Mask: Summer Game

A Story by Abishai100

Fanfic of the Kenner-cartoon of vehicle-flying (masked) heroes operating to defy the evil Venom.

A fanfic of that iconic adventure-cartoon M.A.S.K. (Kenner).

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Friends, let me tell you about my extra-credit vigilante-operations hero unit known as Mask, which is an acronym (actually!) for Mobile-Armored-Strike-Kommand, operating against our nemesis organization of terror known as Venom, which itself is an acronym for Vicious-Evil-Network-of-Mayhem, commanded by that evil general named Miles. Our Mask unit is composed of me (Satan), my brother (Scott), our pal (Sato), and my lady-friend (Gloria). We ride ultimately-cool vehicles and are planning an intercept of Venom's strike against the Summer Games in France '24. We all wear masks, but it's not just for Halloween Day!

SCOTT: You think Miles will drop acid into the water-polo game pool (Paris)?

SATO: If Satan believes it's chance, we go with it and stop Venom/Miles.

SATAN: We operate as a special theater-team and wield weapons in vehicles.

GLORIA: Go for Mask, friends (ok).

SCOTT: Facebook-like (ha).

MILES (Venom): Paris Game shines bright but sullied by our bloody-gem IQ.

ASSOCIATE (Venom): Doubts about Mask appearance.

MILES (Venom): We'll blend mayhem with social media (Facebook-like!).

ASSOCIATE: Wow...thoughts of Ancient Earth (Greece).

Venom is no small cookie, and General Miles is raw-evil for any hero-unit, even we heroes of valiant Mask. However, we sometimes pick up on his communiques with our spy-tech and we know this Summer Game 'examination' shall render Miles/Venom as simplified avatars of subversive language-arts (for the Ego).

SCOTT: What do you think of this new Paris vehicle; flies too?

SATO: I prefer the vamped-white bike Gloria engineered (for me!).

SCOTT: Is Satan jealous, pal?

SATO: Nah...it's all photo-synthesis for the Olympics (France).

SCOTT: Good.

Sato got an awesome white-bike and we Mask heroes rode-off to intercept Miles/Venom in Paris for defense of sportsmanship/TV, and we hoped we'd find his chemical (acid!) stores somewhere in the great Euro-currency city of French toasts (and Facebook!).

GLORIA: We wear masks to veil our agenda for heavens; you're masked Hell.

MILES (Venom): Someday you'll betray your 'force' and become my siren (ha).

GLORIA: Not while chem-warfare's still the 'face' of Earthling paranoia, Miles.

MILES (Venom): Ha.

We were brilliant. The Summer Game 'examination was trumpet for laurels, and we retreated to my Brussels-chateau (inherited!) for needed/earned vacation-time, and to just watch YouTube replays of the water-polo events for fun. Mask came out victorious, and we're now choreographing our next 'premonition' for Venom's real estate.