Mons vs Chimeras 1

A/N: This fic takes place after the upcoming Hypnos in Black, but before Day of the Irkin.

(OP: JIG THE UPPER by Hoi Festa)

At a strange galaxy, all was quiet before a planet was blown up. A meteor began flying through space, going through the entire galaxies toward the Milky Way Galaxy, then passed the planets, preparing to head to Earth.

Narrator: US Outpost: FAB220 Antartica

At the South Pole base, two familiar figures were lazing about with Mr. Small playing paddle ball and Mr. Nosy reading a book.

You'd better pray to the Lord
When you see those flying saucers

The small man was practicing well with the paddle ball.

It may be the coming of the Judgment Day

Just then, the alarm sounded off before the orange man looked at the laptop, then gasped.

Mr. Small: (gasps) Great McGuilicuty! Hey, Nose, you might wanna check this one out. Palomarjust picked it up.

Mr. Nosy looked curiously with the small man looking at the radar scans.

Mr. Small: Looks like some type of UFO, and it's heading this way.

Mr. Nosy: How many times do I have to tell you? UFOs don't exist, at least in the eyes of certain people we work for and won't mention, and we're never gonna see...

He gasped, looking at the results while looking at the other radars with Mr. Small pondering.

Mr. Small: (ponders) Wow, its energy signature is massive.

Mr. Nosy: (gasps) Holy Cheez-lts! What do we do?! No one ever told us what to do! (panics) The only reason I took the job because you never have to do anything!

Mr. Small: (slaps him) Nose, stop it. Let me calculate its impact point.

He tapped on the laptop before the results were shown.

Mr. Small: Looks like...(gasps) New York City...that's where our higher up bosses are!

Mr. Nosy: (shocked) We gotta call Hypnos.

Mr. Small: Right, but first...perhaps...the others that know.

Mr. Nosy nodded, picking up the phone and dialing before it picked up.

Mr. Nosy: (worried) Supernova, this is Red Maverick. We actually have one! Code Star Trek! I repeat, (shouts) CODE STAR TREK!

"Julayla Productions Presents"

"Mons vs Chimeras"

Chapter 1: Pre-Wedding

That night, at a house, somewhere in a quiet neighborhood, breathing with slurping noises were heard. The POV showed the object moving about in the room before heading inside a door and into a bedroom while a figure slept.

Figure: (groans) No please...no more cookies tonight.

Finally, the figure heard the sounds, groaning as she awoke. Then, she turned on the light and gasped, noticing someone. She was a blond haired lady wearing, at the moment, a polka dotted PJs. She was known as Angelica Pickles.

Angelica: AHHHHH!!

Three figures named Susie Carmichael, Lil DeVil, and Kimi Watanabe-Finster all screamed in delight as well with Kimi breathing a strange sound, using her inhaler while Lil was slurping from her drink and Susie snapped a photo on Angelica.

Angelica: Ow. (wincing) What are you guys doing here? It's 5.00 in the morning.

Kimi: (excited) Hurry, turn on the TV! Turn it on now!

She turned it on, showing a program with a reporter named Timmy McNulty speaking.

Timmy: ...and some early morning fog, giving way to sunny skies. Seventy-five degrees.

As he continued, an old man named Grandpa Lou peeked in, frowning at what he saw.

Timmy: (grins) A perfect day to stop by the old folk art and craft show down at the fairgrounds, or a perfect day to marry Angelica Pickles.

She gasped with a grin while he made a heart symbol.

Timmy: (grins) I love you, baby.

Angelica: (grins) I love you, too.

Girls: Awww.

Lou: (frowns) I still say you're making a mistake, Angelica.

Angelica: Grandpa, I know what I'm doing, plus what are you doing up?

Lou: Gotta catch some early fish in the morn, ya know.

Angelica: Grandpa, for the last time, we're not cancelling my wedding.

Lou: (sighs) Angelica, I say it because I care for you. The minute you marry that McNulty, you'll be in a heap of trouble. Besides, I remember like it was 15 years ago that you two met.

Angelica: (groans) Grandpa, don't ruin my day. You gonna come to the wedding or not?

On the news, a familiar couple looked heartfelt.

Both: Awww...

Timmy: And good morning, New York!

Voice: Channel 172.

Later, the girls gathered together with Susie taking the picture. Later, Angelica was applying some make up on herself.

