Gonk!

No, that's me!

Donna Appoaches carrying seven orbs
Hey guys! I got better and gathered all seven Dragon balls. I figure we can use them to fix the damage caused by the Franks, or to give some members real superpowers.
(Everyone laughs)

the turbolift doors to the bridge open and the bridge crew emerge, tired but satisfied. Milkshake reports the discovery and retrivial of Insane's body.
Very good, Commander. Now...What do you mean Insane's body? He's right here...I think...
Ok.. Ops, is everybody aboard that supposed to be aboard?

Almost, Captain. Most of the last to come aboard, Adon, Observer, Ansh and Rikard, are already in Sickbay, but Kiehart is still missing. Sensor scans of the rubble can't find his bio-sign anywhere. Recommend we dispatch a search-and-rescue team with close-range scanning equipment.

Artsy pokes her head into Sickbay. The HoloDoc is busy with other patients now, so she quietly slips in and makes her way to the biobed on which Observer is resting. Quito tags along, clinging to Artsy's hand and staring around with wide eyes.

Observer's eyes are closed, and Artsy hesitates, not sure if he's sleeping or awake, and settles for standing there and gazing down at him. She remembers how he looked in the stylish garb of her home dimention, his powerful transformation the first time she met him at the Supervillain Convention, his ready smile and confident swordsman's stance.... Too late she realizes that Quito is tuning into her thoughts and doing something with them--rebroadcasting them. Artsy turns to hush her, but at least one person has already picked up the broadcast: Observer.

He opens his eyes. "Hello, Artsy."

She flashes hot pink with embarrassment, then tries to control the color and winds up a peculiar mix of rose and a nervous pale blue. When she finds her voice, it's more stable than she thought it might be. "Um...what you said...is that invitation still good?"

We might as well, Commander. Then again, he is virtually indestructable and can take care of himself...

Rikard's eyes open. He's in Sickbay. The last thing he had remembered was helping Enesku get back onto the ship. He'd probably blacked out. The EMH comes over.
EMH: Ah, Mr. Rikard. Feeling better?
Rikard: You're the doctor, you tell me.
EMH: Well you suffered stab wounds in your left arm and right leg, and dislocated your left shoulder, but other than that you only had cuts and bruises, although they were all over your body...
Rikard: That's nice.
A few beds over lies Insane.
How about Pete, will he be alright?
EMH: He should be fine. I'll be able to replace his arm. He should be fine in a few days, physically anyway.
Rikard: How about Ansh and Adon
EMH: They should be out soon. Then again, Adon will probably be out of here sooner than we think.
Rikard: Don't worry, I modified it, remember? As long as you don't keep him too long he'll be in here as long as you want him to be. Or unless Milkshake or the Captain decide they need him.
By the way, what happened to Praetorius?
EMH: Gone, last I heard. We don't know where he is. The Franks retreated and that swordsman you were fighting-
Rikard: He's not dead.
EMH: What?
Rikard: He's not dead.
EMH: How...?
Rikard: I'll explain later. Rikard looks around the room, seeing Artsy talking to the Observer. He still had to give her those piloting lessons.
What's with them?
EMH: Apparently, the Observer has asked Artsy to dinner. But you can hear more about that later. Right now, you need some rest.
Rikard realizes how good that sounds.
That's a great idea.
With that, he lies back down, closes his eyes, and quickly falls asleep.

[Klassikos bursts into sickbay]

All right, which computer is named Roani?

[Roani laptop: "That would be me."]

I know what you were after. This. [he produces the die] This object alters the laws of probability, and I was sent to find it by Athene herself!

[Roani laptop: Yes, of course I was after it! But now I can't use it because I'm just a computer.]

Hey, at least you don't share a head with someone.

The first officer and two other crewmembers of the Horatio Nelson beam aboard, taking with them what looks very much like Lieutenant PD Insane, only with no sign of life. They take it to the bridge.

"We found this on an old ship, frozen in suspeded animation," the first officer says. "There was no-one on the ship, but according to the readings, this had been in there for a year and a half."

The two other crewmembers take the body down to sickbay.

"Oh, no..." says the Roani computer. "I guess you found it, then." Klassikos looks conspiratorialy down at his dice.

The Holographic Doctor is exasperated. "This is a sickbay, not a waxworks. Insane, can you explain this act?"

Insane is barely conscious, but he mumbles, "Put me in it..." and loses consciousness.

wait, that should be, "At least you don't share a head with anyone any more.

Put him in it? You mean he wants to be shrunk down & taken on a Fantastic Voyage inside the other body?

A slick-looking guy with beady eyes holds up a deck of cards that are obviously marked. The camera pulls back, and we see that he is standing on the Golden Gate Bridge.

I'm the San Francisco Cheat!

Butrfli enters sickbay and takes a double take on the double Insanes.
Ok.. which is the real Insane?

Cid pages Sickbay "Um, guys, I can create a clone body in the lab for this Roani "

Here on Earth

Eternal Dragon: "You have summoned me. What is your wish?"

Donna: "I want"

Eternal Dragon: "Ahhh, Mr. Popo killed Dende. Finally, Goodbye."
Dragon fades

Donna: "Darnit, I could have been immortal. Well, I have to find King Bryan now."

Ansh comes to and looks around her.

Hello Artsy and Quito, what happened?

"Well, Miss Butrfli," the holographic doctor says, "It was before you arrived, on the Spidership II in fact. Lieutenant Insane was beamed to the ship but his pattern disappeared in mind-transfer. No-one could explain what happened but his mind survived and a new body was constructed to hold it. It seems this... Roani... intercepted the transportation and beamed the body to another ship."

He then gets the message from Cid. "Um, guys, I can create a clone body in the lab for this Roani."

"That sounds like a good idea, Chief. It does seem fitting that someone who caused Insane to be put in a clone body should be put in one him... or her... self."

Holodoc puts the tranfer helmet on the damaged current Insane body, and connects it to another helmet, which he puts on the fresh-frozen recently rediscovered Insane body.

"This should only take a few minutes." The Holodoc presses a few buttons and hits a few switches, and a few minutes later a masculine computer voice announces: "Tranfer complete."

Holodoc takes off the helmets, and PD Insane, the one with both arms, opens his eyes and sits up.

"Yes! I'm human again!"

Tacoman to search and rescue team, how are things going down there? Have you found Kiehart yet?
Tacoman gets a report from sickbay detaliling the events down there
So just another strange day on the ship, right?

Have you found Kiehart yet?
Who cares?

