Madvillainy Trouble Funk

Madvillainy Trouble Funk is a series regarding the many battles fought between the Deadly Alliance and the chosen small friend group of fellow EPF agent RealMax, along with his friends, allies and other neutral individuals. Originally started off of a quick peak at a meeting about the EPF by fellow members of the Alliance in secret, they randomly chose an individual to mess around or possibly ruin, and their chosen target was an individual named Maxwell Garlatraz, and decided to tick him off. As a result, his friends came to his side, had to take lessons in forms of fighting, and having to become amateurish ninjas, and overcoming their troubles with the Alliance.

The result ended up with Max being harassed by the members, and when he came to confront them, he payed the price and got his igloo ransacked. As a result, a back and forth argument and series of battles took place, with each friend of Max's group going at it at a separate member of the Alliance.

Prologue
9:30 AM, January 7th, 2020 Deadly Alliance Fortress, Borders of the Antarctic Peninsula, Happyface State and Trans-Antarctica

Ice Dragon was still thinking of who to raid next. He and his group have been at it for a while, and they have almost lost interest in who to choose to ruin next. The group were at their meeting table, all thinking or thinking to themselves on what was happening. The serious ones like Ninjasaurus or Ketchup were brainstorming ideas on who to tick off next, while some individuals like Billy Jamie or Steven D were planning on other things after work. The room was cold, of course as it usually is, the seats were “lukewarm,” and the overall atmosphere was, of course, dank in nature. The table was cold too, a polished cobblestone one, and the shining reflection of the lights that were attached above the table reflected upon the table. The room was strange, a huge room with two large balcony-like decks to the sides, and a single table in the center, with the entrance doors to the sides of the room. The members kept thinking of ideas, but nothing came to mind. However, one idea came to mind, and was the pin-pointed answer to this occasion.

Ketchup: Well, aren’t there any other forms of bots or “bait,” that can be used for this matter.

Ice Dragon: Actually, that is a good idea, Ketchup. If I am not mistaken, we have made several forms of spy bots or something like that, I forgot a little bit.

Ketchup: I do remember whisperings of several bots being manufactured and tinkered around as prototypes. Steven, if I recall, you were making prototype bots, first with figure-sized ones?

Steven D: Yes. I was tinkering while doing mechanics, and Kligerman brought some custom mechanical figures he made, and he brought up the idea of using them to hide in between cracks and gaps, attached with small cameras, where they can monitor the insides of buildings, and can be not somewhat be seen due to their size.

Ice Dragon: Oh really? Kliger-Boy gave you the idea? Well I am impressed. A round of applause to Kligerman folks.

A small round of clapping formed, and Kligerman felt proud. Back on topic now.

Steven D: Unfortunately, all of these prototypes were malfunctioning due to faulty wiring. I may not be the best wirer, but at least I try. To be fair, most of them broke but the ones that lasted longer were somewhat complicated and complex to build.

Ice Dragon: Very well then Steven, we must work on new models then, eh?

Steven D: I suppose.

The group tossed ideas around of what these machines should look like. Bots are not new to the Alliance; in fact, they have been making them not too long ago. An example would be when Ketchup’s original body was willingly donated in order to have his cyborg transformation. In that instance, several medical alliance bots operated the surgery, and was a success. Several server bots are in operation. These server bots are programmed to range from mechanic assistants, to fighting opponents for those in training, who can give the best kicks and punches, and are prone to being attacked in return, because they are programmed to do that.

They pulled out pieces of papers with pens given by an assistant bot, and drew ideas of what kind of mini-bots would be used for this new infiltration mission they haven’t fully conceived of writing or how it would plan out, all that is known is that mini-bots would be used or associated with it.

Their drawings ranged in different shapes and sizes: from board-shaped bots on wheels, to small penguin-like figures, to seals, to terns, and crabs. They all had creative ideas even, like an insect or even a piece of broken rock. Eventually, it all came to an insect-stone-board-like mechanical bot. After the meeting, the training of each member was unpaused, and the main handy-man who will be given the project would be Steven D. They were all dismissed back to their current businesses. Steven D, went to his personal exercising room next to his room, got an outfit fitted for this, and with Kligerman’s assistance, got working on several bots.

They would notify Ice Dragon, the leader of the Alliance, that they would go out to the nearest town with a junkyard, and steal several pieces of broken or unused metals, to which they did. Finding the nearest junkyard with their tools, they climbed the pokey barb-wire fence, to which they had no trouble, since Steven and Kligermen went through the different stages of training.

