Wilys Warriors - Season 2 - Super Sized
by Ben

Two clucker bots patrol the Silicon Forest behind Skull Castle, passing by who is resting on a patio chair using Bubbleman as a foot rest while Metalman and Woodman are forced to fan him.

Wily: Slower you dolts! I am very sensitive to heat and cold!

Metal and Wood: *Sigh* Yes Master Wily.

Bubbleman: How did I let Crashman talk me into taking his place?

Wily: No talking slave monkey! *Kicks Bubbleman*

Bubbleman: OW! Watch the high heels!

Woodman: High heels?

Wily: They're medicinal! *Realizes he's out of lemonade*STARNIK!

Quickman: *Speeds in* Yes sir?

Wily: Refresh me you incompetent fool!

Quickman: You know with a little positive reinforcement, maybe I would have incentive to improve my performance.

Wily: JUST DO IT FOOL! *Throws the glass at Starnik*

Quickman: *Dodges* I'll get you a new glass. *Mutters* You perverted old freak... *coughs then speeds off towards the bar where Crashman is bartending*

Crashman: Another Lemonade with rum?

Quickman: Yes, 'the master' is not hammered enough to be remotely pleasant yet. How are the hamburgers going Cyros?

*Cyros is flipping a couple hamburger patties on on Ben who's doubling as a barbeque*

Heatman: *Lid closed* I am going to kill you for this indignity.

Flashman: Promises, promises... I got a nice... juicy burger done here. *Places the patty on a bun*

*There is a rustling in the bushes*

Flashman: Did you hear that?

Quickman: Hear what?

Hamburglar: *Jumps out of the bushes* Robble robble! *Steals the burger, then flees into the forest*

Heatman: *Lid flips open sending the burgers flying all over the area* Damn McDonaldland freaks! Prepare to die [censored]! *Pulls a HFG from Hammerspace and runs into the forest in hot pursuit.*

Crashman: ...aren't we going to follow him.

Quickman: ...no. Best let Ben take his anger on someone else for a change. Got that drink ready no-hands?

*Meanwhile Hamburglar is running terrified in the forest while Ben chases him*

Hamburglar: *pant* ROBBLE *pant* ROBBLE!

Heatman: You feel lucky punk?!

Hamburglar: ROBBLE ROBBLE!

Heatman: SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! *Fires his HFG*

(Huge Freaking Gun)

*This scene has been censored because your puny human brain can not comprehend the horrendous amounts of blood spilled in this scene*

Heatman: *Blows the smoke from the barrel of his HFG* One of you freaks down...

??: Oh my goodness he killed Hamburglar!

*Heatman turns around to see himself surrounded by the inhabitants of McDonaldland*

Ronald: You won't get away with this! *Pulls a rail gun from his McHappy Meal*

Early Bird: *Pulls out a grenade launcher* Got him in my sights Ronald!

Heatman: Is that the best you can do freaks?!

Fry Kid: Get him!

*While Ben is creating carnage the world has never seen before, Starnik rushes the lemonade and rum to the Doctor*

Quickman: Your lemonade sir.

Wily: *Snatches the glass* Where is my hamburger you clod?

Quickman: The Hamburglar snatched it and our barbeque chased after it. You sure you don't want to order out?

Wily: Vhat! You incompetent imbecles! I VANT MY HAMBURGER AND I VANT IT NOW!

*Starnik turns in disgust and whispers in Shadowstrike's ear*

Quickman: I think the heat got to the master's head, why don't you cool him down?

Airman: Sure thing. *revs up his fanblade and blows Wily away with the cyclone he wiped up.*

Wily: I VANT IT NOWWWWWWwwwwwwwww...

Bubbleman: *Gets up rubbing his back* Finally! Those heels were killing my back.

Woodman: If I had to hear that old man's rantings for one more minute.

Metalman: I'd decapitate the old crone.

Quickman: Nice thought, but remember that he's set our heads to explode if we try to assassinate him.

Airman: What a rip. I miss the days when we had to fight Rock. Getting killed beats being his servant.

*Suddenly the severed head of Ronald McDonald lands at their feet*

Warriors: 0_0

Woodman: Holy ****!

*With a rustling in the underbrush Ben emerges from the forest, drenched in blood (that is thick as ketchup) and dragging the carcass of the Early Bird.*

Heatman: I got dinner! Damn freaks were annoying and bled ketchup too.

Airman: They bled ketchup...?

Woodman: Did you kill everyone in McDonaldland?

Heatman: Lesse, I killed Ronald, the Early Bird, Chief Big Mac, Mayor MeCheese, the Fry Kids?

Quickman: Did you kill Grimace?

Heatman: That pansy ran away as I was tearing the Fry Kids apart. Why do you ask Speed Freak?

Quickman: Oh I just heard nothing can hurt the Grimace, anyhoo... I think this barbeque is over. Better pack up and pray he doesn't disassemble us for this.

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*A week later at the abandoned geothermal power plant, that used to be Heatman's lair during the second uprising*

Mr. X: *In an airtight anti-contamination suit* So where did you find it?

Lab Tech 1: It was found on the outskirts of the Silicon Forest, rambling something about his friends being killed by a lighter.

Mr. X: Ah, the ever so homocidal Heatman. Did you administer the serum yet?

Lab Tech 1: Not yet, most of the scientists and technicians are questioning the morality of...

Mr. X: I pay them to follow my orders, not their consciences! I didn't send a team to Tokyo to recover Godzilla's cell samples*, only to have those months of research wasted. You will administer the serum now.

(*After the events of "Oh No, There Goes Tokyo")

*The two walk out the door to the old parking lot, where Grimace restrained by two other technicians*

Grimace: Lighter killed my friends... tore the Fry Kids up with his hands...

Mr. X: I've heard rumors that this creature was indestructable. I wonder how that ability will multiplied when Godzilla's genetic structure merges with his. Inject the serum.

Lab Tech 2: Yes sir. *Grabs the injecter and injects Grimace with the serum*

Grimace: Ow! What did you do that for?! *Stomach starts gurgling* I don't feel so good... *Starts inflating to gastronomical proportions*

Lab Tech 1: Good lord, he never thought it would work this fast he's... Watch out!

*Suddenly Grimace's skin ruptures and a gooey, darker purple, semi-solid substance bursts out comsuming Lab Tech 2*

Lab Tech 3: Run! *Gets consumed by Grimace's new second skin as Mr. X and Lab Tech #1 flee from it*

*Two pairs of arms erupt from the mass as it rises into a scaly, 500-foot tall cone shape. Two blood-red eyes form and glare across the city towards Skull Castle in the distance.*

Grimace: *Roars like Godzilla* Destroy... zippppp-ohhhhhh. *Stomps towards Skull Castle in the distance causing the ground to shake with every step*

Mr. X: *Watches Grimace stagger off towards Megalopolis* Yes... YES! Go get the vengence I seek!

Lab Tech 1: But Skull Castle's on the other side of Megalopolis! He'll destroy the entire city!

Mr. X: None of that matters, Dr. Wily took usupred my identity and ruined my reputation! He shall PAY!

*Meanwhile at B.A.'s Dairy at the outskirts on Megalopolis*

Worker 1: Hey Bill!

Worker 2: Hey Ted!

Ted: How are things going with the wife?

Bill: Excellent, ever since I've started taking via...

*STOMP*

Ted: Dude! What's the...?

Grimace: RARRRRR! *His shadow blankets itself over the entire dair*

Bill and Ted: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Ted: What is that thing?

Bill: It's a giant... four-armed... Grimace!

Grimace: RARRRRR! *Seemingly reaches for Bill and Ted*

Bill and Ted: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *Run away while Grimace picks up one of the milk trucks they were next to*

Grimace: RARRRRR?

*The behemoth rips off the top of the tank, then chugs the milk down*

Grimace: BELCH! *Tosses the trailer and reaches for another*

*As for where that trailer was thrown... meanwhile near one of Megalopolis' poshist shops*

Paris Hilton: Aren't these high heel so... me Clay?

Clay Aiken: They're fabbbulous Paris, I think I will buy a pair myself.

Paris: ...but you're a guy.

Clay: ... ... ... Yes, nevermind.

*Tinkerbell starts yapping*

Paris: What is it Tinkerbell? Did mean Mr. Aiken scare you my cutie-patootie...?

Clay: I am right here you know. *Hears the whistling of the incoming trailer and looks up* Oh my...

*Paris looks up and the two scream before geting crushed to bone bust from the projectile's girth*

*Meanwhile in one of Skull Castle's North Tower in Heatman's workshop, the psychotic zippo shows off his latest invention, a temporal displacer, constructed out of an laptop.*

Quickman: So let me get this stright you've built a time machine... out of an old G4?

Heatman: It's "Temporal Displacer" microbrain and yes I did. The titanium casing shields the flux dispersal and...

Flashman: *Pushes Starnik out of the way and opens Safari* Blah, blah, blah! Can it download hentai?

Heatman: Grrrr... yes, when it hits 88 gigabytes per second you'll see some serious sh...

Wily: *On the intercom* Attention all robot masters and wily bots report to the control room, NOW!

Flashman: Awww, but I wanted to see some hot Pokemon yuri...

*Ben and Starnik pry Cyros from the laptop/time machine*

Quickman: You heard the boss man! LET'S GO!

*And so Ben and Starnik dragging a screaming Cyros through the corridors of Skull Castle and because of that, the three are the last to make it into the control room.*

Wily: Vee vaited half an hour, vhat kept you fools?

Heatman: Don't... ask... old man.

Flashman: *Sniff* I want my hentai...

Metalman: What's so important that I had to be dragged out of kicking 'Strike's butt at SSBB?

Airman: You wish I was kicking your...

Wily: Silence! I have an urgent mission for you dolts. *Presses a button on his console when shows the footage of Grimace's rampage through Megalopolis*

Woodman: Oh lordy...

Bubbleman: A giant four-armed Grimace?

Quickman: Okay I'll bite, what happened to the poor lug?

Wily: Interesting you should ask Star-nick, with rampage started at the old Geothermal Power Plant which is now a genetics lab own by X Enterprises.

Crashman: Mr. X? I thought he was only an alias you used during that tournament.

Wily: Vell, if you must know. Mr. X vas a total recluse who had never made a public appearence in vell over twenty years so with some creative hacking and a brilliant disguise...

Quickman: Brilliant?! Ha! You only used a cape and a fake beard.

Heatman: It's a miracle Rock didn't put two and two together you old fraud!

Wily: *Vein pops on his forehead* SILENCE! Anyvay, Mr. X has sworn revenge on me and grafted Godzilla cell samples (retrieved after that Tokyo mission you managed to blunder) to Grimace's to transform him into a monster and destroy me.

Airman: Hm, that's scary and all but I thought Grimace was a harmless idiot...

Woodman: ...and why would he go after you?

Wily: Oh he's not coming after me, isn't he... Heatman?

Heatman: What?

Quickman: Don't you remember who you killed last week?!

Heatman: I killed a lot of people last week. Like Tom Cruise, Penelope Cruz, John Travolta, Michael Moore, the Houston Astros... oh crap... the people of McDonaldland.

Wily: Indeed, and now you and the Varriors vill have clean up your mess.

Quickman: If you don't remember... "Doc". NOTHING HURTS THE GRIMACE!

Wily: If you succeed, I vill give you every Law & Order DVD set in existence.

Crashman: Yeah, but... what's in it for us? *Gets smacked upside the head by Starnik* OW!

Quickman: Lets... GO!

*And so, Grimace rampages through half of Megalopolis leaving a massive trail of demolished building behind him*

Grimace: Rrrrrrrr! Crush... Zippo! *Smashes a skyscraper with his two right limbs*

*The Warriors teleport in*

Airman: How are we supposed to get it's attention?

Quickman: Best way we know how, Ben! 'Sage! Fire your weapons at it!

Crashman: Have you ever seen a Godzilla movie?

Heatman: He won't feel a (censored) thing!

Quickman: ...and you two have any better ideas?

Heatman: Well I do have one... *steps towards forward* Hey you big, purple tub of lard!

*Grimace ignores Ben*

Heatman: Yeah you Tubby! I'm the guy that killed you McDonaldland friends!

Grimace: Rarrr?

Heatman: There's one other thing! I (censored) your mother...!

Warriors: 0_0

Flashman: Good lord Ben! Are you really trying to piss him off?

Metalman: I think that was the idea...

Grimace: *Glares at Ben* RARRRRRRRRR!

Quickman: Everybody run!

*So the Warriors start running running from Grimace who's gaining on them*

Bubbleman: *Waddling awkardly while trying to run* Help!

*Starnik runs back to grab Cinder and accelerates as Grimace's massive foot comes crashing down*

Quickman: *Catches up to Ben with Cinder in tow* Well you got his attention Ben! What's your plan genius?

Heatman: Plan? PLAN? You said to only get his attention!

Quickman: You're planning the death of every single of us! Don't tell me you don't have one!

Bubbleman: He is...? o_o

Heatman: We can't stop a 500-foot monster but... we can send it elsewhere like the Phantom Zone!

Flashman: Or back in time!

Quickman and Heatman: ...

Heatman: That'll work, I'll get my Temporal Displacer if you can keep him busy.

Crashman: Yeah, give us the all the dirty work why don't ya?

*Ben teleports back Skull Castle while the rest try to keep Grimace occupied*

*Iga and Naoshi try to cut him with their weapon but they seem to be bouncing off his skin*

Woodman: It's no good! He's...

Grimace: Rarrrrrr! *Stomps his foot near the two*

*The shockwave knocks the two backwards*

Metalman: *Hits a lamp post* Oof!

Quickman: Maybe if I try a Quick Boomerang "Special" at close range maybe I that'll pirece his hide...

*Starnik then eyes a chunk of skyway at points up towards Grimace like a ramp. Running towards it at Mach 1, he capaults himself into the air and fires a spread of Boomerangs fired at greater speed than before.*

*The boomerangs manage cut into Grimace's gut but the his layers of fact absorb the attack and ricochet the boomerangs at greater speed*

Flashman: *Sees one coming in at Mach 2* Oh nnnnnnnn... *Gets it lodged into his cerebral circuits*

Quickman: *lands* ...Oops... sorry Cyros... you alright?

Flashman: 1'M 4 L1TTL3 T34P0T $H0RT 4ND...

Quickman: My bad... His layers of fat make him immune to conventional attack... *looks up* ...Wait! Hey 'Sage! Can your bombs reach his eye lids?

Crashman: Probably but I don't see...

Quickman: Just do it!

Crashman: Alright! Alright! *Aims his arms towards Grimace's eyes* Fire in the hole... *Fires them*

*The Crash Bombs bare reach their target and attach themselves to back of Grimace's eyelids.*

BOOM!

Grimace: RARRRRRRRRR! *Staggers around blindly*

Heatman: *Teleports back in with his 'iTimeMachine'* Back!

Bubbleman: Took you you long enough.

Airman: You should've seen 'Sage blind Grimace! It was amazing!

Quickman: It was my idea!

Grimace: RARRRRRRRRR! *Stomps blindly onto a cluster of buildings*

Metalman: Oh my god! Giant Grimmace crushed the youth center!

Airman: The children! Why isn't anyone thinking of the children?!

Heatman: Screw the children! He just stomped on the liquor store!

Iceman: Screw the children and the beer! He stepped on my favorite ice cream shop!

*The warriors all glare at Iceman*

Iceman: Sorry, wrong team? *nervous chuckle*

Quickman: *Pushes Gary out of the scene* Go back to your own series *punt*

Iceman: *in the background* I didn't do ittttt!! *blip*

Heatman: ...whatever. *Flips open the Temporal Displacer*

Displacer: Select time era then press 'Ok'.

Heatman: Got any bright ideas 'when' to send him?

Woodman: The Wild West?

Airman: The Mesazoic?

Heatman: Good ideas, except we don't want to cause a paradox you morons!

Flashman: b4CK 2 TeH FU^ur!

Warriors: ...

Bubbleman: Is it me or as he gotten smarter with that boomerang in the head?

Quickman: Sounds good to me, let future generations handle it...

Heatman: Sounds like a plan... *Types in the temporal coordinates* ...Now if he'd only stay still for a second.

*Giant Grimmace continues to blindly stomp on everything*

Quickman: ...and how are we supposed to do that?!

*Suddenly the A-Team theme song plays*

*The warriors turn around to a familiar van drive towards them in the distance*

Warriors: Mr. T?!

Mr. T: Murdock! Turn off that music you crazy foo'.

Murdock: Aw, you're no fun isn't he Mr. Eleven. *Talking to an old Slurpee cup*

Mr. T: First that fool drinks all the milk and now he destroys the youth center! That sucka's gonna pay!

*The van comes to a screeching halt next to the Warriors, as he exits the vehicle his gold chains glimmer in the mid-afternoon sun causing most of the Warriors to swoon*

Heatman: He's just one of those filthy mammals, what makes this mohawked freak any different...? *Gets a superfast backhand upside the head* OW!

Quickman: Don't speak ill of Mr. T!

