Series 9 - The Road Less Traveled

By Gauntlet (Shadowman)

In the Wily Underground, the Mechanical Maniacs gather with active organizations co-operating with the Underground's de facto leader Doc Robot inside a large town hall along with the Evil "Eight". Also present are the Ascendant Androids, the Sinister Six, the Dream Team, and Bass along with his crew.

Expressman: Our man on the inside is telling us that the Council is at each other's throats. Just today Tar and Holzenbein bought it.

Needlegal: What!?

Geminiman: Don't underestimate him. Holzenbein has taken down more powerful foes than one would suspect.

Expressman: Apparently he and Tar died in some kind of ... well, my guy wasn't clear, but he did say that the Council was keeping things very hush-hush. He was sure they're both goners, though.

Geminiman: Well! It couldn't have happened to a more loathsome fellow. I'm glad he's no longer with us.

Doc Robot: Now is the time to strike! With Terra gone and now two more out of the way the Council is more weaker than ever! We won't get a gooder time to attack!

Napalmman: Music to my ears!

Crystalgirl: Really? That malformed sentence was music to your ears?

Napalmman: Malformed or not it means we attack.

Barrageman: Unit Barrageman agrees. The time has come to strike!

Artilleryman: That's why me and my crew're here. Money talks!

Spin Woman: I'm so excited! ≧◡≦

Omniman: The Evil Eight are resurgent!

Airman: Wait ... "Evil Eight?" Are you really still calling yourselves that when there are still only seven of you?

Artilleryman, Clawman: NO!

Omniman: YES!

Artilleryman: Dammit, Omni, we discussed this! It makes us look like fools!

Omniman: Our name is a tradition, Arty. A brand! If our number is not eight then it will become eight.

Cleaveman: I'm just glad we're together again.

Spin Woman: (hugs Cleave) YAY! ｖ(⌒ｏ⌒)ｖ♪

Chimeraman: I don't care at all.

Quickman: (trying to ignore the argument going on) So, who's this "man on the inside"?

Expressman: Never mind who it is.

Flashman: It'd have to be someone who can disguise himself.

Expressman: Hey.

Geminiman: Like Docman? The crazy one who was under Mesmerman's control?

Topman: He's dead.

Geminiman: He's a robot.

Topman: He's dead!

Geminiman: He's a robot!

Expressman: Hey! There's a reason we -

Oilman: What about Darkman?

Sharkman: Dood, I got so high once I had Darkman turn off all the lights so I could get some sleep!

Blademan: Wait, I thought he could only do a Protoman impression!

Oilman: If he tried he could do more. I'm sure of it.

Bitman: Dat guy's a slacker. He can't do a good impression of nobody.

Piano: People, please. It doesn't have to be any of those guys. They could have just as easily captured and reprogrammed a Police bot.

W. Waltz: Wait! That's it! It's Fakeman!

Sharkman: Wait! Hold on. There's a Fake ... man?

Geminiman: Docman would be better suited. Infiltration aside he's a potential assassin. His ability to copy any Robot Master's abilities made him incredibly versatile and the hologram ability would make him the perfect robot to infiltrate the Galactic Council.

Doc Robot: I am the only "Docman" necessary for the Underground! I hated having another guy with the same name!

Waveman: I know, right?

Blademan: Hear hear!

Oilman: Well, as long as they're different enough...

(Waveman and Blademan stare daggers at Oil.)

Oilman: Um ...

Waveman: It's no picnic for me either! I get your mail all the time. Do you know what this guy reads? Do you!? He gives me a bad name! Like, literally!

Waveman: It's gotta be better than what being confused with you gets me! Nobody would give me credit any more or a loan or nuthin'! And that was before I was an outlaw. Why -

Waveman: Gahh! So whiny! Pleaaaaase let me gut him.

Napalmman: No, we're playing nice with our neighbours! And, besides, he's good help at the bar.

Topman: Gem's right, though, it would have been a good idea.

Expressman: Guys ...

W. Waltz: I still say he could have just kidnapped some random officer bot and reprogrammed him.

Piano: But why do that when we already have Fakeman on our side?

Sharkman: Again, did I smoke something or did someone say there is seriously a guy named Fake Man?

Stoneman: Yeah, weird name. Like ... what? Is he pretending to be a man or ... what?

Sharkman: THANK YOU!

Piano: Yes, it's a weird thing to call him. Why not just stick to "Police Man"?

Omniman: I heard there was a Police Man once and that it didn't work out.

Expressman: AGH! FINE! Yes, it's Fakeman. Maybe this'll blow his cover, but who cares!? Geez.

Multiman: You didn't HAVE to say anything, you know.

Expressman: Whatever.

Doc Robot: Enough of this blabbing! We are marching off to take down this Galactic Council for the glory of Master!

Omniman: YES! FOR WILY!

Chimeraman: Ugh.

Gyroman: Whatever.

Bass: Just give me something to hit.

(The meeting goes on for a few more minutes as the group does preliminary planning and then it adjourns. The teams venture out of the building.)

Topman: Our big battle against the Galactic Council. I can hardly believe it.

Hardman: Well, believe it.

Snakeman: What if we just .... don't?