Mr. L was working on Brobot's latest upgrade: underwater navigation. It was hard-going, uncrossing all the wires, rewiring said wires, removing the steel plating, replacing it with water-proof plating, adding torch beams to the eyes and underwater missiles (missiles!) to the hands, and about fifty other things. Then, he had to check, double-check and triple-check the GPS system. THEN he added an extra turnable knob so that he could switch from "Standard" to "L-Type" and, finally, to "Aquatic".

A familiar chuckle behind him made him turn.

"Dimentio," said L, "get your sorry butt outta here before I have to get violent."

"No need for threats!" exclaimed Dimentio, wiping the smile hastily from his face. "I only meant to say... how's the upgrade coming along?"

A little startled that his friend had taken the time to ask about said upgrade, Mr. L took no time in replying. "Pretty good."

"Interesting," murmured Dimentio. L turned away. However, if he hadn't, he would have caught the evil glint in Dimentio's eye. He would have seen him make a nearby wrench fly towards him. He would have yelled as the jester approached him, steel tool raised. But, of course, he didn't see. He didn't turn. He certainly didn't yell.

He just slumped to the floor as he was struck on the cranium with a wrench.

"DEE EFF, DUDE!"

Dimentio cowered, cursing himself for being discovered smuggling Mr. L out of the latter's room. Raven, O'Chunks, Mimi and Nastasia bore down on him, eyes blazing. O'Chunks was flexing his muscles. Mimi was cracking her neck. Nastasia was narrowing her eyes. Raven's gloves and sash were glowing.

"I have a very good explanation for the past events!" gabbled the jester, backing away oh-so-slowly.

"You ain't goin' nowhere, Dim!" bellowed O'Chunks, lunging and grabbing the jester by the scruff of the neck. With his free hand, the Scotsman grabbed Dimentio's hands and arms and forced them behind his back. Utterly helpless, Dimentio looked towards Raven for help.

"FC, please"

"Her name isn't FC!" shrieked Mimi, grabbing two Rubees and hurling them at the jester. Fortunately, in her rage, they completely missed.

"Dimentio, this time you've gone too far!" yelled Nastasia.

"Why'd ya do it, anyway, Dim-Sim?" demanded Raven.

"It was revenge!" shouted Dimentio, as O'Chunks bent the jester's thumbs backwards. "Simple, idiotic, petty revenge!"

"It were idiotic a'right!" scolded O'Chunks. "Ya lousy scrap o' fabric 'n lace!"

"You're going straight to the Count, 'K!" snapped Nastasia.

Suddenly, the back part of Raven's sash the parts trailing down her back jerked upwards. Everyone looked towards her as she gave a yell and pointed to the unconscious Green Thunder.

As four pairs of eyes snapped towards Mr. L, four lower jaws dropped. Instead of Mr. L, a strange, Mr.-L-like human was sitting on the floor, with a politely puzzled expression.

His brown, tusseled hair showed clearly over the black mask flopped over his head. Instead of his bandanna, his cap was tied around his neck, the L facing the right way. His green eyes were crossed, and his overalls back-to-front. His wings, in contrast to jet-black, were pure-white, and were growing backwards, the feathers arranged in the wrong places. As they looked at him, he said, "Tuba wombat alphebatise tap dance!" and beamed, as though extremely proud of himself.

"Uh..." said Raven. "I'd say that's weird, but that would be insulting to weird things."

"Refridgerator?" said the thing, staring at Raven. As he did so, his eyes pointed in different directions comically.

"Aw!" gushed Mimi. "He's sooooo cute!"

"That's insulting to cute things," said Nastasia.

"Uh... whuz ya name, lad?" asked O'Chunks.

"O'Chunks, you dum-dum!" snapped Mimi. "He's... uh..."

"The alter-ego of an alter-ego... I am... RIGHTWAY!" yelled the thing, jumping up and flying around in circles. Befuddled, the others watched as Rightway's wings rotated backwards, apparently pulling him along through the air, as he was going backwards.

"At least he can talk normally," said Nastasia, relieved.

"How c'n L have an alter-ego?" frowned O'Chunks, scratching his head.

"I admit that the wrench was half-charged with some of my magic," admitted Dimentio.

"DIMENTIO SCURRA, YOU IDIOT!" screamed Raven, but Rightway interrupted her.

"Syncopated jitterbug sparkle flight!" chirped Rightway.

"What was it you said about talking normally?" smirked Dimentio. Nastasia gave him a good whack on the head.

"Well, we'd better get him to the County ASAP!" exclaimed Mimi, grabbing his cap and yanking him along.

"Good idea," said Nastasia, holding the door open to permit the five others through.