Clash Of Worlds

The New World

Suddenly, the gang appeared in a field. Green grass rose up to the gang's knees.

"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON HERE? I'M VERY CONFUSED!" Joe began to scream, spun his chair around and started wheeling away from the confrontation. Trashy Chariot eyed the paraplegic rolling away. Swinging his trash sword forward, it whizzed past Hank and Steven, on course for Joe. The rapier pierced through the chair and through one of Joe's legs. The sword whipped around to slice through Joe's other leg. Pulling back the sword, the wheelchair shattered, leaving Joe to tumble forward. Laying on the ground, Joe sat up to see his newfound injuries. "Oh no, OH GOD! MY LEGS, THEY'RE BROKE-oh wait...." Turning their attention from Joe, Steven and Hank faced Danny Polnareff. 

"Steven..." Hank sounded grim. "Run." "Huh??? But D-dad, I can't lea-" Steven stuttered "I SAID RUN!!!" 

Shaken, Steven whipped around, and began running in the opposite direction. Danny Polnareff's attention had been diverted to Steven, which left an opening for Hank. Hank rushed Danny, and Propane Nightmare summoned a large bottle of propane. Danny had just turned around when Trashy Chariot was stricken in the head with the propane bottle. Stumbling back, Danny smirked. "Is that all you got?" Whipping it forward, Trashy Chariot's sword flung towards Hank. Hank jumped out of reach, but didn't realize that a sword blow was not the attack Danny was making. Once the sword reached it's full length, a cone of trash and sewage spat out of the tip. Suprised, Hank jumped into the air and nearly missed the garbage cone. Taking aim once more, Propane Nightmare spewed a funnel of fire towards Polnareff. Luckily, Danny was expecting a counter attack. He quickly leaped out of the way of the fire, and jumped into the air. Both afloat, Danny Polnareff and Hank Hill Universe stared each other down. 

Steven was still running. The tall grass was not helping his situation, as he continuously stumbled while running. Steven had been going for several minutes, so he decided to take a breather. He stopped, and bent over. Hands on his knees, he took in shallow breaths. "I....wasn't..ugh.....prepared...for...this..." Steven sputtered between breaths. "Of course you weren't! Didn't you just find out your dad had powers?" Steven heard the voice and looked up. It was a chubby black man, with a small afro and rounded mustache. "Who are....you?" "Why, I'm Cleveland Brown. Hahahahe..." Cleveland looked off in the distance. "Oh, is Hank over there?" "Yeah, he's fighting some fat guy with really long hair and a silver man covered in trash." Steven explained. Steven and Cleveland stared at each other, blankly. Cleveland smiled. "Okay!" "So, what are you doing here?" Steven pondered. "Oh, I was looking for Joe. I saw him chasing after someone, and I was like "Hey Joe!" and he said "NOT NOW CLEVELAND, I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A HIGH STAKES CHASE!" and I thought "Wow, that was rude of Joe. I gotta find him so he can apologize."" Steven looked bewildered. "...okay. That's besides the point. I gotta think of a way to save my dad. Do you have one of those.....giant guys my dad summoned?" Steven asked. "Wait, maybe I do." Cleveland struck his feet into the ground, and posed. He began to pose harder and harder until....

He farted. "Hahahahe...I tooted." "Ugh, that was useless! How am I gonna save my dad now?" "Ooh, I have an idea. I found this shack house a bit that way." Cleveland pointed behind him. "There were some people who had holed up in there, maybe one of them know what to do."  Eyeing Cleveland, Steven had his suspicions. "Oh really? Who's there?" "Oh," Cleveland began to explain "There's a handful. There's this small green guy who kept screaming. There's two guys who look....really gross. Kinda like that Danny guy, all realistic.  Oh, and this little brown raccoon who kept shouting as well." "Did you get any names?" Steven asked. "Nope! They should still be there though. Let's go!" Cleveland turned around, and began walking through the grass in the direction of the shack. Steven, with no other options, followed Cleveland in an attempt to find something to save his dad.