I know something about love. You've gotta want it bad

Angelica was twirled to the chairs, grinning at her decorated fingernails.

If that guy's got into your blood, go out and get him

A woman named Charlotte Pickles gasped, grinning as she smiled.

Charlotte: You look gorgeous, sweetheart.

Angelica: (grins) Thanks, Mom.

If you want him to be the very part of you
That makes you want to breathe, here's the thing to do...

At a church, a man in glasses named Drew Pickles waved to the limo arriving before opening the door.

Drew: Ah, my little girl!

She jumped onto her father's arms.

Angelica: (grins) Daddy!

Drew: (seriously) Now, I want you to know that, even though I'm about to give you away...I will always be here to take care of you. So will your friends.

He pointed to one of the males waving sheepishly to her. He was a spiky red haired male wearing squared glasses. He wore, at the moment, a black tuxedo with tie and untied shoelaces. He was known as Chuckie Finster.

Chuckie: Uh, hi, Angelica.

Angelica: (dryly) Hello, Chuckie. (bitterly) Can't believe HE got invited as well.

She then noticed Drew starting to tear up a bit.

Angelica: (grins) Don't cry because then you'll make me cry, and that's just gonna be a mess.

Drew: (weeping) I can't help it!

He continued weeping while Chuckie sighed, following the two.

Chuckie: Hey, wait up.

Inside the church, the family with Chuckie following entered.

Charlotte: (grins) Hello, everyone! Attention, attention! The wedding starts in 30 minutes!

Many photographers took pictures. As she grinned at the photos taken, a woman named Colleen McNulty came to the blond girl.

Colleen: My beautiful daughter-in-law!

Angelica: (grins) Hi, Mama Colleen.

They hugged a bit.

Colleen: (smiles) It's like a fairy tale. The Weatherman and the Weatherman's Wife. Ooooh. Romantic.

Angelica: I know. (excited) Just think, this time tomorrow, I'm gonna be in Paris! And someday, we won't just be honeymooning there. Timothy will become an anchor or a foreign correspondent. And we'll travel all over the world.

Colleen: Honey, my fingers are crossed.

She yelped, noticing the thumb shorter before the mother chuckled nervously.

Colleen: One thumb is shorter than the other. It runs in the family.

Chuckie: (shivers) Uh, Timmy doesn't have that.

Colleen: (scoffs) It skips a generation. Your kids are gonna have it! Ha-ha-ha.

Angelica: (quietly) Ewww.

As Angelica began leaving the area, she looked seriously at Chuckie.

Angelica: By the way, you only invited a few people over, right? I don't want anyone to know about this wedding. ESPECIALLY those stupid Freelance Bounty Hunters. Ungh, last time I was hanging with them, I lost a few boyfriends due to Slick's dumbass sidekick or Don's stupid charms.

Chuckie: (nervously) He-he...

Angelica: (glares) You DID invite them anyway, didn't you?

Chuckie: It's not a big deal. I mean what's the odds of them going to ruin your wedding be?

Angelica: Remember that wedding Mr. Stubborn attended to marry both Buster & Babs and Psycho was there long before Rouge came along?

-Cutaway Gag-

At a different Toon-looking church, Buster and Babs were holding hands.

Mr. Stubborn: And if anyone were to say something for these two to not be wed, let them speak now.

Psycho looked around a bit before looking at everyone.

Psycho: Really? No one is going to say anything? (sighs) Oh well, may as well say it. (shouting) FLEA AND TICK COMBO!!

Everyone else looked stunned.

Psycho: What?

-End Cutaway Gag-

Chuckie: Does Psycho even remember that?

Angelica: Trust me, the guy got a memory like Mr. Scatterbrain.

A man named Mr. Scatterbrain came between the two.

Mr. Scatterbrain: Someone call for me?

Both: Not you!

Mr. Scatterbrain: (looks down) Awww.

At the church pillar outside the church, a familiar figure, now in a tuxedo, grinned.

Timmy: Wow, you look beautiful.

She turned, noticing him. As they continued, Chuckie, whom was gathering the flowers, noticed, quickly hiding.

Angelica: So do you. I mean, handsome. I mean...(sighs) Sorry. I'm just a little frazzled. I just spent way too much time with our parents.

Timmy: Don't worry, OK? We'll be alone soon, just us.

Angelica: Mmmm, eating cheese and baguettes by the Seine, feeding each other chocolate crepes.

She hugged him with Timmy looking uneasily.

