Ace: [patting out an electrical fire on the control panel of Ace Rimmer's bike] I dinna think the engines canna take anymore Cap’n.
CJ: Nevermind that. You’ve brought us to the wrong reality. Look! [Cowgirl Jack points to a battle between a giant robot and giant fire-breathing lizard]
Ace: Oops. Maybe we didn’t allow enough time for the engines to cool down first. It must have sent us to a side-ways dimension.
RM552: There’s certainly no sign of She-Chant’s lair here.
Wed: [running up to the others] Guys! Am I glad to see you!
Vegi-La: Hey Wednesday. How’d you end up in this other dimension too?
Wed: Huh?
RM552: [slapping Vegi-La across the back of the head] Fool. This is the real world after all. Obviously the giant robot and lizard are more of Chant’s plagues.
Wed: Godzilla is. The ‘robot’ is Tractor-Trailer Bob’s Tractor-bot.
JLR: Whoa!
Wed: We’ve already brought down King Kong, Mothra and Bambi…
CJ: Bambi!?! Oh, how could you?
Wed: Not now Ceej. We’re gonna need some help against Godzilla.
CJ: We?
The IRG come out of hiding.
RM552: The IRG.
MM: The JLR.
She-Chant: Cowgirl Jack.
Cowgirl Jack: She-Chant.
Ace: The Amazing Harry.
The Amazing Harry: Ace.
Fantastic Faux: Who?
Bundy Bear: Huh?
Wed: Can we do this later!
Vegi-La: Jeez, you’re getting as angry as Midnight these days.
With an order for the Chantanians, Dakota, Wednesday and Superfly Sr. hang back [
Wed: Well we don’t want to heal Godzilla by mistake now do we], the Justice League Reality, Injustice Reality Gang and Fantastic Faux race forward to assist Tractor-Trailer Bob.
Two lots of playing cards, envelopes, baterangs, boot missiles, vegi-balls, information overload attacks, green flame, psionic spider webbing, atomic energy blasts, two types of mystical energy and invisible force bubbles repeatedly strike Godzilla.
This is followed up with punches from Polar Bears, Gamma-powered Paper Golems, fake Kryptonians, fake Amazons, fake Atlantians, fake Mutants and fake Doesntreallyexistian royalty.
Mr Spectacular wraps himself around the giant lizard’s legs, as Tractor-Trailer Bob’s Tractor-bot king-hits Godzilla, sending him crashing into an abandoned building. He does not get up.
Everyone: We did it!
As everyone regroups around the two bikes, the hear…
Rrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
A singed and smouldering King Kong raises from the ground. He lets out an enormous bellow of rage as he beats his chest with his fists.
Everyone: Everyone focuses their powers on King Kong. Once more the mighty beast falls.
Everyone: Phew.
A bit later…
Wed: So you guys didn’t have any luck finding Chant either, huh?
CJ: Nope. But as you can see we haven’t been idle.
Wed: So now we go pick up Brit and Di?
Ace: Inspecting the engines of Ace Rimmer’s bike] I don’t think we’re going anywhere anymore, man.
RM552: If we could only get to my workshop, I could probably repair it.
Mr. Spectacular: If we could get to
my workshop, I could probably improve it.
RM552: Wed: Let me try something. [making sure Ace is ready to override the security system, Wednesday places a hand on Ace Rimmer’s bike. It is instantly repaired]
Ace: Wow, that’s great. A useful power, finally.
Wed: Hey you!
Ace: But will you be able to do a repeat performance? ‘Cause our main problem still stands [he indicates the 10,003 Chantanians, 13 Faux heroes and Dakota]
MM: Perhaps we could be of assistance.
JLR: Huh!?!
MM: Well the IRG sort of…
mumble Wednesday for…
mumbling us against those monsters.
Wed: What was that?
MM: We sort of…
owe Wednesday for…
assisting us against those monsters.
Wed: Pardon?
MM: OK. We owe Wednesday for saving our bacon!
But just so you know, we’re mainly helping to stop Chant’s universal domination scheme because it conflicts with our own.
Wed: Sure.
It’s ‘cause you owe me.
MM: Is not.
Wed: Whatever.
MM: Grrrrrrrrr.
CJ: Now Wednesday, we had better not antagonise the help. So how can you help us Mr. Misinformation?
MM: Well we have a tractor…
Vegi-La: Are you sure?
With crunching gears and bellowing smoke from the exhaust, Tractor-Trailer Bob attempts to transform his Tractor-bot back into the tractor. However the process comes to a grinding halt part way through.
TTB: Looks like the old girl copped a bit of damage from Godzilla.
SFs: Allow me.
Superfly Sr. puts a hand on the Tractor-bot, making it better than brand new. The Tractor-bot transform smoothly into a tractor once more.
TTB: Now all we have to do is jerry-rig some cables between the two bikes and my tractor to share the power load.
RM552: Excellent idea. Let’s get started.
Mr. Spectacular: You’ll obviously need my assistance.
Super Dude: Hey, you’re not touching my Super cycle, without me.
MM: While they’re working on that, if I could have some assistance clearing an opening to our… former headquarters, I can probably rustle up some Amazonian Librarians.
Several members of the Fantastic Faux and one thousand Chantanian soldiers volunteer for the job.
Vegi-La: Looks like we’re going to be stuck here a while. I might as well give ‘em a hand, or three.
CJ: One moment Wednesday. Could you answer a question please?
Wed: Sure CJ. What is it?
CJ: Would you care to explain how the IRG became so powerful all of a sudden?
Wed: 
CJ: [slapping Wednesday across the back of the head] Good one.
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King Chantawanta: Rosebud!
She-Chant: Dad!?!
What are you doing here?
King Chantawanta: [putting his daughter in a bear hug] Why do you never call your old man?
She-Chant: Because you're medieval and don't have a phone. Dad... can you let go now, you're embarrising me in front of my teammates...
BB, TAH & SFs: 