Cid looks at the computer, "Hmm, what life form is this Ronai anyways. Computer, scan that Labtop. Destroy all I/O devices, the moniter, the keypad, the powersource, the scanner, every port, the whole thing. Send a Pseudo science Science team to transfer her from a computer into a magic device of some kind, preferable one that cannot be used without a ritual or a spell. I want the labtop to be scanned, and I want the parts that contain her memories. I want you to figure out her species, and provide means so she can live in a type one humanoid. And I want it all done by the time I get back from the Microwave, stat.
-----------------------------------------------
Meanwhile
Donna: Okay Lepercon. Give me my three wishes!
Bryan: Um, would you like some snuff?
Donna: Don't mess with me, little man!
Bryan: Okay, what are your three wishes
Donna: Immortallity.
Bryan: Granted
Donna: A pot of gold.
Bryan: Granted
Donna: Prophetcy
Bryan: Granted. And what is your fourth wish?
Donna: Three foot coffin.
Bryan: Ha ha ha! Three wishes I grant you, Wishes big or small, but you wish a fourth wish Hey, what did you mean by three foot coff...
(The last thing that goes through King Bryan's mind is Jesus.)

Well of..

(Observer begins to speak, then looks at the hustle and bustle of sickbay all around them. Ansh and Quito look on in obvious curiosity. Grinning, Observer snaps his fingers, and the commotion abruptly ceases. With amazement, Artsy realizes time has stopped, with everyone frozen in their tracks. Ansh and Quito still stare with such obvious but frozen interest that both heroes break out in peals of laughter. Once the jag of mirth ends, Observer looks back to her, still smiling, and says..)

Of course it is. Artsy, will you permit me the privilege of having dinner with you?

Lepercon? What's that? A criminal with leprosy?

Donna: Prophetcy
Bryan: Granted

Unfortunately, Donna won't be able to tell the future, because, "Prophetcy" isn't a word. She wanted "the power of prophecy". Of course, she won't live forever either, because "Immortallity" isn't a word either, it's "Immortality".

Dude, When a lepericon grants a fourth wish, she wasn't going to get them in the first place. It's a trick they use.

Almost pure yellow-gold, Artsy smiles at Observer. "I'd be honored. What did you have in mind?"

Commander, I wonder if we should just lift off.. I'm sure Kiehart can take care of himself and will join us when he finds a way out...

Cid returns from the microwave with a Hot pocket, a Jimmy Cake, Pizza roles, and a Pizza Bagel.
Hmm, good everythings done. Yep, that body type is acceptable. Pump her with sedatives and transfer her into the body. Ship her to sickbay. Let them deal with her from there on. Oh, and I forgot, did you put kill hostile alien security features in? Good, I knew those files from Greymoran's ship I took were worth it.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D*mn ypu, Cid! You just said the `G'-word!

The redshirt pulls out his Wsiss Navy knife, and stabs himself in the throat with it, falling over dead.

Kiehart awakes, surrounded by rock and wood, broken and shattered in an uncountable number ways. He shakes his head. Although the colapse didn't kill him, the intense pain fo the crushing weight nearly did. "Oh man," he groans. "I wish pain was on the list of things I was immune to." He looks around, winceing painfully, for Frankgroth, but can't see anything but rocks and wood. He tries to stand up, but can't budge. He tries to look behind him, but he can't see anything below the small of his back. He sees his gun strap, and his gun, sticking out form under him, it's barrel smashed beyond repair but otherwise okay. He painfully pulls it out from under him. The damge is repairable thankfully, for he could never replace the alien device that sat where a standard clip normally would. He still can't work the dial because of the dent, not that it would do him any good. but at least it's a piece of good news. He struggles to break free of the rocks pinning his legs, but the weight is too much and every time he shift's the rocks above, the roof that froms the small pocket of air benetah the rubble, starts to crumble, bits of dust falling in Kiehart's hair. "This sucks. I hope they find me soon. Invulnerable or not I still need water and food."

From Insane's POV, everything still looks white and shimmering. But the room is still undoubtedly sickbay. Enesku comes in, in slow motion. Vision begins to return to him.

I feel better than I have for a long time...

Enesku sits on a chair next to him.

Uh... hi Enesku.

"Hi. So, um..."

Yeah. Um...

"*cough* Well, um..."

Yeah. *cough*

"So... the fight with the Franks."

Yes. That's over now, thank goodness. I never want to see another Frank again.

"There are still many of the Dark Franks on board... the ones we signed the treaty with."

Oh, no. I can't see those shirts again. It will put me into another of those fits.

"You won't have any more of those. Remember, those were in your other body. Roani sabotaged its construction. You're fine now." She motions to put her hand on his head, but he turns away.

Of course... I am myself again.

"So, yeah, you may remember... at the end of the fight...?"

Insane remembers all too well. He groans.

"Y'know," Enesku continues, "I was wondering..."

No. That... wasn't me. *This* mouth never touched yours. *This* head didn't... rest against you.

"It was still your mind."

I wasn't using my mind. It wasn't switched on after the fight with Praetorius. He remembers, and continues And these hands haven't killed all those Franks. I feel... clean now.

(Observer smiles again)

The honor is all mine, I assure you. Well, to tell the truth, I hadn't put much thought into it when I asked you, other things being on my mind, but there are quite a few fine restaurants I've found superb. Paris 1907, Centauri City 2245, Emerald Falls 2196, Rome 1875. As a result of my special circumstances, there are a few more choices than people normally get. Is there some special place you would like to visit?

Tacoman happens to look at the sensors that are still scanning the former fortress
Steve, take a look at this.. the sensors show that Kiehart is down there...several meters from the surface of the ruins, so it should be easy to get him...

"Wow." Artsy shruggs. "I'm sure there's a lot more places out there than I've ever heard about...any of them have really awesome artworks nearby?"

She notices that they are still talking in a frozen moment of time....

Whoops.

(Observer snaps his fingers and restores time.)

Yes, in Paris there was the great art exhibition of all the classical Masters, and in Emerald Falls on Beta Riornis II they were hosting a multi-dimensional art museum that year. Quite an amazing event.

A Redsirt looks at the sensor reading. "Wow, he's burried under under almost a kilometer pile of rock and glass and wood and stuff. That must be the painbful thing in the world." The Redshirt immediately dies of the pianful thing in the world that isn't a bunch of rocks and glass and stuff. Of course becuase this is a PG program the actual detah of this Redshirt was covered by a big black bar with the word CENSROED wirtten on it in white letters.

The Earth Shakes, out of the rubble Frankor bursts forth with his hammer. He screams
YOU DIE NOW HSSSSSSSSS ARGAG!!!! Charges
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
Likewise the last thing that passes through his mind is Jesus
As his body is cleft in two, Kiehart sees Donna
"Well I'm glad your alive" as she offers him a hand up.

Donna carries Kiehart up through the hole created in the pile. I ttakes a minute but Kiehart is finally exposed to clean air. "Aw man that feels good! Sweet ••••••• sunshine!"