Danny Polnareff stood back and blasted another cone of sewage and Hank. Coming within a hair of the cone, Hank dodged it but was splashed by the sewage. The trash juice that had landed on him and Propane Nightmare began to corrode them. Quickly, Propane Nightmare blasted themselves with fire to eradicate the acidic sewage. As the flames died down, he saw Danny zooming towards him. Danny's fist contacted Hank, sending him back several meters. Re-stabilizing himself, Hank spat onto the ground. "Boy, I'm 'bout gettin' tired of this battle. You should give up now." "Why? You losing steam, HANK?" Danny spat towards Hank. Hank's expression turned from one of annoyance to one of fury. Clouds began to form over the battle. "Fine, let's see how you like the taste of this!" Propane Nightmare pointed his hands into the sky, and shot a stream of clear liquid, most likely propane, into the sky. Danny was a bit perplexed by this, but kept his face straight. After a couple seconds, Propane Nightmare stopped the stream. Hank stared Danny in the eyes. "....What? Is that is? All that fury for a....little poot into the sky?" Danny Polnareff began to cackle, as Trashy Chariot raised his sword in attack. Suddenly, drops began falling from the sky. One landed in Danny Polnareff's mouth, which he quickly spat out. "Ughh, what was that?" Danny looked up to see rain, falling from the sky. Hearing a crack from in front of him, Danny quickly adjusted his gaze to Hank. It was too late though, as Hank was already on Danny, making contact between Danny and his fist. Danny was launched downwards, and slammed hard into the ground. Stunned, Danny attempted to reorient himself. It was futile, as Hank had already ascended into the sky. Propane Nightmare held his hands in the air, forming a large liquid ball of propane. Still trying to recover, Danny stood up and shook his head. Hank fetched a match from his pocket. He struck it against his bare skin, which somehow ignited the match. He tossed it up, into the liquid ball of propane. The ball ignited, and a fireball 50 times his size. Propane Nightmare reared back, and hurled the ball towards the planet. Danny Polnareff had finally regained his orientation, only to see a massive ball of fire hurdling towards him. He looked around himself, only to see the grass around him was permeated with propane. All Danny Polnareff could do was brace for impact. Hank screamed "PROPANE ANNIHILATION!" as the ball connected with the planet. The ground ignited, and the bomb went off.

Steven and Cleveland had been walking for some time. Both were breathing heavy and sweating. Several hours had passed since the two departed from the meeting point. "Hey...Cleveland, you think...we could take....a break, maybe?" Steven huffed. "Yeah, we....might as well..." Cleveland sputtered. Both of them collapsed in the grass, laying down and facing the sky. Breathing heavy, the two sat in silence for some time. After a couple minutes, Steven sat up to view the area. "Ah man, I can't see ANYTHING from here! Are you sure there's even a sha-" Steven was cut off by a rumbling in the ground. "Huh?" Steven muttered. "Oooh yeah, that feels goooooooooood......." Cleveland moaned. Steven began turning around to see the source of the rumbling. In the distance and direction his dad had been, a large mushroom cloud stood. Steven saw this cloud, and tears began to form in his eyes. Sitting down, Steven kept his eye on the cloud and began to sob. Cleveland heard this and sat up. "Hey buddy, what's going on?" Steven merely pointed at the mushroom. "Oh nooo..." Cleveland rubbed his chin, thinking of something to reassure Steven. "Hey, wasn't your dad the one using fire powers?" Steven looked up and shook his head. "Then, he's probably the one who caused the explosion. He's fine, he's just beating the crap out of that other guy!" Steven looked down, thinking and wiping tears from his eyes. Standing up, Steven said "Yeah....you're probably right." Steven looked ahead, and out of nowhere, a small shack appeared right over the horizon. Steven felt a wash of hope flow over him. "C-cleveland, the shack!" "Oh hey, how'd that get there? Wait, that wasn't there earli-" Cleveland's thought process was cut off. Steven grabbed his hand and began running. "We don't have time! We got to get to the shack quickly." "O-okay!" Cleveland spouted.