Stupid Dogg: So, anybody wanna play 'My Secret Diary' while we wait for the story to start?

Fused: 'My Secret Diary'?

Stupid Dogg: Yeah! It's a fun game. I've got a board in one of my bags.

Hybrid: You can't be serious.

Stupid Dogg: What? What's wrong with 'My Secret Diary'?

The Time Trust: Only girls play 'My Secret Diary,' and if you haven't noticed THIS TEAM IS SORELY LACKING IN THE FEMALE MEMBERSHIP DEPARTMENT!

Wednesday: You're still worried about that gay porn thing, aren't you?

The Time Trust: Very .

Stupid Dogg: Yeah, well--wait, you're an android?!

The Time Trust: So?

Stupid Dogg: So what do you care? You're not even a guy...technically!

The Time Trust: I may be an android, sir, but I'll have you know I'm anatomically--

Fused: Canadian ?

Just then a petite mass of seventeen-year old girl torpedoes into the room through the barn's roof.

Hybrid: HOLY MOTHER-CRAPPIN' CRAP!

Wednesday [looking at the roof in tears]: It's ruined! We just fixed it and it's ruined...again!

Hybrid [rushing to the girl's side and ripping away her armor]: This young girl just crashed into our barn and all you can think about is the roof?

Wednesday: You have no idea how long we were working on that! Wait a sec, what do you mean "our barn"? You haven't even filled out your JLR membership application!

Stupid Dogg [checking her breathing]: Wednesday! The girl! She's alive!

The Time Trust: amazing!

Wednesday: Right... the girl, top priority. Yes....

Stupid Dogg: Fused, help me get her to the infirmary!

Fused: Right! Umm... where's the infirmary?

Everyone turns to Wednesday.

Wednesday: We don't have one.

Hybrid: What?! You're superheroes and you don't have an infirmary?

Wednesday: Oh, so suddenly we're back to "You're superheroes and you don't have an infirmary?"

Hybrid: But every team has an infirmary. Even Young Justice had an infirmary.

The Time Trust: He's right, you know.

Wednesday: Look, this is a barn, okay? Space was limited.

Fused: You have a four-tractor garage.

Wednesday: Absolutely necessary.

Fused: A pool room.

Wednesday: Also necessary.

Hybrid: And the arcade?

Wednesday: Look, this girl needs medical attention!

Stupid Dogg: We need somewhere clean and neat.

Wednesday: Take her to Cowgirl Jack's old room.

JLR:

Wednesday: Girls' rooms are always neat.

Stupid Dogg and Fused heroically rush the girl into the new infirmary (aka CJ's old room).

The Time Trust: Wednesday?

Wednesday: Yeah?

The Time Trust: I take it the story finally started.

Wednesday: No, not yet. Give it some...

The Time Trust:

Wednesday: ...time.

Five hours later, everything has finally settled down. Wednesday is busy checking in on their recent arrival.

The Time Trust: Amazing that a small, teenaged girl could survive something like that.

Wednesday emerges from the room, shaking his head with a sigh.

Fused: How's she doing? She's all right, isn't she?

Wednesday: Well, I made a full and thorough examination of the patient's body.

Hybrid: A full and thorough examination?

Wednesday: Yep.

Hybrid: Wednesday.

Wednesday: Ya!

Hybrid: You're not a doctor.

Wednesday: ...

Hybrid: ...

Wednesday: Apparently she's almost made a full recovery.

The Time Trust: How's that possible?

Stupid Dogg: Maybe she's a mutant--you know, with a mutant healing factor.

Hybrid: I hope she doesn't have claws.

Fused: If Marvel's taught me anything, it's that mutant females are ALWAYS hot!

Wednesday: The man makes a very good point. And she is hot.

JLR:

Wednesday: Not that I noticed...

JLR:

Wednesday: ...during my examination of her teenaged body, I mean.

JLR:

Wednesday: It was my duty as a hero !

JLR:

Centurian [coming out of the closet... which can be used as a teleporter]: Hey guys, what's going on?

The Time Trust [pointing at the hole in the roof]: Nothing much. A mutant crashed into the barn.

Centurian: Neat! Well, listen, my mom says it's okay for me to hang out with you guys as long as I get my homework done every night.

Wednesday: Neat!

Centurian: But I left one of my books in CJ's room, so can I study here?

The Time Trust: Sure, just don't play your music too loud.

Centurian: Thanks.

Centurian hurries off.

Stupid Dogg: What was a seventeen-year old boy doing in CJ's room?

JLR:

Alex didn't even notice her until after he'd found the book. She was laying in CJ's bed, making those breathing sounds girls make instead of snoring. He couldn't believe how pretty her face looked from afar, and the closer he crept, the prettier she was. Finally, lightly, he pulled the sheet back revealing her thin, pink lips and soft chin.

To his surprise, the young girls eyes fluttered open. At first she squinted, her eyes adjusting to the new light. Then she saw the young boy's face hovering over her close.

Young girl: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....

Centurian: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....

Young girl: ....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!

Centurian: ....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!

And in the living room...

Wednesday: Now the story's finally started !

To be continued...