Kligerman: Man, I know we have had training before but these fences are still pokey!

Steven D: Yeah dude, can’t argue about that one.

Going through what seemed to be a metal jungle, they looked through every crushed car, every broken piece of broken motors, through the interiors of malfunctioned cars, they found many pieces of iron to use. From broken car windshields, to pieces of cars with a "cutted" side, to the screws of the mentioned broken motors or even the tiniest piece and chunks of the "skin" of the cars (which were pieces of steel, iron, metal or copper), they properly removed one piece at a time using their cutting utensils and large bags they would put the pieces in. They even decided to remove and jack car radios, since they have additional cables that could be fixed and tinkered with. Slowly but surely, they removed the cables and radio and put it in their bags. It was during broad daylight, so they could have easily been spotted. But due to either sheer luck or nothing, they successfully got out of it alive, and with bags full of junk, they steadily waddled back to the barbed-wire fence they climbed over. But, something yelled at them from behind. It was the owner. They were spotted.

Junkyard Owner: Hey! What are you two trespassing?!

The two are in deep trouble.

Steven D: Kliger, come on, let’s go!

Kligerman: Yeah but dang these bags are heavy!

Steven D: Yeah what do you expect?

The two struggled to run but knew their original path. With their bags in hand, they ran and ran for their lives. What they didn’t know is that the junkyard owner was a former soldier, and he decided to literally bring up the big guns. He whipped out a small sniper rifle. Without them realizing, boom, a shot goes off.

Now they are on the brink of being injured or seriously hurt.

Steven D: Crap, he’s got the big boys here!

Kligerman: I’m trying to reach the fence with you, man! Hey! Let’s zigzag or something!

Steven D: Good idea!

The two villains, the young and the old, zigzagged and jumped so the bullets could not hit them. One boom, a bullet strikes a car. Another boom, it striked the snowy gravel where they are. Another boom strikes the fence. It took them a while holding their semi-heavy bags but made it to the fence. Upon reaching the fence, the two threw their bags over the fence, landing on the other side, and now, it was time to climb over the fence. Since they were still being shot at, they tried to zigzag their way by climbing, and it looked very strange, as if they were having a stroke mid-climbing.

After reaching the top, they forced themselves down, falling and hitting the gravel, especially Kligerman, landing on his back, while Steven landed on his feet and rolled. Steven picked Kligerman back on his feet and gave him his bag.

Kligerman: Oh man, my freakin’ back dude!

Steven D: Hold your pain, boy, and have your bag, we have our getaways over there!

Their getaway vehicles? Two stolen pizza joint-themed scooters. Despite being small and having moderate speeds, the two jumped on them, tied the bags to their scooters, started to scooters up and sped away, for whom the owner didn’t see, but, not surprisingly, dialed the local authorities. The two sped away on their vehicles, and made a turn on a bushy and grassy trail at a local park. The trail looked abandoned as huge amounts of bushes were in the way and the grass was taller than usual. The trees looked normal. The two would abandon their vehicles, neatly hiding them in a large bush that poked out of the grass, and would walk through the trail. Turns out the trail they came from was their lead from where the last came from the Alliance Fortress. Through a set of marked trees after the trail ended, they went up the marked trees on a hill where the trees were, and soon met up the Alliance doors.

Steven D pressed the entrance button outside the fenced fortress.

Steven D: Yo, we got the stuff, and crap.

Vapor on speaker: Okay boys, hold on..!

The gates opened, and the two penguins walked through the lot in front of the main door or, more appropriately, gates, as they passed personal vehicles of theirs and the other members. After passing them by, with their ID’s in their pockets, they swiped their cards through a ID card terminal, they both entered one at a time, since the doors have motion sensors of who enters first. As Steven entered, the door closed fast. Kligerman entered secondly, and the two with their bags came to a hangout room, where they announced that they had returned. Ice Dragon, upon hearing this, walked into the room, making notable semi-loud footsteps in the process, going under a ridiculously small door for his size.

The two layed out the bags on a larger table in the room, and every single piece of iron and cable fell out, including the jacked car radios. The two would speak on the pieces of metal.

Ice Dragon: I see you have gotten the parts, yes?

Kligerman: Yes indeed boss!

Steven D: Yeah, we went through every car and pieces of other junk to collect these pieces.

Ice Dragon: Good, there are several unfinished bots I managed to dumpster dive into. So, yeah, we do have some broken prototypes and I don't ask dumpster diving, and here they are.