Timmy: Um...

Angelica: (notices) Is something wrong?

Timmy: (looks down) No, no! It's just that, well...There's been a slight change of plans.

Angelica: We're not going to Paris? What? Why not?

Timmy: Actually, we ARE going to Paris. But this Paris is someplace better.

Angelica: Really? A better Paris?

Timmy: (nods) Oh yeah.

Angelica: Come on, tell me! I gotta know!

Timmy: It's a Paris...Paris, Texas.

Angelica: (frowns) Paris, Texas?!

Timmy: Yep, Paris, Texas.

Angelica: Ungh, In what universe is Texas better than Paris, Tim?

Timmy: (grins) In the "I've got an audition to become Channel 23's new evening anchor" universe. Got the call from the general manager, he wants me to come in immediately! Isn't that great?

Angelica: Timmy, that's...

He looked at her with concern while Chuckie, listening a bit, looked concerned.

Angelica: (uneasily) It's...amazing! It's amazing. Paris, Texas's a top 50 market, isn't it?

Timmy: It's 55th, but we're on our way, babe!

He kissed her hand, much to Chuckie's disgust, then looked at her a bit.

Timmy: Now, look. About Paris...uh, I mean the one in France-

Angelica: (sounding disappointed) It's OK. It's fine! As long as we're together, Paris, Texas is the most romantic city in the whole world. I'm so proud of you.

Timmy: Of us! Not just of me. I mean, of course, but we're a team now. You're so proud of us.

Angelica: Now, get out of here. It's bad luck to see me in my dress.

She pushed him away.

Timmy: (scoffs) Come on. You know I don't believe in that stuff. (grins) I'll be waiting for you at the altar...the handsome news anchor in the tux. Love you! There, I said it. Ha-ha!

As he was departing, Angelica smirked.

Angelica: I love you, too.

She smiled a bit while Chuckie, coming out of hiding behind the area, came up to Angelica.

Chuckie: Um, Angelica?

Angelica: Huh? (notices) Oh great, you again. What do you want?

Chuckie: Um, look, Angelica. I just wanted to say, um...before you get married. (sighs) There's something I wanted to tell you.

Angelica: Well spit it out. It's not like you can't keep me from getting married.

Chuckie: Now look Angelica, I want to tell you right now before you marry McNulty that I-

Just then, the two heard rumbling a bit. Both of them looked at the sky before noticing something heading toward them.

Chuckie: (horrified) Angelica! We gotta leave! We gotta-

Angelica: (snaps) I KNOW THAT NOW! GET ME OUT OF HERE!

Both of them quickly dashed off together, quickly trying to escape the path. However, the meteor itself kept following them as if sentient. At that moment, a grunt was heard as it finally crashed onto them.

Voice: UNGH!

After a moment, the meteor's strange glow died down. After a while, when the glow was gone, the meteor, as if by magic, vanished, leaving the two dirty, yet unharmed while both of them got up, looking confused.

Chuckie: (groans) Ungh...wha?

Angelica: What the heck happened? Did that thing disappear when it hit us? (realizes) The wedding! I gotta go!

Outside the church, Charlotte looked around with concern.

Charlotte: Angelica! (sighs) Where could she be? Angelica! Where are you?!

Then, she noticed a familiar girl climbing up the hill, still groaning a bit. At that moment, the female yelped, being grabbed by the worried mother.

Charlotte: Angelica! Where have you been?!

Angelica: I think I just got hit by a meteorite.

As she spoke next, Chuckie, still wobbling, groaned a bit while the young girl was being undusted.

Charlotte: Oh, Angelica. Every bride feels that way on her wedding day.

She dragged Angelica to the alter, leaving a wincing and slowly walking Chuckie behind.

Charlotte: My goodness, look at you. You're filthy. Thank God I have Wet Ones.

As soon as the two headed inside, a black truck arrived with one person carrying a case. Many others came out of the truck, with one slamming it shut. As that happened, Chuckie, still staggering to the alter, groaned.

Chuckie: Ungh...I...I don't feel so good.

Finally, he fell to the ground, lying unconsciously. As that happened, a familiar agent arrived, looking at the body as it started glowing.

Yamaki: (to the communicator) Sir, we're too late. The meteor's fused with both of them. The higher ups are needed immediately.

After that, he grabbed the body, dragging the unconscious glowing Chuckie away.

(End of Chapter 1)