Narrator: At the Estate of Justice, the Justice League of Reality walk out of the garden shed...

CJ: Napolean! Buttercup! Esmeralda! We're home! We won the superhero contest! *

Larry, the ex-con parolee gardiner of the JLR walks up to the team.

Larry: The overs ain't 'ere Ms. Jack. They left this 'ere note on the fridge.

Cowgirl Jack takes the note from Larry.

CJ: Thanks Larry. It's from Esmeralda... um can anyone read chicken? I'm only good with equine...

DBP: Let me try...

As Di Bat Pho attempts to read Esmeralda's scratchy writing...

Brit: So Larry, what has been happening while we were gone?

Larry: The most peculiar goings-on Mr. Britannica, thunder and lighting coming from the attic...

RM552: That would have been Zues.

Larry: creeking and moaning coming from the garden...

Ace: That would have been... Heck! Who would that have been? [eh?]

Larry: [who, me?] ... Oh yes and Chantania and Doesntreallyexistia are at war.

JLR: War! [whaaaa!]

Brit: No wonder I couldn't contact King Regiestered Member 552.5 the other day.

RM552: This must all be Chantania's fault!

*snip*

Midnight: We don't know that for certain.

*snip* *snip*

RM552: Come on! King 552.5 is kind and just and nice and stuff!

*snip* *snip* *snip*

Vegi-La: Well we had better go and...

*snip* *snip* *snip* *snip*

Vegi-La: ... excuse me one moment. Larry? What are you doing?

Larry: [holding a pair of garden shears] Begging your pardon, Mr. Machine. You needed a bit of pruning.

Vegi-La: That's very kind of you... but don't. Where was I? Oh yes... and investigate.

CJ: But what about our animal side-kicks?

DBP: Esmeralda says he and the others did not want to disturb you during the convention and have gone to Doesntreallyexistia to investigate.

CJ: I hope they're OK...

Vegi-La: OK everyone. To the broom closet!

As the others race off to the broom closet, Vegi-La hands Larry a bag containing the reward money the JLR received from the convention.

Vegi-La: Oh, would you mind putting this in the safe Larry?

Larry: No trouble, Mr. Machine. No trouble at all...


* - See JLR: The Convention Adventure