Perkins Pain and Tile Store. Larry and his son are stocking cans. It's quiet day. Not a lot of customers.

Larry: Remember son, not over six high. They might topple over.

Larry's Son: Okay, Paw. Listen, I have to tell something about school.

Larry: Yes, son.... what is it?

Larry's Son: Well, see.... it's about my report--

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, an Oldsmobile Cutlass (covered in JLR) crashes in to the quiet Paint and Tile store.

Larry: Holy--

Mysterious Female: Hey, Larry! You got a stack over there that's close to eight!

Larry:Who the hell are you?

Mysterious Female: Don't worry about that! Get in the car!

Larry: Why? Why would I want to that? I mean, I was getting along just fine in my Paint and Tile Store that DIDN'T have a huge ass hole in the wall.

Mysterious Female: I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100.

Larry: 67!

Mysterious Female: Get in the car!!

Larry: What the--

Wednesday (as TTT): Listen, we need directions.

Larry: Oh!!! Why didn't you say so!

Larry jumps in to the car (on the laps of everyone in the back seat) and Mysterious Female hammers the gas, crashing through the opposite side of the store, leaving Larry's Son startled and confused.

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Meanwhile, in First Second National City Bank, Donald the securty guard idly sits in his comfy chair, completing the day's crossword.

Donald: A six-letter word for a mind reader.... what could that be?

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, an Oldsmobile Cutlass crashes into the bank vault

Mysterious Female: Psychic!! Get in the car!

Donald: What!

Donald whips out his trusty revolver and shoves it into the Mysterious Female's face.

Mysterious Female: Oops! Sorry. Doesn't look like I have enough room!

The Mysterious Female slams on the gas once again, driving the car through the other side of the bank vault, leaving a very confused Donald in its wake.

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Back at Dairy Queen with Chant (as Darren) and his minions, the postal demons, are idly chatting and playing cards.

Postal Demon #6: I hate it when we get summoned and there are no faces to eat.

Postal Demon #71: No kidding. Usually when we get summoned there are faces to eat.

Postal Demon #124: This sucks.

Postal Demon#6: Anybody want a Blizzard?

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, an Oldsmobile(sp?) Cutlass crashes into the DQ, effectivly making the restarant a drivethrough(sp?), and running over five postal demons (Cutlasses are big, clunky mofos of the species automobila).

Larry: I said take a RIGHT at the bank! You ended up taking four lefts!!!

Mysterious Female: What? You can't expect me to know everything!?!?

Chant (as Darren) leaps on to the hood and scatters the JLR off the car.

Chant (as Darren): Nice try! But this time you won't escape!

SMM (as Kaz) summons the proportionate pickpocket skill of a human and swipes a WMC gun.

SMM (as Kaz): Hey! Look what I got! Let's see.... where is the "normal" setting.

Chant (as Darren): Give that back!

The two wrestle over the gun accidentally setting it off and shooting the JLR

Jade: Hey! I'm me!

TTT: Wow. . . M-

Ace: Wow. . . Me too!

TTT:

ZomBrittanica: uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!

Kaz and Darren looked into each other's eyes. They both glance downward and see that they are caressing each other's hands over the WMC gun. They quickly pull their hands away in an attempt to be less gay looking. The WMC gun falls to the DQ floor, cracks and fires, hitting once again the JLR.

Fused: What's that smell? . . . Smells like. . . girl. . .

Fused looks down to his vest and becomes stoned in thought as he sees the milky white skin of his cleavage buldging out the mesh shirt under his blue vinyl vest. His thin waist and hourglass shape startles him as he looks up to see a group of knockout ladies dressed in what he had been accustomed to being the JLR members in superhero uniform.

Gerard de Rapierwitte: Cordon Bleu! I am ze woh-mahn!!

Midnight Spectre 2.0: We're all hot babes!

Fused: I would totally FUCK myself!

Wednesday: (now back as Wednesday but as a fine-ass foxy sistah): It's She-Chant! !

Chant: Whhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa?!?!?!!?

Zombitannica: UUUuuhhhhHhHhrrrRrrrrrrrrrr! ! ! ! !!! ! (as a hot nerdy zombie girl)


Kaz and Darren both reach for the WMC gun. Darren comes up with it and fires again at the JLR. The gun clicks and whirls but nothing happens.

Kaz: (as Kaz, NOT a hot chick version of Kaz with supple breasts and a hot ass, just so we're clear) What did you do!!!?

Darren:: I don't know. It just won't work.

Jade: You better think of something cause I'd rather not be this hairy.

Mysterious Male:Think of a number!

She-Chant: Shut up! Demons... bring me that gun!

The JLR as super babes look over their shoulders to see the horde of lustful male demons encircle them.

The JLR: