Monday, at the JRL Farmhouse of Justice...

Cowgirl Jack was sitting in her bathtub reading Cosmo. Summer had begun, and she was eager to relax. Wednesday had assigned her moniter duty for the past week. There was no work involved. No one had called for any superhero service.

Which was great. CJ had spent the last two days ordering shoes and new carpeting for the Farmhouse of Justice. Wait till the guys see what she's done to the place. Well, actually, what Larry's done. The recently released giant was dumber than a bag of hammers, but could install flooring.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

"What that--" Jackie looked around. "They installed a phone in the bathrooms? That's weird." She picked it up. "Um, hello, this is the JLR, Cowgirl Jack speaking. How may we save you today?"

"What?"

"This is Cowgirl Jack of the JLR--"

"What?"

CJ rolled her eyes. "COWGRIL JACK SPEAKING! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"Eh? Oh, my name's Ed. Ed Johnson. I was wondering if you might take a case for me."

"Sure!" said CJ. Then she winced. D'oh! Wednesday said not to sound to excited! "Ahem, well, we might be able to squeeze you in."

"Well, I'm mayor to the city of Big City."

"That's is possible the stupidest name for a town I have every hear of."

Major Johnson must not have heard her. "We're being attack by a group of supervillians called the CSF. The Crime Syndicate of Fiction."

"Okay..."

"We need your help! Can you save us?"

He sounds to pathetic. Cool! I feel like Supergirl now. "Alright Major, I'll assemble the JLR and we'll be there tomorrow evening. Have rooms booked for us in your finest hotel. We'll stay there as we save you guys."

After hanging up on the phone and getting dressed, CJ went downstairs. The basement had been converted to The Gadget Room. Knowing little about motherboards, CJ had left the guys to assemble the room. She regretted it now. "Jeez, what are all these pizza boxes doing here? And dirty movies...okay..."

She headed to the main computer. "Alright, I need to to contact all the JLR members."

First she called Britannica. "Hey, this is Britannica, me and the Mrs. are out on our Hoonymoon, so leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Britt, this is CJ. Call back...we might be getting a source of income soon."

Next was Wednesday. "Hey hotties! The pimpmaster's out right now, leave a message!"

Ace's, Nightwing's, and La Machine's were almost identical. "Dude, EXAMS! Leave a message."

RM552's and DLD's were also similar. "I'm busy. Leave a message."

CJ was about to call Harpy, but then realized her alter-ego wasn't due till around June 9th.

"Oh great. Well, someone better show up. This CSF sounds only like a corny group, but I can't take my chances." Looking around to see that no one was there, CJ grins and says something she had never said before.

[AAAHHHH!!!] "JLR, ASSEMBLE!" [AAAHHHH!!!]