Rikard was back in the cave. He was sitting against a rock, next to Ansh. He could see the Frank swordsman and himself, their weapons drawn. They were saying something to each other as they fought. However, to Rikard's ears, their conversation was silent. The swords silently clashed as Rikard watched the duel replayed before his eyes. The thing was, he knew that it was a dream. He rarely actually realized that he was in a dream while he was still in it. He had always wondered why. The fighting contiued. Rikard watched as the two combatants punched, kicked, and stabbed each other. The swordsman had the advantage, getting Rikard in the leg. It looked like it was over, the Frank had his weapon ready to make the final blow. The Rikard dreaming smiled as he realized what was about to happen. He watched as the No Profanity Hammer came and knocked the Frank in the back of the head, giving Rikard time to recover, giving his final two swipes at the Frank. The dying Frank smiled, telling Rikard that it wasn't over. He began to glow, eventually glowing so brightly that he could no longer be seen. He shined a bright white. Too bright to look at. Eventually, the white faded, and only the lifeless body of the Frank stood, still in attack position, looking as alive as ever. As Rikard went to check on Ansh, The Great Emancipator axed the lifeless corpse, not realizing the Frank was no longer in the body. Rikard wondered why he was dreaming of this when he heard a familiar voice speaking to him.

Voice: You did well, Joshua Rikard. Now it is time to learn more about yourself.

Rikard was in the alley at Club Ted, the same one he had met the strange figure shortly after he had first joined the LICC. The man who had given him his lightsaber. The figure was facing him now.

Listen to me Joshua Rikard, the information I will give you could may be trivial, or life changing.

Rikard nodded.

Go on...

Soylent Green is People!!

Kiehart was about to ask, "What's going on", Donna of course knew this and said. "The Big Enchillada and Gum based non dairy beverage are looking for you. Obi-Wan Brain guy and our favorite extra dimentional artist are on a date. Insane and the Jedi are having a conversation you can only have in a science fiction show, the first jedi is having a flashback, and sickbay is doing something." Kiehart's next thought was "How do you know that?" She responded "I don't, but someone always is doing one of those things."

I'll look after the little one while you and Observer are on your date.

The new Roani wakes up in sickbay, and looks at her new body.

What the... who said I was female?? No-one, that's who! Who put me in here? What's going on?

Cid, what are you thinking? Roani is evil! We have to send Roani to authorities on Earth for a trial, not have him/her roaming around the ship!

I put it in a body and sent it to sick bay. And no it's not female, it has no genitals, and it's muscle mass wasn't developed other than for locomotion. She has no special powers. Presumably Sick bay can watch a weak, disorientatied alien? If they can't, I installed a chip in the center of her brain aka Spike. If she so much as does anything evil, look out.

Cid, we're in sickbay. Remember? That's where the laptop was, that's where I am, that's where we are.

And we should keep Roani under custody.

Donna and Kiehart board the ship. Kiehart is woozy, and nearly naked, his pants torn to ••••. He walks over to a console and sits in the chair. Tacoman looks at him. "Uh, Jason, you might want to go to sickbay." "Nah, I'm fine." "You look like you got pulled through a pizza oven set on self-clean. Go to sickbay."

"I had a pseudo science team take her out of the labtop, and put her into a body. She's too dangerous in a computer. We are too automated. She's in a organic body, she has been taken back to sickbay by 'bots. I also put a control chip in her head. She can be neutralized very easily. In fact, you can verbally command her by stating your risk password."

*a Risk password is one to be used in operations too dangerous for a master password. It requires a secondary scan, and only has limited access.

As Butrfli is chatting with the various people in sickbay, Kiehart and Donna wander in. Butrfli rushes over to them and takes Kiehart from Donna over to one of the beds
Doctor, Kiehart needs some medical assistance!
Wow.. this place is getting crowded...
Artsy, Observer, I couldn't help but slightly overhear your plans... perhaps I can persuade the the captain to take me on a double date with you two? And if not, that's alright too.

Double date? laughs for the next few minutes Who is chaperoning whom? laughs heartily for another few minutes

why not make it a ...three date giggles if i can find scott!! nesk who r u gunna bring?

*sigh* That's triple, Tammy.

(Observer looks a bit disappointed, then says)

I'm awfully sorry, but I don't know if the temporal travel would be safe for more than two. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you and Jackson...

(At the same time, Artsy hears Observer's voice in her mind)

Now you see my deceptive side. You really don't mind if we go alone, do you?

...and as for a chaperone, I'm not that young a fellow any more. I promise to behave, if Artsy doesn't have any objections to us going alone...

Oh, great. Now it's "LICC 90210".

Ok.. I just got word that Kiehart and Donna are aboard ship, and it now looks like everybody is accounted for. Helm, take us up and set a course for DinseyPlanet.

Artsy smiles, gold edged with amused pale pink, and lets one eye droop in a quick wink. "No, I don't mind. I'm sure you'll be a gentleman. Oh, and thanks for offering to babysit, Ansh--" She winces at a mental pinch from Quito. "All right, yes, you're not a baby. Sorry." Quito cuddles up against her. Artsy looks at Observer again, arching an eyebrow and speaking low. "You sure you don't mind dating a woman who has a child?"

A blueshirt standing at one of the consoles turns around, startled....

Captain, you won't believe this, b-but...there's a man...floating in space, and h-he's playing a piano!

The viewscreen switches. A man with blond hair combed back with a widow's peak, wearing a pastel green nehru jacket and navy slacks, is playing a grand piano that looks like it would be the envy of Liberace!

"So we are going to majin kingdom? I'll see if Superrabbi left any of his prayer skullcaps so I can create mouse ears out of them."
Everyone looks at her in horror
"What, it's not like he would be using them to pray?"

No, not at all, besides, I don't think Quito is a typical child...

(Observer tickles Quito under the chin and the small alien giggles)

Well, I don't think the good Doctor is finished with me yet, how about...day after tomorrow, 1900 hours? By then we should be to DinseyPlanet so no-one will require our presence. And have you decided where you'd like to go?

Blueshirt, I'm sure the gentleman on the piano has his reasons for being out there.
Helm, to DinseyPlanet, warp 6, engage!
Commander, I'll be in my quarters. You have the bridge.
Tacoman to Butrfli, care to join me in our quarters?
Butrfli: I'd love to. It looks like the Doctor can manage without me for a while.
With that, they leave their respective spots and meet in their quarters.
Tacoman: I'm glad we made the holographic versions of ourselves to take care of the kids.
Butrfli: Yeah, it was a good idea...Oh good. Fran's wings seem to be developing well... and so are Logan's...
By the way, there are some interesting developments around here... possibly a new couple.
Tacoman: Who?
Butrfli: Artsy and Observer.
Tacoman starts to speak, closes his mouth and appears to think
Hmm.. they would make an interesting couple...

Suddenly, a soft yellow-white glow fills the air, with glowing music notes of various colors floating around it as stange, yet wonderful, music plays. When the glow stops, the man who was playing the piano in space appears on the bridge...still playing the piano! He stops after several seconds, then stands up and smiles. He claps his hands twice, and the piano disappears in a flash.

Greetings. I was told by some...acquantainces... of yours that you might be able to help me recover something very important, and very precious to me, that was stolen by a group of aliens known only as the Ak'kroch. It is imperative that it be recovered, for if it is not, then it could mean grave consequences for any worlds, and any people, that the Ak'kroch encounter.

My musical superpowers are waaaaaay flashier than yours.

"Yeah! Dinsey Planet. the Escourt center, The Majin Kingdom. Ah, I can't go. A Cheerleader Tournament on this planet invited me to judge. Rah, Rah, Rah."

Kiehart sits impatiently as the Doctor goes over his entire body with a scanner. "Just tell me what I need to do Doc." "Mr. Kiehart, I am very concerned about these bruises on your back." "What bruises? I don't bruise! I've been sucked into the hard vaacum of space and I didn't bruise!" "True, but that trip into space wasn't preceed by almost a day's worth of non-stop itense combat and having a building fall on you. I fear this invulnerability of yours may not be absolute. You seem to be recovering fine, although I would suggest sleeping on your stomach tonight." "I pretty sleep on my stomach anyway Doc. Can I go now." He winces when he tries to stand up. The doctor gives him a small bottle filled half-way with pills. "Basic non-addictive painkillers. Take two a day until your back feels better then come back and see me." "Aye-aye Doc." "I also suggest you avoid the more strenuous rides and attractions on DisneyPlanet, assuming your going down with the rest of the crew." "Hmm. Do they have an all-you-can-eat buffet there?" "Yes, I believe they do sir." "Then I'll go. I'll just replace my wardrobe, and fly down on one of the shuttles."

"That sounds great," Artsy tells Observer. "Why don't we go to that place you mentioned--Beta Riornis II? Multi-dimentional art museum....it sounds fascinating." Quito tugs on her leggings and Artsy picks her up, giving her a big hug. "And while you're resting, I can catch up with Quito. See you in day or so?"

Meanwhile, back on the planet where Rocket Ranger's robots and the other robots were fighting, a strange clicking sound, followed by a loud rumble is heard. Suddenly, a man in a black fedora and jacket runs out of a corridor, a giant boulder hot on his trail. He dodges, but the boulder rolls over the robots, smashing them all to pieces. From a safe place, the man snickers.

Good. I really hate these robot guys!

That would have been planet Earth.

If someone made a robot of Pennsylvania Smith would it be called Pennsylvania Smith 5000?

After a well rested nap, Tacoman and Butrfli play with Fran and Logan and then return to their stations. Tacoman emerges from the bridge turbolift and notices the stranger.
What's Barry Manilow doing here?
A redshirt explains the situation.
Hmm.. Well, Barry, we were thinking about going to DinseyPlanet to relax...maybe we could do your mission when we're done with DinseyPlanet...
But first...tell us more about the Ak'kroch.

Captain, we are approaching the DinseyPlanet and are slowing to impulse.

On the screen, a medium-sized Class M planet soon appears. Amazingly, the planet itself has two flat triangular wedges imbedded deep in the crust, giving it the appearance of having large ears. A tollship intercepts the Spidermobile.

"Thank you for visiting DinseyPlanet! We're sorry, parking orbits A-X are full, please proceed to auxillary orbit 7 around the next sun-ward planet. The parking charge will be 1,500 credits."

The crew, grudgingly, pays, and proceeds to the next planet, settling into a half-full parking orbit.

Well, Captain, should we take our own shuttle back to DinseyPlanet or wait for the warp-tram to come by?

(Holodoc has upgraded Insane's condition to "Free to go" and so Insane leaves sickbay. This is the first time he has walked around much in this body for over a year, and so it still feels a little strange. He returns to his quarters, sits at his desk and begins something he should have done a long time ago.)

Computer, play back ship's log and recordings, stardates... 06303001 through 12073001.

(He has of course selected the duration which he had been away, and hasn't had time to look through yet. He sighs as he watches the events unfold. Why didn't he help out when Artsy was taken away? There were two jedi on the team, he should have joined them. After all, helping and saving others is an important part of being a jedi... and being one of the league. But just when a crisis began, he left the ship. He was supposed to have abilites to see the future, alternative timelines... maybe he would find out what a universe was like where he had helped Observer and Rikard on their task. He suddenly remembers... last time he had this body, he was not a jedi yet. He hadn't trained. Of course, a true jedi, fully trained, would need no restriction of form and matter... but he was not a fully trained jedi, and physical matters were still important. Perhaps he could temporarily hold off his training. And what until then? He was still a capable member of the crew, he had the support and encouragement from his teammates. Maybe he should wait and see if he gets any more visions, or if jedi powers assert themselves in any other way.)

"Crew, this is the captain," comes a message on the intercom. "We have arrived at DinseyPlanet!"

DinseyPlanet! I'll get back to these later!

(He switches off the desktop monitor, and leaves for the bridge.)

The man Rikard had last seen in the alley at Club Ted* replied...

The Guy: I have come to tell you something very important. He'd already made that clear.
You are not a Jedi.
Rikard: I'm not? But, I've got a lightsaber, I have every ability that they learn. If I'm not a Jedi, what the heck am I? And why did you tell me I'm one in the first place?
The Guy: Well, at the time there were many Sith in the galaxy and we thought that if we told you that you were a Jedi, someone besides the LICC would be able to fight them. We were hoping you would eventually leave the LICC to battle them. When that never happened, we decided to tell you of your true nature.
Rikard: My true nature? And what is that?
The Guy: You are a Knight.
Rikard: A knight? What kind of knight? Jedi Knight? Knight of the Round table? A Knight of Silvercliff?
The Guy: No, you are just a Knight. A warrior and protector of the peace. Listen your powers are basically the same. There are some differences but not many. With you there is no Dark Side or Light Side, just you. The power and Force you have been feeling? Similar to the but it is inside you. Unlike your companions, you have not been using the Force. That is all you will know for now.
Rikard:Wait-!

Rikard's eyes opened. He was in Sickbay. He sits up, a little painfully, and looks around.

(Expletive)! That's it? That's his great revelation? What a guy. (Another vulgar word.)

He notices the EMH looking over at him.
Hey Doc, what's up?

*LICC XVIII

Nit! Observer opened all his mind to the Force during the Artsy-trial storyline! If it isn't the Force, how could he have been so powerful?

Do you mean that Observer opened Rikard's mind to the Force? If so, you are correct......

On DisneyPlanet, the two TerrSec scientists with their latest plauge await.

Scientist 1: It will be fun to wathc won't it? The LICC will turn into whiney children, who can only feel better about themselves by maliciously denegrating others!

Scientist 2: So, how will the virus make them shrink?

Sci1: What?

Sci2: Well you said it would turn them into children!

Sci1: Not literally potzer!

