Ready, Set, Misfits! - Chaos on Wheels

And now, racing. Because apparently when you’re done rocking and munching, you slap a helmet on and start driving like your life depends on it. Skeletons, monsters, pit crew rejects — they’re all on the track. And me? I’m just pointing out the wrecks before they happen. Spoiler: they always happen.

From Stage to Speedway

When monsters get bored, they don’t fade quietly. They build racecars. Don’t ask where the engines came from or why a skeleton thinks he can steer without muscles — just accept that the Misfits found the loudest way to stay busy.

On the Grid

Skeleton Racer (–2) – Nothing but bones and bravado, rattling down the track like a nightmare in overdrive.

Monster Racer (#13) – A hulking beast behind the wheel, more fury than finesse, fueled by roars and wreckage.

Oktoberfest Goblin (#10) – Beer in one hand, wheel in the other. Logic says he shouldn’t be racing. Logic doesn’t live here.

Pitstop Crew (#5) – Rats, spiders, and a grab-bag of chaos — somehow keeping cars moving, usually in the wrong direction.

Full Throttle Mayhem

Engines howl, tires smoke, and flags wave — usually at the wrong time. Every lap is less about winning and more about surviving, as the grid turns into a demolition derby of bad decisions. For the Misfits, it’s never about the finish line. It’s about the crash in the middle.