Fred shrugged, "They said they had an idea for our animagus forms. Didn't say what it was though."
The two clueless males went for a meeting with the girls of Acme, not realizing what they were in for.
When they got their, willing participation created the most...unique items.
IIIII
Green Arrow, Oliver Queen to some, was looking forelornly at the kitchen from which he had been banned.
It was a typical day on the Watchtower, although having most of the persinel not away on missions was getting a bit boring. Especially so since several of the techs and other people had successfully petitioned for, and got, the ability to go on missions of their own. Not ones where powers were needed, of course, but basic medical, evacuation, and such things as food distribution and refugee care and relief. Even the Bat approved, although you would never guess it from grim and grumpy's gruff nods.
He just knew that everyone (the Bat) could use a good bowl of chilli, that cheered everyone up. Unfortunately, a self-rightous, facist, conformist with the personality of a glacier and a heart of stone (the Bat) had this idea that him and kitchens were a bad thing. This, of course, meant finding something to show a prigish, puffed up, prude (the Bat) that everything didn't run on his say so.
Unfortunately, he didn't have anyone to whom he could go to for help with this. Canary wouldn't help, she had too much respect for the old people. Speedy? No, he was still too scared of the 'bad man'. Wally, while the joker of the group and most likely to agree, he had his own issues with how far to push him.
Still, putting him in his place would be so good.
Harry chose that moment to walk in with a new book that he received from the twins through Henchgirl.
"Hey Mr. Black." Arrow said as the wizard was walking by his table.
Harry looked up and saw the slightly pissed archer. This wasn't like the man, so he sat down accross from him. "What's up?"
"Nothing. Well. I want to play a prank on someone, but I don't have any ideas." Responded Oliver hoping for a way to entice this person into helping him.
Harry sighed. After being friends with the twins, and knowing the archers personality, he didn't want to know. However, maybe the twins would like a new customer. Sliding the book he was reading across the table, he said, "Here."
"What's this?"
"A catalogue. It should help you find what you're looking for. I can always get another one.:
With that Harry left the archer alone and walked out of the cafeteria. Maybe he should go back to that place in Metropolis for lunch. He still didn't have a copy of every one of those toys.
Arrow looked at the cover of the book that had moving pictures of...No way! This book couldn't exist. It had to be a fake.
"What's the matter with you?" an Antropomorphic duck said from the cover.
"Yeah Doc." Said a similar antropomorphic rabbit eating a carrot. "And where's Mr. Black?"
This was...it was Mr. Black. He should have expected something like this. "He gave me the catalogue."
The two creatures of the cover looked at each other and noded.
The Rabbit said, "Well Doc,"
The Duck continued, "We welcome you to the special joint publication."
"By Acme, Inc.,"
"Triple W,"
"And Black Ink."
The two then stated together, "The Ultimate Prank and Item Catalogue for the bored Hero or Adventurer."
"Featuring..." the Rabbit said, "Such items as Portable holes..."
The Duck had a manic grin now and devil horns on it's head, "Swiss Army knives with extra monsters..."
Bugs Bunny, who else could it be, now had on a white choirs boy dress and a halo held up by wire on his head, "Henchgirls Absolutely Angelic Drinks..."
"And of course, Mr. Black Chocolate Frog Cards." said Daffy.
"Oh Doc, before I forget, could you tell Mr. Black something for me?" Bugs asked.
Arrow was looking at a book of dreams that most of his aquintance would kill to have, "What?"
"Tell him to remember to take a left at Albuquerque. I always make that mistake with him here." Bugs pointed at Daffy.
Daffy frowned, "You're despicable, you know that don't you."
IIIII
It cost a bit, but the station was never the same again. Everyone knew that the pranks were Arrows doing, but they couldn't prove it, or understand where he got them.
On the other hand, the equipment that he had put him into a completely new category of threat to the bad guys.
He really liked pulling out his swiss army knife and going through all those weapons from Club, to Sword, to Mace, to Monster in front of a tied up villian, wondering out loud what to use.