It was a blissful Saturday. It was the kind of Saturday that screamed 'ITS TIME FOR VACATION' and away you went. The gang at the League of Super Evil HQ had been waiting for a Saturday like this and Voltar, their leader, would stop at nothing to ensure a well planned out vacation for him and his comrades. The bags were packed, money planned out, sunscreen on, and bathing suits were worn under their clothes. The four tickets for their vacation spot were safely in the hands of Red Menace, who was smiling as brightly as he possibly could. Doktor Frogg, the only truly evil one, packed his diabolical inventions made of special material so they would not go off passing through the metal detector. He planned his vacation as evil as humanly possible. Doomageddon, the League's pet hell-hound, was sitting by Voltar's side, panting idly like a normal dog. He was slightly excited to get out of the house for a month. Four weeks of relaxing, running, rampaging, and eating pretty much everything at the buffet table before anyone could get there first.

"Men," Voltar started in his usual low, sinister tone. "Today is the day...for RELAXATION!!" He finished, hands in the air and sporting a grin.

Doktor Frogg smiled and Red giggled innocently as they grabbed their appropriate baggage and started out the door.

"I just hope we get to the airport in time. I would lose my mind if we missed our flight!" Doktor Frogg stated huffing slightly.

"But, I thought you already lost your mind..." Red trailed off thinking he said the wrong thing but Doomageddon laughed at it and shook his head in amusement.

Doktor Frogg sighed and walked onward, putting his luggage in the back of the V-Mobile.

"Nevertheless! We shall be the crowing jewel upon the S.S. Sinister!! All shall tremble upon our presence, no one will get in our way! MUH HA HA HA HAAA!! HEAR THAT STEEEVE?!?!"

All heads turned to the blue house next the the lair. A couple seconds passed and a faint "I don't care" was heard after.

Voltar merely lept off the front step and ran to the car. Red jumped in the driver seat and strapped himself in. Frogg and Doomageddon sat in the back and had to squeeze luggage in between them. It was a short drive to the airport but they left an hour early to make sure they could get their luggage checked in and settled. After one final check to make sure everything was in the golf cart, they drove off for a month of relaxation and evil.

* * *

Same Saturday, around midday. Gene Grayson, formerly known as "Justice Gene" or "Museum Gene" or any other work name, was sitting on the work bus transporting to the airport. Gene scored a spot as "Lifeguard Gene" and had to be stationed on the S.S. Sinister. He was promoted the job after working very many hours at the Metrotown Pool, working overtime even and completing his remedial Summer School courses.

Gene didn't really care about the upgrade to a better job, the perk that really got his toes tapping was the fact that he had his own lakey to train. The job in question specifically said "A temp to teach the ways of the lifeguard job" Gene saw the words as, "HOLY GOD, YOU GET A SIDEKICK!" Life really couldn't get any better.

They were not allowed to know their partners until they had arrived at the boat but, he did know that they would be sharing a room and would have to work together until the final month of the cruise. The partner would then be flown back to the States. It was painfully short time to have a sidekick but Gene was just happy that he got one in the first place. He imagined some chubby kid with a stupid grin on his face. Weak in appearance and stature. He would break him down and build him back up to be a suitable lifeguard. He would not fail and would go down in history not only as a super hero lifeguard no, but have an awesome sidekick with him. Together, no villain could stand in their way!

Gene's feet swayed back and forth as he hummed a happy tune to his little daydream. The airport was visible through the window and he smiled then turned to the guy next to him. He had blonde hair and huge blue eyes.

"Hey! You a lifeguard too!?" Gene asked loudly in his normal heroic type tone.

The man looked over at him with raised shoulders at the sudden loud question. "Uhh, well I have a couple jobs actually."

Gene's lip raised in thought,"How can you work so many jobs on a Cruise Ship? Each job is like, eight hours long!"

"I'm good at what I do. Thats all." He answered back.

"Hey, whats your name by the way?" Gene asked, eyebrows crunched together.

"My friends call me Guy so, I guess you can just call me that. You used to be that police officer, right?" Guy asked.

Gene straightened in his seat. He hated talking about the U.N.C.O.O.L. to other people. Pretty much any job he lost, he hated talking about.

"Oh yea, I worked with them for a bit." Gene said in a lower tone.

Worrying that he struck a wrong nerve, Guy stopped the topic. "So, I'm guessing you're a lifeguard on the ship?"

"Oh yea!! I am!" Gene perked back up suddenly and smiled, "I can't wait to start tomorrow!"

Guy smiled and turned to face forward, "Thats good, I admire your chipper aura. You must be a pretty nice guy to be around."

Gene smiled and swayed his head back and forth simulating a "so-so" kind of emotion.

"Yea, some people like me being around. It depends ha ha."

The bus suddenly came to a stop and Guy stood up and drabbed his carry-on bag from the top of the bus rack. Gene did the same and pulled out his cell phone and set it to vibrate. Guy noticed this and raised an eyebrow at the action.

