Well, its official. La Machine posted the topic, so he gets to be leader this time. He's holding the reins now.

Get it? Get it? Reins...barn...hahahaha!

Now as your secretary, I have to remind you all to please sign in your hours by Friday at 3 pm or I cannot log it into the computer. Just to let you know.

Also, someone moved my rocket spurs. Shame on you.

Moving on...

Back at the Farmhouse of Justice, Cowgirl Jack was scrambaling to stuff all her clothes into a single suitcase.

"Oh, a convention...now I can show my true potential!"

Ace and Nightwing were watching, just shaking their heads. "Can you really fit all that into one suitcase?"

"Yeah, and how many pairs of shoes can one woman wear?" Jackie gives Ace the Don't-question-my-sense-of-fashion-or-praticallity-or-common-sense look. "Right. Forget what I said. I think you're missing a pair."

"Oh yeah. The new rocket spured ones."

Nightwing hands the shoebox to Cowgirl Jack. "Really, what do these rocket-spured boots do?"

"I don't know."

"What?"

"They were on sale. So I bought them. Why?"

Nightwing groans. "Oh boy..."

Britannica and La Machine pass by Jackie's room, carrying their own luggage. "Uh, CJ, we're just going to Santa Monica for the weekend...not a five-month Euopean vacation."

"Yeah, that's why I packed light."

"That's light? What's heavy?"

DLD, RM 552, and Wednesday come upstairs to investigate the noise. DLD is rereading the letter. "This is great. Now we won't be second-rate heroes any more."

"Yeah," says Wednesday. "Imagine the women we can get."

"Don't let Jackie catch you saying that--"

"Don't catch me hearing what?"

"Dang," says RM 552. "The suitcase isn't going to make it, Jack. Maybe you should lighten the load."

"What is up with you guys and my packing abilities? Look, I only packed the essentials, okay? I do not need a bunch of guys with a barn for an HQ telling me how to pack--" And just to show how right she is, Jackie grabs her luggage and storms out the room.

"Well guys, let's finish packing and loading everything up, we should leave in about an hour--"

BAM!

The JLR rush to see Jackie at the foot of the stairs. The luggage had busted open and the contents were scattered all over the stairs and hallway.

"Oh, can someone give me a hand here..."

[ 01-24-2003, 12:16 AM: Message edited by: Cowgirl Jack ]