Sci2: Potzer? You're calling me Potzer now? You have got to stop watching Searching For Bobby Fischer.

Sci1: Bite me. Let's just get this virus introduced. Grab that tray of 'complimentary drinks for the LICC.' Good thing they never saw us when we gave them the Ebonic Plauge.

Sci2: Please don't bring that up.

Don't worry, it'll be explained. (Somehow)

A mischevious pan-dimensional imp secretly adds a magical element to the virus that will physically turn whoever is exposed to it into children.

The man looks at Tacoman, clearly not amused.

My name is not Barry. Allow me to properly introduce myself. There is a brief flash of light, and suddenly the man is dressed in a top hat, coat and tails, and holding a cane, with a pink carnation in his boutoniere. I....am the Celestial Musician. Perhaps you have heard of me. Perhaps you have not. However, that is unimportant. What is important is that the Ak'kroch stole an item of great power that could be used to disrupt all existance: The sheet music to "The Cosmic Symphony"! If it is played by anyone who does not know what they are doing, it could wreak havoc throughout this entire dimensional plane...the whole universe as we know it could be altered beyond repair...or even destroyed!

He pauses

The Ak'kroch may have the sheet music onboard their star carrier, which was last seen in the Jymorann system three days ago. You must find it and retrieve it before the Ak'kroch attempt to play the piece!

Ooooooh! DinseyPlanet! That is soooo kawaii!

(Looks around embarressed & quickly removes her Mackey Moose horns hat)

I... I mean, I've heard a lot about this planet and it's supposed to be fun.

Shouldn't there have been some kind of thing where new members are introduced to the rest of the ship?

Just walking up to people and saying, "Hi, I'm Evil." usually causes people to leap to the wrong conclusion. And wouldn't people wonder about an unfamiliar person walking around the ship?

(A convenient blueshirt says something to her)

What do you mean, "It happens all the time"?

Sheet music that can kill?! Turning the crew into kids?!

What's next?! Stephen Ratliff's Marissa shows up?!

Who wants to hear me sing songs from all the Dinsey Cartoons?

I do, I do, my love.

That's it. I'm outta here.

Marge, I'll be at Moe's.

Paging Mr. Howard, Mr. Fine, Mr. Howard!

Tacoman regards the Celestial Musician with interest.
You have yourself a mission...after my crew takes in DinseyPlanet.
You see, we just finished a large battle against the Frank Collective, and this is our reward.
You can join us if you like.
Commander, I think we can take a shuttle over to the Planet...
With that, the turbolift doors open, and Butrfli emerges. Fran and Logan are in hover-strollers, and Butrfli carries a holo-camera and some sunscreen. She is dressed in casual clothing.
Well, I have everything we need...
Tacoman: Good. Well Ladies and Gentlemen, let's go, and everybody remember where we parked!
Upon saying this, Tacoman's uniform fades and is replaced by casual clothing... in his case, it's a bright Hawaiian shirt, a comfortable pair of jeans, sneakers, and sunglasses.
What? This was popular clothing in the late 20th century...and remember, that's where I came from...

Mwahahaha! Just as soon as I find a cosmic piano and cosmic orchestra, I'll play this sheet music I found to the "Cosmic Symphony"! Then the universe shall be MINE!

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

The Gods of Decorum smartly remove the magical element from the virus that Plot Even More Complictioner added. The physical effect is gone, so now the LICC will only ACT like children instead of turning them. Another Ratliff Incident is avoided.

K-NIT Viewers: THANK GOD!

LICC will only ACT like children instead of turning them

Then how will we be able to tell the difference?

Given the 90210 plot lines that have been forming, maybe it's already happened?

Get on with it.

Captain, we are the League of Intergalactic Cosmic Champions. If not all of us, then some of us should try to retrieve the sheet music. We can't just all go on vacation while someone damages the entire universe!

MWAHAHAHAHA!

The LICC is on vacation! Now I can search for the Cosmic Piano at my leisure!

FOOLS! I'll show them! I'LL SHOW THEM ALL!!!!

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

You're right, Pete. I suppose we should get a volunter or two to locate the music.
Any volunters?

Lt.JG Lopez and five Banshee sqaudron pilots steps forward. He salutes. "Sir, the six Banshees we were able to save are up and running, sir! We would like to volunteer, sir!"

Kiehart enters the bridge a second later, and sees the pilots. Lopez explains. "Ah, I see. What about the other five Banshee pilots?" Lopez turns to face him. "Training in Yellow Squads simulator sir. They were a little shaky using the Yellow fighters during the retrieval mission for the Banshees." Kiehart nods. He turns to Rikard. "Hey Josh, why not send Yellow Squad out with them, for a little back up?"

As you may know we are somewhat specialized in music. And we hate it to be mistaken for Dinsey merchandise!

Very good gentlemen and Furbies. Anybody else? Adon? Insane? Frangelica?

Where did my Generic Evil Henchmen go?

The Generic Little Boys Room

Artsy has been teaching Quito to brush and braid her hair on the way to Disneyplanet. The ship arrives earlier than she expected, not yet 1900 hours 'the day after tomorrow,' so Artsy goes looking for Ansh to see if she wants to take a short trip to the planet's surface in the meantime....

Meanwhile DinseySecurity has arrested the two TerrSecc scientists for not having a license to dispense drinks on DinseyPlanet, as well as interfering with the chance for authorized concession stands to make money by selling DinseyDrinks.

They are thrown into the DinseyJail along with some kids who were trying to give away a box of free kittens and some people trying to give away religious literature.

The tainted drinks are confiscated and taken to the DinseyLab for analysis.

We're not just another Mickey Mouse operation.

Scene: A tight shot of a computer screen. It's the GalacticGoogle™ search page. The search is for "Cosmic Piano".

The camera zooms back, and begins to pan, and we see the man sitting at the computer. His face looks remarkably like that of Dr. Chaotica from Voyager, with the goatee, Fu-Manchu mustache, and slicked back widow's peak hairstyle. As we soom back further, we see he is wearing an all-white outfit, except for his tunic, which has a barcode, and the phrase "EVIL VILLAIN" written on it. He is a "Generic Evil Villain", after all.

MWAHAHAHAHA! Soon I shall find the Cosmic Piano, and I'll show them all!

The REAL TerrSec scientists laugh as the two DisneyPlanet employees they slipped their old TerrSec IDs onto are dragged away by Security. They continue carrying their drinks to the pad where the LICC is to be landing. The excitement builds. Many people have left their lines and hotel rooms to see the LICC land. They have quite a few fans here.

Is LICC-Land part of DinseyPlanet? If it is, then DinseyPlanet is in trouble, because I've never reviewed any licensing terms with them, and it's wholly unauthorized.

A man in a police uniform appears near Generic Evil Villain, holding a .44 Magnum aimed right at the badguy.

Hello. I'm Generic Disgruntled Cop Who Takes The Law Into His Own Hands. Now go quietly before I pain the wall with your brain!

