"The Most Dangerous Toon Alive? I would thank you for the compliment but that would be too nice of me."
You grin maliciously as the little Goof starts quaking in fear. You turn to the big one; you can't wait to see the lightbulb finally turn on in his tiny brain.
Goofy stares vacantly.
It's fine. You can wait.
"…Uh…" Bradly intones uncertainly, looking at the apparently unresponsive Goof.
"Ab-up-up!" You shush him. "We should be patient."
Goofy continues staring blankly.
You run out of patience.
"C'mon! Helloooooo?!?! Anybody home? Fear? Terror? Mild concern?"
You wave your hand in front of his face, to no response.
"I think it's a defense mechanism." Max whispers.
You put your ear up to Goofy's head.
"der Der DERR. The number you are calling is not in service. Please hang up and try aga-"
"All right," you declare, pulling out your chainsaw and revving it. "Time to do things the old fashioned way!"
Negaduck Martial Check:
68+72+25+25-50 (Just Playing Around)=140
Goofy Martial Contest:
14+8+21=43
Triple Critical Success!
In a single, delightfully visceral motion, you cleave the goofs' overpacked minivan in half, camping gear and all. The two halves slide apart with the sound of tearing metal, collapsing evenly around you.
Now the Goof knows to start screaming. He and his son run around in circles for a few seconds, hollering their heads off, before smacking into each other with a klonk! And dropping them both dazed to the ground.
"Wow." You say, blinking. "I wasn't even trying."
The suit grabs the two unconscious toons and leaps onto his motorcycle, taking off in a burst of dirt that coats Bradley in a cloud of dust he has to cough his way out of.
"Ahahahaha!" You chuckle. "Finally it's getting interesting. Well? You're the one with the fancy skates, quarterwit! After him!"
Bradley Martial Check:
19+25=44
Russ Contest:
55+14+12+10=91
Critical Failure!
The secret agent, or whatever he was, apparently understands the gravity of the situation. Spinning his vehicle in a perfect 180, he blasts your worthless apprentice with some sort of laser blast, charring his unfortunately toon-resilient body black and leaving him puffing smoke.
You tut as you step out from behind a nearby building, making the spook whirl around.
"Tut tut Braddy boy. And I had such low hopes for you. And yet SOMEHOW you disappoint even those!"
"My hair is on fire." he responds weakly.
"I'm sure it is."
"Are you… really letting this guy into the Fearsome Five?" the suit asks, curiosity apparently overcoming Fear for a brief moment.
"Eeeeeeeeh." you reply, wavering your fingers. "It's this new thing I'm trying out. Inspire the villains of tomorrow, lead them down the path of evil, yadda yadda." You rub the back of your neck. "Honestly, I don't think the kid is working out. I think I'll just murder him once he stops being amusing."
"What was that?" Bradley asks.
"I SAID I'M GONNA KILL YOU LATER!" You reply. "THAT'S NOT A PROBLEM, IS IT?"