Metalman: Yeah! He's hella tough!

Mr. T: Stay back kids! *Leaps into the air like Superman* Take this ya purple foo'! *Punches Grimace between the eyes*

KRAK!

Grimace: *Wobbles around dazed*

Heatman: What the f...?

Quickman: *Slaps Ben again* Watch your mouth!

*Mr. T lands at Grimace's foot and grabs it. In spite of the physical impossibility, the gold-chained wonder lifts Grimace over his head and tosses the Purple Giant aside.*

Grimace: RARRRRR? *Lands on his back and due to his unfortunate body shape, Grimace finds himself unable to get back up.*

Heatman: Un-Freakin'-believable! Giant Grimace had to weigh about a half-million tons! How can one human lift a weight like that?!

Airman: Easy, he's Mr. T!

Crashman: ...and Mr. T can throw hella far!

Heatman: You're morons! ALL OF YOU! *Grumbles as he clicks 'OK' on the temporal displacer and points it in Grimace's direction* Now get back!

TD: Now downloading at ten gigabytes per second... fifteen... twenty... thirty...

*The Warriors huddle behind the screen, as the download time reaches 88 Gb/s the screen starts glowing with eerie temporal energies*

TD: Eighty-Five, Eighty-Six, Eighty-Seven...

*In a blinding flash, both the Temporal Displacer and Grimace disappear...*

Quickman: Good riddance... so where did you send him anyway?

Heatman: One hundred years into the future, give or take a decade.

Mr. T: Well that's not important. What is important that you kids stay in school and drink your milk.

Warriors: Yes sir Mr. T!

Heatman: *Growls* Idiots.

*Meanwhile in the Amazon Rainforest, one hundred-seventeen years hence...During the Fourth Reploid Rebellion*

Zero: We can do this the easy way Spider, or we can do it the hard way. Doesn't matter to me. *Withdraws Z-Saber*

Web Spider: You know as well as I do that I won't surrender the remenant of my unit or this weapon to you.

Zero: Very well friend, we shall finish this the 21st-century way.

*Before the two combatants can engage each other, a loud crash overpowers their auditory sensors and a brilliant flash stop them in their tracks*

Grimace: RARRRRRRRR! *Crushes the weapon under his foot, before lurching off into the jungle*

Zero: ...

Web Spider: ...Okay. I surrender.

*20XX - Silicon Forest, a few days after Grimace's rampage, everything returns to normal for our favorite robot masters*

Wily: Where's my lemonade and MY PILLOW NEEDS FLUFFING!

Woodman: Why are you making Naoshi and me fan you?

Metalman: Especially now that you are using 'Strike as a fan.

Crashman: *Being used as a footstool this time* ...and why are you wearing fishnet stockings?

Wily: DO NOT QUESTION ME YOU INSIGNIFICANT PEONS!

*Quickman zips in and replaces the empty glass in Wily hand with a full one and fluffs his pillow at superspeed*

Quickman: *Bitter* Anything else oh grand and brilliant creator?

Wily: See if the burgers are ready. YOU'RE MASTER IS STARVING, AND WHEN I STARVE I GET ANGRY AND WHEN I GET ANGRY...

Quickman: You give everyone a headache. *Zips off again towards Cyros who is using Ben as a grill again*

Flashman: *Wearing a bandage over his head injury* The burgers will be ready in a minute.

Quickman: I don't think Dr. Frank N. Furter can wait that long.

Heatman: *muffled echo* Too damn bad, I am not going to raise my external temperature for the old bag.

Quickman: *Ignores Ben* So how's the ol' noggin Cyros?

Flashman: Feel like my I.Q. shot up eighty points.

Quickman: That's funny, I recall Cinder saying that having that boomerang lodged in your brain made you smarter.

Flashman: *Death glare at Cinder* Izzat so?

Bubbleman: *Sweating coolant* Ah heh...?

*Then there's a rusting in the bushes*

Quickman: Oh great, I thought you wiped out the McDonaldland Kingdom Ben.

Heatman: I did. I leave no survivors.

*The Burger King emerges from the brush and stares blankly at the warriors*

Burger King: ...

Warriors: ...

Burger King: ... *Eyes glow as he cackles in a low, gravelly voice* HA! HA! HA! Where is your god now?

Heatman: *Flips his lid open again and pulls out a shotgun from Hammerspace* A zippo's work is never done...

END!