The group that is going down to DinseyPlanet and the group going after the music enter their respective shuttles and part ways. The trip to DinseyPlanet is uneventful, and the shuttle soon lands in its designated spot. Tacoman speaks.
Remember, people, this is a vacation and reward for all our hard work, so have a good time. If we get separated, we have homing beacons, and there will probably be plenty of maps avaliable.
Tacoman looks out a window
Wow.. look at all the people waiting for us out there...

Artsy and Quito come into Enginering
Hi Artsy! You look cute with your hair braided, Quito. I'd like to come down to DinseyPlanet.

Kiehart smiles. "Our adoring public awaits mon capitan. Care to give them a speech? I don't think they'll let us in so we can stand in line for an hour and 45 minutes just to go to the bathroom." He chuckles. "And the prices! Oy! 1 hot dog, 1 bag of popcorn, one small Coke, $4568."

The vacationing crew members step off the shuttle. A pair of giddy looking men dressed in the standard DisneyPlanet uniform brings a plate of drinks to the crew, one glass of lemonade for each visitor. Kiehart and Butrfli swig theirs down before the other crew members can grab their glasses.

It's DinseyPlanet, not DisneyPlanet.

Oops! That's a typo!

Adjusts the sign.

That's better!

The sign now reads: 1 hot dog, 1 bag of popcorn, one small Coke, $4768.

(Meanwhile, Peter Dionysus Insane has taken his own small ship and is flying toward the Jymorann system to find the Ak'kroth)

All wings, report in! We'll be there in a couple hours.

I'm going over to Todayland! Seeya!

Milkshake activates his jumpjets and is soon out of sight.

Wow, what prices!
Oh... thank you..
Tacoman takes a drink from the tray and drinks
Now for the speech...
Ladies, Gentlemen, and others, on behath of the LICC, I thank you for this warm reception. For you autograph seekers, not all of us are here right now. A few LICC members have to save the universe...again.
Now, let's go have...
With that, Tacoman's eyes cross briefly and sways a little. The crowd looks expectant on what will happen next
Hey, what are you idiots looking at? Hey Kiehart, look at the freak in the front row, with that flower hat! Maybe one of these giant bees'll sting her!
With that, Tacoman's eyes cross again and Tacoman looks into the shocked faces of the assembled crowd
I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me...To make it up, though, I'll be the first to sign autographs.

Closely behind Insane's ship follows the Furby Fighter, piloted by the Furbys and with a few singing Pokemons in the passenger compartment.

"I wonder if Spacehoven's Cosmic Symphony contains a choir..."

Cid is sitting in his chair, A man appears "Commander Cid! This is Senator Marley. I insist you take the Spidership back to Earth. The Committie on Superhero Affairs wishes to investigate the crew on the Spidership's death toll, cost overruns, destruction of the Spidership 2, the three last invasions, and why should we continue funding it?" Cid realizes that a congressional oversight committe is the most deadly foe the LICC has ever faced. "Umm, we are having static SHHHHHSHSSHSHSHSHHSHSSHHSHS. Um call you latterSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHSSHHSHSSHSH. Out." Cid curses, realizing the Final Judgement is at hand.

Kiehart looks at the hat and laughs. "Girl looks like she robbed a botnaical garden. Hey lady, Carmen miranda called! She wants her hat back!"

Just then two little kids run by spilling the remaining free drinks all over the two TerrSec scientists & into the scientists' mouths.

(Sailor Evil, who left her dagger on the ship, because of DinseyPlanet's no weapons policy, rushes past the other heroes)
Oh, look!!! It's Mackey Moose & Spendabuck! Wheeeee!!!

(Embarressedly she glances back at the others)

*gulp* I mean, 'Hey, those costumes those employees are wearing look almost as good as the characters in the films.'

(To herself she thinks) Nice going. Embarress yourself in front of the others. That'll make them want to depend on you in a crisis.

(She's just about to say something cool & collected when out of the corner of her eye she sees)

Oh, Wow! Tickets are still available for the filming of the latest Mackey Moose Cartoon! *

(She runs off to stand in the ticket line.)

* They use really, really fast artists ;-)

(Sitting on top of Insane's ship)

It's a shame there was no room inside the ship for me.

Coming soon to Saturday Mornings the latest attempt to cash in on a successful franchise the League of Intergalactic Child Champions: The Adventures of LICC When They Were Kids.

Yes, the sort of adventures LICC would have had if they had all gotten together as children and had superpowers & costumes then.

Tacotot, Baby Butrfli, Commander Milkbottle, Li'l Artsy-Fartsy, Sailor Chibi Evil, Junior Jadlad, Adon the Toddler, The Amazing Quantum Lad & many more.

(Promos for the show shows clips of the Little LICC fighting bad guys at a carnival, throwing diapers at bad guys, Kid Kiehart getting his mouth washed out with soap by the holonanny...)

It all begins this Saturday morning!

Assuming you have Saturdays on your planet.

(taps foot, rolls eyes and puts hands on hips)

Oh, grow up, Taco.

(takes a drink from the tray and drinks. Suddenly a change comes over her, she is now grinning inanely)

Oh why are we just standing around and stuff I'm going to skating land! (runs a few steps, then remembers something) Catch you on the flip side! Not!

(runs off)

(croaky voice) I am here, sir! What do you require me for?

Ah, there you are! Have you found any galact-Bay advertisements for Cosmic Pianos, yet? And is my Generic Evil Villain cape back from the cleaners?

No advertisements yet... well, one Cosmic Harpsicord and one Cosmic Xylophone, but no pianos. And your Generic Evil Cape is here. (hands it to him)

...and there you go...
Well, that's the last autograph for now. I'm going to have some fun...
After consulting a map, Tacoman decides to head for FantasticLand. Butrfli has other ideas.
Butrfli: I'm going to check out Sandy Sandtiger's playland. The kids should like that.
Tacoman: Ok. see you later.
With that, they part ways. On his way to FantasticLand, Tacoman runs into Milkshake...literally. Tacoman is about to greet his first officer when his eyes cross and get a strange glaze in them.
Hey, Blue Boy! Watch it!

Problem, Taco?

Dear DinseyPlanet.

It has come to our attention that you have an area named "LICCLand". However, since K-NIT TV-47 holds the trademark, copyright, patent, and anything else we can think of on the LICC, you owe us about... ONE HUNDRED BILLION TRILLION DOLLARS! (pinky to mouth)

Sincerely,

The Evil K-NIT TV-47 Executive

reads lawsuit notice

Huh!

flips intercom switch

BZZZ!

"Yes sir?"

Stan, how much of our budget surplus is a hundred billion trillion dollars?

".1%, sir."

Pay these guys off.

"Yes, sir."

flips switch off

Well, golf clubs are not gonna swing themselves...

