Mixels: A Mixful Journey

The N-Mixel Final Stand

Larreye is munching, crunching absolutely lunching on delicious cookironis and frosty, yet lush iceberg lettuce, coated in explosively hot Rokit Sauce. His eyes sweat, enjoying the spiciness as it's mashed up by his eyelash teeth. He's traveling to his first leader meeting, taking place in Mixel Park.

"Alrrrrighty trrrribal leaderrrrs!," Gillbert announces, a room of various Mixel leaders perking up, "We've gatherrrred herrrre to discuss what do about the N-Mixel Arrrrmada that's surrrrely been a pain in the fins." The various leaders all babble amidst themselves, discussing different ideas. Larreye arrives at the meeting grounds. "Shorry I'm late guysh! What'd I missh?" "Oh nothing much," Gillbert says, calming Larreye down, "We'rrrre just discussing the N-Mixels." A Mixel slams her fist down on the table, "I say... we's don' gonna put em' in Mixopolis Prison!" The gun-slinging cowboy picks up a Mixel, pulling their goatee trigger, shooting a coconapple out from the Mixel's nose. He then throws the Mixel at a nearby goateel, knocking it out. Gillbert rolls his eyes, "You'rrrre usually so level-headed Howdee..." "No, no," Venus says, "He got a point." A croc-like Mixel finished coughing up a yarn ball, "What if we just tried to befriend them?," Crocsu says hopefully, albeit shortsightedly. Gillbert wishes he could facepalm. Larreye nervously bites his fingers

Meanwhile...

"Alllright you miserable Mixels!!," Major Nixel shouts, "We need to get serious about stopping the Mixels from mixing!" Crapple yawns, "What's the point?" Pulty deeply exhales through nonexistent nostrils, "We oughta go with the plan... if you know what's good for ya." "CALM DOWN," King Nixel booms, sending shivers down even the tough-shelled Crabby's crustacean, spineless area, "Major likely has good plan that no interfere with other project." Major Nixel clears his throat, a small monitor cascading down and showing the Mixel Park meeting, "Well, I propose we send a small swarm over to that there leader meeting." Nixels roar with an orderly applause. As the N-Mixel Armada heads out, Pulty grabs a rainbow cubit in case of an emergency.

Back at the continually arguing meeting, Gillbert is reaching his breaking point when he hears something.
"NIX!"
In that moment, an enormous swarm of Nixels coats the land. Gillbert looks at Larreye, "LARRRRRREYE WHAT'S HAPPENING!!?" as the other leaders escape and Lareye gets nixed alongside Venus and Boxxie, a grayscale Larreye can only say one thing, "MIXBOX LIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!"

Dirth and Thorny had been walking by and noticed the chaos, opting to hide underground. "Ok Dirth, what the heck are we gonna DO!?," Thorny says, choking on tears, regardless of how tasty they are. As Dirth sips on a cup of her tears, he thinks. "Hmmm, we need get others!" "HOW!?," Thorny shouts at a continually and surprisingly calm Dirth. "We dig." Thorny relaxes a bit after Dirth gives her a stem massage. They grab a green/brown cubit, mixing and dig to Mixlantis in mere moments.

"Rawna... do you think Gillbert's taking awhile to come back?," Tanky wonders aloud, "His seawheat sandwitch is getting cold..." Rawna just gargles on his own spit, Dirth and Thorny popping up under him. "Taynky! The leaders got nixed! Theres a HUGE swarm in Mixel Park!," Thorny says fearfully. Taynky crosses her tentacles, "Well that ain't nothing we can't handle! Let's get the Limbsters!"

Major observes the immense destruction and orderly chaos caused by the Nixels, grinning with slimy glee, "Mixel Land is all mine at this rate! Mixel Park is now NIXEL PARK! Gyahaha!!" He then gets a facefull of Armbo's fist, being punched into a wall. "YOU MISERABLE MIXELS!," he shouts. Without a word the enormous swarm stampedes towards the Mixels.  A trash compactor forms 3 mixes, known as a mondo mix including Taynky, Rawna, Legzy, Armbo, Butso, Thorny, Dirth, Wollopz and Hevvie-Weyte. The first mondo mix breaks a few cubits to restore the colors of Venus, Gillbert and Boxxie. The second mondo fends off the Nixel swarm while the third deals with the N-Mixel Armada. Avoiding projectiles from Murppet, who turned himself into a cannon (Funniest grit I've ever seen). The mondo mix splits, Armbo rushing to hug Boxxie. "M-me like you Boxxie," she says at last. Boxxie returns the hug and immediately punches Armbo in the stomach, "I wanted to say it first, ya knucklehead!"

"IT'S NO FAIR!!!," Crapple whines, tearing up. "I know y'all aren't gonna like it, but I've gots a solution," Pulty says regretfully, pulling out the backup rainbow cubit. Crabby sighs, "We no has other choice." The N-Mixel Armada grabs the cubit. Crapple's apple flesh begins tearing apart, splitting with loud cricks and cracks. Crabby's crustacean exoskeleton crackles too, melding into Crapple. Murppet's wooden body crackles apart, forming the mix's connective foundation. Finally, Princess and Pulty simply melt into the mix, five voices screaming from the pain of creating a mix from pure malice. The mixels finally become one, the form shifting and barely holding itself together. "HA! Take THAT you miserable Mixels!!," the mix says in a constantly shifting puddle of five voices, struggling for control. The mix picks up Larreye, flinging them at the Mixels. Larreye bites Butso, nixing him. In that moment, Legzy saves them both with the mixing essence from a now-broken cubit. "Yaaayaaaaay!!! You saved mee Legzy!!," Butso says gleefully. "SHUT UP," she retorts. "Well my frrrriends..." Gillbert says, grabbing out four tribal cubits, "Why don't we MAX it to FAX it!!?"

"..."

"Yeah that was a terrrrrrible pun."

The Mixels grab the cubits, a rainbow coming out and crushing the Mixels into their four maxes. Butso walks away, feeling left out. The N-mix bites the Mixquatic max, sending coconappples flying at the Limbsters max with it's third hand. The Plantorz max brings up a flurry of roots and vines, the Brawllars max heavily damaging the N-mix with a powerful headbutt. The mix roars as it gets battered by giant kicks, punches and sprayed by intense beams of water.

The N-mix, now weakened to a state of withering pain, roars as it kicks and slashes at empty air. Butso sneaks up, whacking the N-mix back to Nixel Land, "That sure was a Mixful Journey!" Legzy slams Butso's head with a mallet pulled out of thin air.

A Mixful End