Pompus: ... and Teasa. Goddess of the fwendship zone.
Teasa: Hey boys.
the male gods and MS2: 
[lots of wolf-whistles]
MS2: That's your sister?
Can I get her phone number?
DLD: Back off buddy...
She's mi...
MS2: Um, DLD. She's your sister.
DLD: 
I know.
Pompus: It is now wiv the gwatest of pleasure, that I now call upon the High Pawents to gwace us wiv their pwessence, to adwess their childwen and once more take their wightful place at the head of the...
Refundus: [heckling from the back] Oh for Zues' sake, get on with it...
Pompus: Oh yes. The High Mother - Cosmopolitina - goddess of welationship pop-quizzes, and the High Father - Zues - god of...
The rest of Pompus' sentence is drowned out by the large cheer from the gods of the Partyon, as Zues and his wife Cosmopolitina walk into the Grand Parlour.
gods of the Partyon: Hoorah!
Zues: [gesturing for a bit of quite] As the mortals doth say. Heya kiddos. How's it hanging?
gods of the Partyon (except Refundus): Refundus: 
Zues: As you all know, I have walked the land of mortals for some months now.
Cosmopolitina: [under her breath] None of mine quizzes predicted that one coming...
...
Zues: It's not a bad place you know. Lots of entertainment, music, art, superhero battles. But the land of mortals tis in grave peril.
the gods of the Partyon: oooh
Zues: Some being calling himself The Chanterator, hath pilfered the power of a being superior and mightier than us. The power belonging to The Narrator.
the gods of the Partyon: 
Zues: The gods of Olympus, save for Hercules, are no more. Even now, the only thing holding this The Chanterator, at bay, are the mortals known as the Justice League Reality. Heroes known to thy brother Cleanforus.
DLD: [whispering to Midnight Spectre 2.0] That means the rest of JLR are already battling Chant.
MS2: We have to get to them now.
Zues: If the JLR fail, there is nothing to stop The Chanterator from destroying us or going after the power of
Gob, himself.
the gods of the Partyon: Zues: For the first time in our... short... history, we must put aside our laid-back ways and aid in this battle. Who shalt go to the mortal world?
Cleanforus... I mean DLD: Well I'm going!
Bounca: I shalt aid the mortal, Midnight Spectre too.
MS2: Um, thanks. But it's 2.0.
Entertainus: Produces a plastic trumpet and gives it a mighty blow.
Raevon: Let's get down with the homies... eh mortals.
Consumus - the god of party food and beverages: I shall join with thee.
Consuma - the goddess of shopping mall-rats: I shalt not let mine twin brother, go on this expedition without me.
Collectus: Aye!
Megabitae: Megabitae said at 15:50pm: Aye!
Decoraeta - goddess of fashion and interior designers: I'll cast my eye on this situation.
Teasa: Why not.
Annaversarae: I must decline. I have a prior engagement.
Refundus: Well, I'm not going on this fool's errand. I have important work to do.
Pompus: Though doest know, that we shall follow thee anywhere fawther.
Zues: That's great son. But I'm not going either.
Pompus: But why?
Zues: Well you know how it is... Tis time to let the children grow up and forge their own paths in the wide world.
Cosmopolitina: That and you haven't seen your wife in months.
Zues: That too.
MS2: Whatever. Can we go now please?
Pompus: Gods of the Pwatyon. Pwepware yourselves!
MS2: Finally...
To be continued...
