Vaudevillain

Chapter 206: Unexpected Winners

Dylan continued to think up plans as the Zlomobile raced along, barely keeping ahead of his competitors. He didn't have a lot of options available to him with how wary Valiant was acting. Perhaps Dr. Zlo could use his nanobots and somehow lose control of them? Or maybe he could slip on a patch of his frictionless liquid. That might work, but Dylan had no clue how he would slip on his own attack. Once again, his competitors weren't ahead of him.

Maybe he should slow down? But if he did that, people would notice, and they'd all wonder why Dr. Zlo lost speed on a straightaway with nothing in his way. No, slowing down wasn't an option. It would give off all the wrong signs.

But what else could Dr. Zlo do at this point? Dylan couldn't think of anything on him that would work, other than making a bomb misfire. But that had the chance of annihilating the Zlomobile, and Dylan couldn't have that. He spent a lot of time making his new getaway car; losing it wasn't an option at this point.

Did Dr. Zlo actually have to win this time? Dylan had hoped to make the race look close, Dr. Zlo barely losing despite all his cheating. He wanted to curse out the winner, declaring vengeance against all who came before him. And it could have led to a couple of fun, dastardly crimes. Dylan could see it, Dr. Zlo assaulting a hero's base with some wacky device and monologuing a grand speech about how great he was.

Dylan sighed. He could only blame himself. Any plan with such a fine line between success and failure was bound to have issues. There was never any guarantee that Dylan's plans for Dr. Zlo would succeed. Realistically, if Dylan wanted to do that, he would need to rope in a lot more conspirators besides his minions. A few heroes, the race coordinators, a few spectators here and there, all of them were needed if Dylan wanted to complete his true plans.

Gripping the steering wheel, Dylan readied himself to cross the finish line. He started rehearsing a speech in his head, preparations for when he won. Valiant and Riptide were still chasing him, and gaining, but Dylan's shield would hold for the distance. His two competitors would come in right behind Dr. Zlo, fighting for second and third as the villain gloated.

Suddenly, Dr. Zlo felt something smash into his right-front wheel, careening him to the side. The villain skidded across the road, his vehicle slamming right into Riptide's boatmobile and sending the two swerving into the barrier nearby. The spectators yelped in surprise and terror as the two cars rushed toward them.

"Dude!" Riptide shouted in surprise. The surfer attempted to break free, he and G.W. using their respective powers.

"Who dares trap the road in front of me!" Dr. Zlo shouted at the same time.

Inwardly, Dylan was ecstatic. Someone hadn't wanted him to win and trapped the road to stop him! It was everything the man wanted. Now he was behind the leader and could curse whoever dared steal Dr. Zlo's victory! But first, the villain needed to get his car back on the right track.

Dylan applied the brakes, turning the steering wheel enough to correct his course without oversteering. The Zlomobile straightened out, Dr. Zlo slamming on the gas to chase after Valiant. Everything was in the home stretch now, and Dr. Zlo had to try his hardest to keep up the act.

Riptide and G.W. tried to straighten their car as well but overcorrected. Riptide tried using his powers to surf the boatmobile back on track, while G.W. used his whirlwinds to do the same. With both powers combined, Riptide's vehicle spun a touch too far, landing sideways and putting him behind Dr. Zlo.

"Oh man!" Riptide lamented. "I was this close, dude!"

"If you let me handle it, we would've been fine," G.W. sniffed.

"My bad, dude," Riptide answered with a laugh. "Got caught up in the moment."

"Well, there goes all that Phlebotinium," G.W. grumbled.

Riptide clapped his minion on the back, making G.W. huff in detest, "No worries, my man. I'm sure we can find more of the stuff elsewhere. Besides, this race was fun!"

The surfer straightened his car, chasing after Dr. Zlo and Valiant, ready to take third place in the competition.

"Don't think you can escape me, Valiant!" Dr. Zlo shouted.

Cass fired the Zlomobile's laser cannons, under orders from Dr. Zlo to "do everything possible to stop him, now!" Red energy pulsed like a strobe light toward Valiant, the hero blocking the attacks with his shield.

"I win, Dr. Zlo!" Valiant shouted triumphantly. "We both know your technology can't stop me!"

Dr. Zlo growled, accelerating the Zlomobile. The finish line was in sight now, the two players only seconds away. Valiant had his shield up behind him, hand outstretched to stop Dr. Zlo's energy blasts. The villain kept attempting to fire around the protection, swerving the Zlomobile left and right in the hopes that Valiant's ability didn't protect the whole car. As he suspected, Valiant's shield covered his car's entire bumper, stopping everything Dr. Zlo had.

Dylan smiled, turning it into a fierce grin on Dr. Zlo just in case someone was watching. He didn't know who planted the trap earlier, but he needed to thank them. Dylan would actually be able to get what he wanted!

"Blast that Valiant!" Dr. Zlo cursed as the two raced. "Blast him and his ridiculous powers!"

"Come on, boss! We can do it!" Cass encouraged. The minion not privy to Dr. Zlo's true thoughts.

"Keep firing, Cass!" Dr. Zlo roared. Dylan was actively trying to hide his feelings with mock rage now. The finish line was just ahead!

The two players raced down the street, Dr. Zlo barely behind Valiant as the two rushed toward the finish line. Both kept their focus on each other, doing their best as they fought. That was why neither noticed a team of Jacques that had snuck through behind the finish line. The minions stood, dressed in aviator goggles and scarves while carrying a long multi-person bicycle. As the racers approached, the minions jumped on their transport, pedaling forward in unison toward Valiant.

The hero noticed too late, turning his head at the last moment to see the incoming cyclists.

"What the f*ck!" he shouted.

A bell dinged on the bicycle as it rushed forward. In his surprise, Valiant swerved out of the way, putting both hands on the wheel to keep control. A few red lasers impacted against his vehicle's frame, shaking the car for a moment. Valiant paid no attention; Ixzay had said the vehicle could take a few hits.

The Jacques weren't about to lose their target, however. The lead minion turned to match Valiant, the bicycle staying on course as the hero swerved back and forth. It was no use, for once the Jacques had laser focus. The bike crashed straight into Valiant's car, the Jacques flying over the hood and landing near Valiant.

"Get the f*ck off!" Valiant shouted. "I've got a race to win!"

The hero activated his power, vaporizing a couple Jacques as they rushed him. A third entered his vision on the left, and Valiant swung his arm around to strike it. He missed the last Jacques, the minion having landed behind and to the right. As Valiant disintegrated the third Jacques, the last one rushed to the steering wheel and kicked it hard. Valiant's car swerved to one side, losing its speed as the tires skidded across the street. The Zlomobile passed by in an instant, crossing the finish line half a moment before Valiant.

Dylan slammed the brakes as soon as his car crossed the finish line, staring at the crumpled bicycle near Valiant. The last Jacques jumped off the car, making its way into the crowd as Menagerie swarmed around the racers.

Dylan blinked, "Did the Jacques, just, save the day?"

Cass looked haltingly at Dr. Zlo, an equal amount of surprise on his face, "I think they did, boss."

Dylan blinked again, his face still in blank surprise, "That means I just won. Right?"

Cass nodded slowly, "I think so, boss."

Dylan looked over to Cass, who was looking at him in turn. Suddenly, the butler burst into a smile, his arms wide in exultation.

"Boss, we won! We won!"

Dylan's face stayed blank for another second, then contorted as Dr. Zlo snorted a laugh. The villain doubled over, the ridiculous nature of it all hitting him like a truck. Of all the things to ruin his plans!

Dylan couldn't help but laugh; at no point had he expected the Jacques to ruin his actual plans! The entire point of the minions was to bumble things! They were simple designs meant to cause hiccups. Then, Dr. Zlo would have to deal with the new hiccups, most likely losing something in the process.

"Can you believe it, boss!" Cass cheered. "Look at everyone coming to congratulate us!"

Dylan couldn't look up. He was still laughing too hard. The absurdity of his minions was hitting him alongside the fact that Dr. Zlo just won, and it was keeping the man doubled over in laughter. He recovered seconds later, after groups of players had gathered around to congratulate him.

Dylan took a deep breath before walking out. He'd won the race, against all odds. It was time to roll with the punches. Cheers erupted as the door opened, the players around clapping and whooping as Dr. Zlo stepped out of his car.

"Yes, yes," Dr. Zlo waved.

The villain put his hands up to calm the crowd. The cheers died down as the players focused on him.

"I know you're all happy that I won," Dr. Zlo started. "But was there ever any doubt!"

The villain threw his hands up, signaling the crowd to cheer once more, "That's right! I've built the greatest getaway car the world has ever seen and proven to all of you that it is the best!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, whoops and hollers drowning each other out. Dr. Zlo kept his hands in the air, basking in the glow of victory.

"You know, Cass," the villain said. "I could get used to this."

"Me too, boss!" Cass smiled back.