Dear K-NIT Execs,

What are you, retarded? We set up an area for the shuttles belonging to the LICC to land, hence the phrase, "When the LICC lands." Are you guys really that ••••••? As per article 900 of the Earth Constitution you owe us 999 Trillion credits for being dumb.

Sincerely,
DisneyPlanet.

Kiehart walks up behind Tacoman and Milkshake, who BTW is holding an unsipped drink in his hand. "Hey, get a room you slop artists!"

Tacoman turns to Kiehart
At least I don't have guns for brains!
Tacoman pushes Kiehart, and the drink Kiehart is holding goes flying. Most of the contents of the drink somehow end up in Milkshake's mouth.

Rubs his hands together.

Excellent.

Takes the cape and puts it on and swirls it.

Let us buy the Cosmic Harpsichord, so that we can practice our plot to conquer the UNIVERSE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Milkshake is pleasently surprised at the taste of Kiehart's lemonade and decides to take a sip of his own drink.

Meanwhile the other crew members begin to feel the urge to just start putting people down.

In the play area, Butrfli, who has already drunk the lemonade, has an odd look on her face. She calls out to various parents.
Hey lady, is that your kid, or did you dress up a pumpkin?
Are you sure you're dipering the right end?
Sir, you do realize that there are no pets allowed in here, right?
Hey kid... what did you do, fall off the ugly swing?

Meanwhile, in another part of the park, a group of tabloid reporters are talking to a crowd of visitors and park employees. One can overhear the words "LICC," "here," and "Tacomania" as they speak. Soon, the reporters and crowd part, with the reporters heading to where the LICC was last rumored to be.

But is the soup fresh?

Boy, THAT was contrived.

However, just then, Milkshake disappears, to be replaced by a holographic version of Tacoman. Then of Adon. With a start, the heroes realize they are standing outside the LICC Plaza, dedicated to the heroes.

You see, after DiNSey paid off K-NIT, somehow a troublemaker in a lesser-known, similarly-named company fired off an obnoxious letter to K-NIT, causing K-NIT to file a libel lawsuit against DiNSey for 8 billion skillion dollars. To prevent any more strife DiNSey simply acquired K-NIT in a hostile takeover, and fired all the management, except, curiously, the Evil Executive.

And the LICC Plaza was built right before Tacoman and Kiehart got there, by DiNSey, anxious to exploit their new licensees...

Artsy and Ansh are taking in the sights and trying to keep track of a very bouncy Quito, who is having trouble holding mental echos of her excitment in check.

As they pass a fancy attraction labeled Sleeping Ugly, Artsy frowns up at it. "Not much in the way of art around here," she murmurs. Her mind drifts to the possibilities of a multi-dimensional art show....

The the sound of arguing reaches her ears, and the girls turn to Sandy Sandtiger's playground and the startling sight of Butrfli trading insults with a red-haired mother of triplets....

(The LICC Auxiliary Craft enter the Jymorann system. PD Insane swivels to the right and pushes in a button. A hatch opens on the console and a binoculars-style viewing device emerges. He looks in, and sees the Ak'kroch Star Carrier some distance away.

He then opens a channel to the other ships)

All craft, this is Lieutenant Insane. The star carrier has been spotted at coordinates 054 mark 219 mark 306.

(The Auxiliary Craft give pursuit)

(to himself) I should give myself a code name... like Red Leader or Wing Commander or something along those lines.

(Enesku arrives at Skating World. It is an outdoor facility, but large turbine-like machines cool the air, and keep the large lake frozen. Enesku has had to prepare herself for such weather, and so she wears a furry coat.

She puts on her skates and slides out onto the lake, skimming around and excersising many tricks.)

Hey! Look at me! (she calls to no-one in particular. In fact, she doesn't even notice a sign bearing the famous words "Danger: Thin Ice!" even though the wrods flash in red and yellow [which is strange, because the sign is made of wood and no technology is visible] Enesku hears a creak below her, but pays no attention. The ice has broken, and before she knows it she is in the classic pose - one foot on either side of a long crack in the ice, spread across it. The ice breaks up, and she falls into the freezing water below.)

(The Generic Evil Henchman picks up a futuristic looking phone... that is to say, a subspace phone, and dials a number. It is a touch-tone, and makes sounds like those from The Original Series of Star Trek.)

Hello. This is a Generic Evil Henchman working for a Generic Evil Villain. We hear you have a cosmic harpsicord?

(garbled sound)

We'll be right there to pick it up in shuttle. How does two-thirty pm sound? Oh, Beta Quadrant Standard Time, of course. Bye.

(Both he and the Generic Evil Villain make "yes!" gestures)

Rikard walks around the amusement park, his drink in hand, though he has not tasted it yet. Trying to decide what to do, he notices Enesku skating at Skating World. He watches as she falls through the ice.

Oh c***. Just what I need right now. Where in the world are the employees that are supposed to watch this?

He takes a gulp of his drink and jumps the fence, heading toward the ice. He peers into the hole she has made and sees her. Someone grabs his shoulder and pulls him away from the ice. It's a D-Planet employee.

Employee: Sir, I'm sorry, but you'll need to back up. We have the situation under control.
Rikard: Sorry mister... Rikard punches the employee hard into the face, knocking the poor moose-horn wearing man out.
Rikard: but Daddy said I can't talk to strangers.

Rikard shakes his head, trying to clear it.

Rikard: That was weird. Now, why am I here?

Enesku surfaces, gasping for air.

Rikard: Oh yeah.

Rikard gets down and pulls her out of the icy water.

Rikard: We better get you somewhere a little warmer.

He looks up to see several employees approaching, some not looking too happy about their unconcious co-worker. Rikard waves.

Rikard: Hey there.

(Enesku grabs Rikard and gives him a large kiss which lasts several seconds.)

...and another thing, are you related to the Weasleys from the Harry Potter books? You look poor enough!
Butrfli notices Artsy approaching
Oh look... everybody's favorite artist.... but she can't tell the difference between a Picasso and a paint by numbers set!
Hey, I thought YOU had a date! What did he do, chicken out?
Meanwhile, unknown to those in the play area, a tabloid reporter and photographer are hiding behind a nearby bush taking down notes and pictures. In another part of the playground, a large red button sits on a panel. Below it reads "Press here for the next board." A kid runs by and presses it.

What...did...you...say?!?!?!?!?!?!

Ansh hurls herself at Butrfli
Nobody...insults...Artsy...in...front..of...me!!!!!!!

Aw, why don't you two cool off?
With that, Butrfli, who happens to have a tainted lemonade with her, tosses it at Artsy and Ansh. Both ladies get a mouth full of drink.

Artsy, already shocked into a deep angry orange by the insults, sputters and wipes the sticky drink out of her eyes. "Butrfli--!"