He layed out several broken prototypes: a crab, a regular penguin, a puffle, a board, and a simple square. After talking with Ice Dragon and his other superior Ninjasaurus, they decided to work on those prototypes, and if they actually fail, then the pieces of iron, steel and other materials with the cables would be their second option. After placing all of the materials in a big box, they went to work. Kligerman and Steven soon went into the engineering room in order to craft some materials and refix broken cables from the prototypes, and in only a couple of nine hours, finished the models, albeit with them taking breaks, such as lunch time and a thirty minute physical training routine, they were able to refix and have the bots back on track.

As they completed them, they went to the “main deck,” the room where they all had their meeting earlier, and everyone came. One after one, in all introductions; Vapor materializing in front of them with a trail of vapor following, The Stranger oozing through the room wall leaving a trail of a black sticky substance, Ninjasaurus appearing out of nowhere thanks to his invisibility powers, and Boon Tobias emerging from a shadowy corner from the unlit areas of the huge room. All the members entered the room, and finally, Ice Dragon arrived, noticing the machines, and with everyone here, he led the proceedings to show off the little machines and their capabilities.

Ice Dragon: Well then, you have now programmed them if that is the case?

Kligerman: Oh yeah yeah, that, here, Steven, hold one and I will point out it’s features.

Steven D: Sure thing.

Steven, holding up on the fixed figure-shaped bots, first held up a small little bot resembling a penguin. Kligerman soon introduced the machine and showed it’s mechanics, with a small remote controlled panel.

Kligerman: This, boss, is one of our programmed bots; one resembling a penguin. We have painted it to resemble bricks or the wall of a cave or something like that.

Ice Dragon: Very nice…

Steven D: And with this panel controlling thingamajig, we can control the little robot and it’s buddies.

Pressing amongst one of the many buttons on the yellow panel, the small bot penguin moved and with little wheels on its feet, moved and turned, while making machinery noises that are often heard in toys that have movable features. The small object moved and it’s eyes glowed a white hue. The panel could change it’s features, such as an A.I. voice, programmed modes and all of the other built-in materials. They also showed off the other bots, such as the crab and board-shaped bots. After having a small debate, it was proposed what they should do next.

Boon Tobias: Well, they are all great, but who is the perfect one?

Ketchup: Exactly, which one is the perfect one to use to mess around with some random penguin?

Vapor: I’d argue it’s the board.

The Stranger: I go for the penguin.

A small non-shouting debate occurred, and everyone was chatting about how it should work and which one would be eligible to win. Then, Ice Dragon had an idea.

Ice Dragon: Hey, how about this, maybe we should do a vote ballot? How does that work?

Ninjasaurus: Sure thing boss, that works right boys?

After giving out a sheet of paper and the name of the bot they chose to opt for, and reviewing each sheet, it was determined that the board-like bot is to be used. After announcing the winning of the bot, Ice Dragon proposed to Kligerman and Steven to fix it a bit, maybe an antenna, a camera and a new control panel. After the winning bot’s announcement, the rest of the members went off to train, and Kligerman and Steven were off to refix and change several old and new components to the bot. The plan was in motion. Unbeknownst to Kligerman and Steven, Ice Dragon and Ninjasaurus were already set for what they are about to do with the bot.

Ninjasaurus: Tarkus, are we sure we are about to set this bot in motion at the agent headquarters on the island next to the peninsula?

Ice Dragon: Indeed, but we must choose who to ruin, because we’ve done that to some half a dozen regular penguins, and if one of them is more prominent in a form of popularity or anything of the sort.

Ninjasaurus: So, anyone popular?

Ice Dragon: Not necessarily, but someone who is somewhat famous, like a member of the Lagois Family or some other individual. Or just another random individual who happens to be in the agency.

Ninjasaurus: Okay then, when shall we commence?

Ice Dragon: I’d say in a week. I heard whispering that there is another meeting happening, not a big one like a new super villain on the rise, but I heard it has to do with statistics.

Ninjasaurus: Alright then. I’ll get back to training, and I will set the date.

Ice Dragon: Alright Ninjasaur…

The plan was in motion, and in a week, they would eventually plan out what to do. But first, the members should have extra training hours and routine changes, and the strings on how these missions would go will be told to the members of the Alliance. After a week’s past, with the members trained, and routines changed, along with extra credited work to the members and the steps of each mission to it to work in an orderly manner, it was now time to go. After launching the PUFFLE-5, it was time to enter the mission.