Four hours later Superfly, Dun, and La Machine find themselves seated in the cramped but cushy cabin of a fast moving tractor trailer.

Tractor Trailer Bob: So, where you boys headed?

Dun: Well, sir, we're members of the Justice League Reality (the three superheroes strike triumphant poses)

La Machine: Oww! Your finger's in my eye!

Superfly: Sorry.

TTB: Never heard of ya.

Superfly hands him one of their business cards.

TTB (slowly reads the print): Still never heard o' ya, but those sure are pretty cards ya got there.

Superfly smiles a triumphant smile.

Dun: Well, speaking of cards, sir, the mischievously maliputive mailman, Chant, has once again troubled the innocent with an evil scheme to eliminate Christmas by preventing the delivery of holiday greetings cards throughout America.

LM (whispering to Superfly): Who died and made him narrator?

TTB: <sniff> And you guys are trying to stop him? That's the sweetest, most endearing thing I've ever heard.

Superfly: Crybaby.

TTB: Anyway I can help?

La Machine: <chuckle> No offense, sir, but unless you know the secret location of Chant's secret lair--

TTB: Oh, Chant's secret lair? We're right by there now. It's just past the zoo!

La, Super, and Dun: [whaaaa!]

Super: Ummm.. sir, how exactly do you know that?

TTB: Chant's Secret Lair is the best pitstop this side of Miguel's House of Strippers. Chant's henchmen make the best chilli burgers.

Super: STRIPPERS!?

La Machine: Down boy.

Dun: Then, sir, you'd be doing us, nay, the Christmas-loving citizen of America and the world a great service by taking us to his lair.

TTB: Sure, no problem. While we're talking about service, uh, any of you guys got some gas money? Petroleum don't come cheap, ya know.

Super: [um.... uh huh! ... ]