The woman just laughs. Suddenly Artsy's color deepens to a harsh shade of red and she slaps Butrfli. The handprint remains there, silver and shining against her cheek. Artsy crosses her arms, satisfied. "Whatever you say to me bounces off and sticks to you," she recites, then grins as her color fades back towards yellow. "Come on Quito! Race you to the slides!"

Hey wait for me!

(Meanwhile, in sickbay..)

Holodoc: "Ah, thank you for remembering your follow-up examination, Observer."

No problem.

(several minutes later..)

"No residual blood vessel damage, no change in that slight deformation of the cerebral cortex, it looks like it's harmless. By the way, hope your date goes well, are you heading right over to Artsy's after this?"

What?!

"It's currently 1835."

Oh no, how did I lose track of time, I've got to get ready! Is the examination done?

"Yes, but maybe I should give you another cerebral scan. If you're losing track of time..."

It happens to everyone. Rarely to me, considering my occupation, but...thanks Doc!

(Observer jumps off the bio-bed and races out the door. Holodoc chuckles and shakes his head.)

"I hope Artsy remembered..."

Kiehart smiles at Butrfli, Ansh, and Artsy. "Hey, hey catfight!" He takes a swig of his drink then tosses the now empty glass aside. "I'm gonna enjoy watching these dreatrds go at it!"

Tacoman looks at Kiehart with a look of anger and suprise
What did you call my girlfriend?
Kiehart repeats his last line, causing Tacoman to look even more angry
Alright, that's it Mr. Gun Happy! No more nice Captain!
With that, Tacoman punches Kiehart in the stomach. Meanwhile, in the playground, Butrfli stomps up to Artsy and begins to chant. Seconds later, to Artsy, it seems that a giant hand slaps her entire body.
Butrfli: You want a fight? You've got one, •••••!

That's it!!! You can't hit Artsy when I'm around and get away with it!!!!

She activates her lightsaber and stands between Butrfli and Artsy, facing Butrfli

Kiehart slugs tacoman square in the jaw knocking him back. "Go swig another beer Taco Bell."

Artsy flinches under the pain, fading from orange to grey and back again. Quito is sending out alarm signals, throughly confused. For a moment, the physical sensation itself jars Artsy back to normalcy. "What in the name of...?"

She sees Ansh's lightsaber blade rise between her and Butrfli, but before she can either get Ansh's attention or leap into the fray herself, the little telepath gets fed up with whatever is going on and sends out a blast of psionic energy, equivalent to shouting STOP! in a language everyone within several miles can hear....

Rikard's eyes widen as the wet and shivering Enesku kisses him. After several seconds he hears a very loud, and mental, STOP!. He pushes Enesku away, wondering who just sent the telepathic message. Then a look of disgust crosses his face.

Eeewww! I just got kissed by a girl! Gross! Nasty! I'm diseased for life!

His disgust turns to confusion.

Rikard: What in the DinseyPlanet is going on? We just can't get a break, not even on vacation. S****d ratings. At least February sweeps aren't for a few days. Thank the great spirit. Well, Enesku, we've got to warm you up, let's go.

With that, Rikard picks up the young LICC member and takes her to the recently arrived DEV (Dinsey Emergency Vehicle.) A emergency medical employee approaches with some equipment.

EME: She should be fine. We'll take her to the hospital to run a few tests but she should be released by the end of the day.

Rikard nods.

Good, when she's ready to be released, just call Captain Tacoman or the Spidermobile. We'll pick her up, if she doesn't find some way to steal a shuttle and fly there herself. I have to go find the rest of my crewmates.

After Enesku is loaded into the DEV, Rikard goes to find the rest of the LICC. He finds them at one of the playgrounds.

(After filming of the cartoon, one of the Ushers had stopped her and began talking to her, no doubt because of her sailor fuku)

Usher: You know, if you're interested I can introduce you to the voice of Mackey Moose.

Oh, really!?! That'd be so kawai! (She starts bouncing up & down)

Usher: Uh, yeah. Maybe afterwards we can go somewhere and... do something...

Wheeeeeee!

(They go backstage & the usher stops in front of empty space and says)

Usher: Eve, this is the voice of Mackey Moose.

(Evil looks at the usher as if he's gone crazy when suddenly out of the air comes)

Voice: Hello. Pleased to meet you.

Boy, when you said I'd meet the Voice of Mackey Moose, you weren't kidding.

Reporter: Sir, there's a report that LICC is acting like a bunch of children at DinseyPlanet!

News Director: *snort* Celebrities are always acting like children, that's not news. Now if LICC turned into children THAT would be news!

Reporter: I'll contact the lab & have them start working on a de-aging ray.

News Director: Good boy! With that kind of initiative, you'll go far in the news business!

(The Juiceman noticing the strange behaviour takes a swig of the tainted drink, which he is invulnerable against)

Hey! This has a genetically engineered virus in it!

(He sees the two TerrSecc scientists acting like a pair of kids themselves and, while he couldn't bring his squirt guns, did bring a squirting flower, filled with the juice of a ton of bricks. He squirts the squabbling TerrSecc scientists and they drop to the ground as if hit by... well, you know, a ton of bricks. He then squirts a truth serum into their mouths and asks)

Alright you two! Who are you? Why did you slip a mickey into the drinks? And do you have an antidote?

The mental command Stop hits Tacoman, and he shakes his head, his eyes uncross, and he looks like he's coming out of a trance. He looks over at Kiehart, who's about to pull another punch and says
Kiehart! Stop! We are the LICC, inspiration and rolemodles to the universe! Look around! This place is full of kids! I would hate to know what they're thinking about us right now.
Butrfli receives the same command, only stronger, since she's closer. She acts much in the same way Tacoman did and looks over at Artsy and Ansh. She also notices the shocked crowd of parents and kids watching them.
Artsy? When did you get here? We've been fighting, havn't we? What's going on around here? Last thing I really remember is taking a drink from the reception committee.

Kiehart hears the Stop as well, but doesn't right away. Not becuase the drink is still affecting him but because the pent up anger he'd been hiding about the destruction of his magical sword was brought out by the virus and multiplied by ten. He starts punching walls and knocking over concessions stands. Tacoman runs to stop him but Butrfli puts a hand on his shoulder. "Just let him get it out of hissytem. Shouldn't take too long."

-

The lead TerrSec scientists hits a button hidden in his shoe and he and his friend disappear before the interogation can continue.

Um, sir, could you take your anger more out on the wall than the concession stands? Those things attract a lot of business after all and we'd be very appreciative if you didn't mess with them. I know the prices are something like three times higher than average, but still...

"That was strange." Artsy blinks at Butrfli in the sudden silence, which is broken only by shocked murmurs and Fran and Logan crying. Quito tugs at her tunic, asking to be picked up. "Fighting? Oh, Butrfli, I'm sorry...." The artist reaches out and erases the silver slap mark. "I don't know what came over me."

She bends down and swings Quito into her arms. Suddenly she frowns. "Anybody have the time?"