Austin-Powers: Man of Mysterious/Fun Laser

Mr. Powers, man-of-adventure, must extract a dark-laser from the island of the evil Hockey, but he's got aid/breadfruit from the spy-angel Liza (for doubt).

My great-attempt at an Austin Powers fanfic, for your March-Sat. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the Austin Powers series/franchise and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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BASIL: You must retrieve this invaluable-laser multi-shot 'thing' from Hockey's lair!

MR. AUSTIN POWERS: No prob, Basil...you've chosen the good-hero...for I know IQ.

BASIL: That's excellence, Austin; and because you'll work with Liza, all shall rain!
MR. AUSTIN POWERS: What's the spec on this mysterious villain (the 'Hockey'), sir?

BASIL: Austin, we do know/think the 'Hockey'-man seeks bad Euro-NFL things, bad.

MR. AUSTIN POWERS: That's smashing and laser-unfriendly, Basil my guru-friend.

BASIL: Facebook-like!

Mr. Austin Powers, globe-man of adventures and mystery-things, set-foot into the island in the Pacific holding the nemesis of human world, the evil and calculating laser-weapons theft-hoodlum known as the Hockey (damn). Austin had to link-up with his special cohort, a femme-angel whose training in martial arts made her the right-stuff for entry into Hockey's dark cave and extraction of the multi-shot laser HQ demanded; and Basil counseled Mr. Powers for this mission of hell and knew it'd be a nice social/media 'faces' rep for things...peace (Facebook-like).

HOCKEY: Welcome to my evil island of Hell!

MR. AUSTIN POWERS: Liza and I simply seek to take your multi-shot, bad-sports.

HOCKEY: I'm thinking you're thinking I'm thinking I'll see nothing through my mask!

MR. AUSTIN POWERS: Maybe you're the aficionado of things ice...but I'm Powers.

HOCKEY: Danger's your middle name, but I'll show you the outcome of vanity, sir.

MR. AUSTIN POWERS: How about a badminton-contest to determine good-faith?

HOCKEY: You dare to think a simple sport-run shall humble me to an IQ-compact?

MR. AUSTIN POWERS: What shall the underworld-demons say of such racquet-art?

HOCKEY: Damn you, Mister Powers...but you'll receive no angel-aid from Liza!

MR. AUSTIAN POWERS: Of course not, Mister Hockey...Liza's weary from kung-fu.

HOCKEY: Good (Facebook-like).

Austin was dashing, drawing on his badminton-love from days of Dartmouth (wow). Liza and him flew-away with Hockey's multi-shot laser 'toy' for Basil's awesome study-team at HQ. Liza and Austian (meanwhile) decided to retreat to Tahiti where some greeting media-deities promised to indulge their psychiatric-needs of post-evil contact remedy with linguistics, pineapples, and maybe outdoor cinema (Facebook-like).

LIZA: What a great unusual surprise treat for our island get-away, Mister Powers!

AUSTIN: Chicken-pie ordered and customized and prepared by chefs here (for us).

LIZA: I wouldn't (automatically) think you'd be a super-fan of Western food here.

AUSTIN: You thought dead wrong, Liza my love...for Austin Powers is Earth-gent.

LIZA: Hockey's evil...self-exiled...underwater to poke-fun at Earth privately, eh?

AUSTIN: That's the truth, Liza my chicken-pie sharing compatriot of darkness, ok.

LIZA: What's the word (from Basil at HQ) about our incoming mission-prompt, pal?

AUSTIN: We're to intercept chemicals heading to the Super Bowl...but much later.

LIZA: That's holidays (Blue Planet like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)