Party of Champions 17

Party of Champions 17
Dynamic Duo

Sir Rattler drew two guns from his belt and aimed them at both Yogurt and Boardwalk, “You two don’t know who you’re messing with.”
Yogurt growled. “You’re messing with the Party of Champions! That’s nothing to shrug off.”
Hourglass leaned over to Domino. “When did we decide on that name?”
Domino sighed, “We didn’t…”
Sir Rattler fired his pistols. Yogurt turned his body into goo, and Boardwalk turned his body into steel. The bullets passed through Yogurt and bounced off Boardwalk, causing no harm to them whatsoever.
Yogurt chuckled. “Is that the best you got?”
Sir Rattler motioned to his remaining henchmen, the remaining seven or so. They all charged forward. Yogurt reared his arm backwards, and transformed it into a gigantic fist made of goo. He swung it outward, striking all the guards and sending them flying into the casino tables.
“Hey, bro!” Boardwalk snarled. “Mind the casino!”
“I’m doing you a favor!” Yogurt snapped back.
“You’re destroying the tables!” Boardwalk motioned to the debirs. “Stop being so reckless!”
Yogurt nodded. “My bad.”
Sir Rattler threw a knife at Boardwalk, but he blocked it with his tonfas. Yogurt rushed forward and leaped into the air, transforming his entire body into goo. He landed besides Sir Rattler and splashed onto the ground, creating an enormous pool of yogurt. It spread across the floor, covering Sir Rattler’s feet and trapping him in the sticky substance.
“What is this?” he growled and tried to lift his feet. “I can’t move!”
Yogurt extended his arms from the goo and grabbed onto Sir Rattler’s arms, preventing him from struggling even further.
“Let go of me!” he snarled.
Yogurt grinned. “You’re up, Mr. Financial Advisor!”
Boardwalk advanced forward, twirling his tonfa around rapidly.
“Get away from me!” Sir Rattler snarled. He struggled to move, but Yogurt held him firmly in place. “Get off me, kid!”
“No.”
Boardwalk stood face-to-face with Sir Rattler and put his tonfa away. He glared at him. “Do you feel afraid?”
Sir Rattler spat at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Boardwalk transformed his fist into a steel. With all his might, he swung it outward and did an uppercut, striking Sir Rattler. Yogurt released him moments before, and he was sent flying upward. Boardwalk then leaped into the air and did a downward spike, sending him plowing into the ground below. Finally, Yogurt raised his gigantic yogurt fist and smashed it into the ground on top of Sir Rattler. The blast created a small crater in the ground, and Sir Rattler was inside it, motionless.
Boardwalk turned to Yogurt. “You did it again…”
“Did what?” Yogurt grinned. “Win? Yes, I know.”
Boardwalk motioned to the crater in the middle of the casino. “This is why I fight alone.”
Yogurt looked away, guiltily. I don’t know who did this.”
“You did, you idiot!” Boardwalk snarled.
Domino, Globe, and Hourglass walked up to the two. “Way to go, you two!”
“Thank you!” Yogurt beamed. “I helped out!”
Boardwalk grumbled. “You destroyed my casino.”
Yogurt shrugged. “Aww, relax. When we’re traveling, we’ll make enough money to buy you a hundred more. I expect that much from our financial advisor.”
“This is like, the hundredth time you mentioned the phrase ‘financial advisor’.” Growled Boardwalk. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Because,” Yogurt glared face-to-face at him, “You’re gonna be part of my party. We’re gonna travel around the universe and I’m gonna become the strongest fighter in the universe!”
“The strongest fighter?” Boardwalk asked. “That’s a bold statement. That one snake is pretty strong as it is.”
“I’m gonna beat him.” Yogurt spoke.
“How?”
Yogurt grinned. “In a fight. Duh!”
Boardwalk frowned. “You want me to join you guys?”
“Please, Mr. Boardwalk!” Globe begged. “We need you to join us. You’ll be a welcome addition to the team.”
“Plus,” Hourglass licked her lips and glanced up and down at him. “You’re eye candy. And you’re rich…”
Boardwalk stared at all of them. “So this joker has managed to convince all of you to help him out?”
“You get used to him after a while.” Domino shrugged.
Boardwalk turned to Yogurt. “What’s in it for me?”
“Uhh, what’s in it for you is that you get to hang out with the future strongest fighter in the universe.”
“You could solve puzzles with me?” Domino added.
“And you can help me make my maps!” Globe shouted.
“And…you can keep me warm at night.” Hourglass began breathing heavily.
Boardwalk thought for a moment, “You really think you have a shot at beating the Legend of the Universe?”
“That’s the plan.” Yogurt smirked.
Boardwalk nodded, impressed. “Alright kid. Maybe I’m just crazy, but I’ll lend my support to you.”
“Yay!” Globe ran up to him and hugged him. “I need to make a map of Regal Heights. Now you can help me!”
Boardwalk nodded. “Do we have a ship, or am I supposed to buy one for us to use?”
Yogurt shook his head. “Hourglass already has a ship. We’re gonna use that.”
Hourglass nodded. “It’s called the ‘Copulat-’”
Domino smacked her on the head. “Say the right name.”
Hourglass rubbed her head and straightened her glasses. “That hurts, you know.”
Boardwalk turned to Yogurt. “So, are we gonna be your lackies? Or what’s the deal here?”
Yogurt shook his head. “We’re a team. We’ll help each other out. If you wanna do something also, we’ll help you out.”
“Like what?”
“Anything,” Yogurt smiled, “We’re friends now! Your dream is now our dream!”