"Hmm? Oh I have this 'thing' about my phone going off in airports. I don't like it." Gene smiled and put the device in his pocket.

"Whatever makes you feel better I guess." Guy said and opened his own phone. Noticing he had three new messages, he continued to ignore Gene and started texting.

Gene made his way off the bus and smiled and the welcoming sun. The clouds were perfect, the scenery was perfect, and the since the trip was a one-way trip, the venture was perfect. Things were finally looking up for Gene.

* * *

"Geeze Voltar, Do you even know WHERE you're going?!" Doktor Frogg asked, irritated.

Voltar ignored Frogg for a moment looking around then finally turned to his comrades.

"Well I would if that Ticket Lady didn't give us such confusing gate numbers!" Voltar fussed and threw down the tickets, fed up.

Red picked up the tickets and scanned them for a second. He looked up and looked left... then right. Finally, he smiled and pointed to the right.

"There! Number 27B! Our gate is that way!" Red cheered and picked up his carry-on.

Voltar perked up and looked towards the gate. The sign above read "TODAY'S FLIGHT: MIAMI, FLORDIA." the city of the cruise.

"Good job Red Menace!! Come on men!" Voltar charged towards the gate only to be stopped by a security guard.

"Whoa whoa whoa, I need to see your tickets and some ID please!" He demanded.

Voltar stopped and settled his hands on his hips.

"Peeehh!! Do you KNOW who I AM!?!" Voltar challenged.

The security guard then proceeded a stare down with Voltar, who backed down and handed over the tickets. Frogg handed over the license that wasn't ripped up and the security guard looked over them both closely.

"Looks good guys, enjoy your flight." He said and handed the tickets and license back.

As the League made their way through the gate and had their carry-on's checked by more security, they then proceeded to find a seat until their flight had arrived.

"It looks like we have another 20 minutes to wait for the plane. Then another five minutes to wait for everyone to board off." Red mentioned.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!? Thats gonna' take FOREVER!" Voltar yelled, making a baby in the distance start crying at the sudden noise. He then slumped in his seat and pouted.

Red, sensing the disappointment from Voltar, then stood up, "Ill go grab us some Starbucks okay?" Hoping Voltar's regular Cafe' Mocha would cheer him up.

"Oh can you grab me a water instead? I can't have coffee before I fly." Frogg asked.

Red smiled and nodded and walked away to the nearest Starbucks vendor.

As Doktor Frogg watched him walk out of range of hearing, he turned to Voltar.

"Hey, I know this is a time to relax and all but, did you have an actual evil plan set to the side in case you get bored. I know how you get." He asked in his thick accent.

Voltar peered up at Frogg, not moving his body and the mouth part of his mask formed a frown.

"Of course I have Frogg. In fact, I have about five plans in store for the foolish humans on board the ship. Nevertheless, we ARE on this ship to relax first and foremost." Voltar then looked forward and sat up straight, "Let our hair down, eat some food before Doomageddon gets to it."

Doomageddon then heard his name and smiled at the devious plan Voltar had said. He wanted to chuckle but didn't chance it. The hell-hound looked over at Voltar and saw both Voltar and Frogg staring at him. He was still smiling and had his eyes closed showing a poor attempt at innocence.

"Yeah, we were talking about you! You better not pull anything or we will send you back home. You're lucky you get to come with us!" Voltar explained.

Doomageddon nodded and smiled then went back to laying down.

Red then returned with drinks for everybody. A Cafe' Mocha for Voltar, a bottled Fiji Water for Frogg, a Tall Boy can of Rockstar Energy Drink for Doomageddon, and a Cafe' Mocha with 17 pumps of vanilla and five pumps of crème for himself.

Red sat in his original seat and enjoyed his drink. Voltar, as Red expected, chippered up and downed his drink in record time.

* * *

"Hey Guy, show me your ticket!" Gene asked.

Guy blinked twice and dug into the front pocket of his bag for his ticket.

"Uh, sure. Here ya go." Guy said and handed the ticket over.

Gene scanned over the ticket and frowned, "Oh, you sit in row 17. I sit one row behind you." He handed the ticket back and sat next to him.

Guy glanced at him and frowned.

"I'm sorry that didn't work out. If it makes you feel better, I would have had us sit next to each other." Guy smiled, trying to get a smile out of him.

Gene looked up and smiled, suddenly full of optimism.

"Thanks! That cool that you said that!" Gene beemed.

Guy grinned and put his ticket away. He tried to look back down at the book he was reading but was sidetracked by the slight disappointed aura Gene was giving off.

"Hey uhh." Guy tried to start.

Gene looked up and waited for Guy to finish his sentence.

"Do you want a coffee or something? Out plane doesn't arrive for another 20 minutes." Guy offered.

Gene beemed and nodded. Guy put his novel away and he and Gene made their way through the terminal towards the Starbucks vendor.