Kobra and Ghoul’s jaws dropped when the black-haired comic store owner said his friends' names. “They went by Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid.”
Kobra couldn’t help himself. He sprinted back to his store and returned with something and threw it at them. “Dang it Party Poison!”
Surprised to hear his killjoy name from someone he thought he didn’t know, he looked at what was thrown at him. It was a bright red jacket with black and white detailing. Looking at the front of the jacket, he saw a rather familiar symbol. He dropped the jacket and hugged the tattoo artist. “Brother!”
“Hey Party.” Kobra said, spinning around with his older brother in his arms so neither of them fell to the ground.
Ghoul added in. “What about Jet-Star?”
The floofy haired friend of Party’s patted Ghoul on the shoulder. “Right here, Ghoul.” That resulted in Jet getting tightly hugged by the smallest of the four.
The brothers held on to each other for a bit longer until letting go. “Hey, the Fabulous Four are back!” Party said happily.
