"And that is why we must play music at this concert…" finishes Starfire to the Gordonian sentries, who sit with tails coiled, showing that they were interested. She flicks some of her food at the laser wall of the prison, sizzling it and bouncing back into her mouth.

"Earth music is said to be quite pleasant to the Sejassi sector." nods one. "Maybe captain Blackfire will be kind enough to let you perform this task before completion of the mission?"

"Mission?" says Starfire confused.

"It's all pretty simple really." says the other guard (Obviously the two weren't very experienced soldiers). "One, is to test this new ship's ability to subdue a planet, and secondly, more to the benefit of the Captain, to…"

…

Robin starts running to meet up with Cyborg to get a lift back to the tower. From there, thay could figure out the next plan of action. However, he happened to bump into Blackfire along the way.

"YOU?" says Blackfire angrily. "How did you escape my ship?" and she wheels her flying saucer around.

"Same old." he says, feeling for a weapon… then remembering that it was taken again. "Oh rats!"

"Huh! You can't stop me you pitiful Troq!" says Blackfire, moving her ship side to side in mockery. Her tone changes as a tin can hits her head.

"Maybe I'll get lucky and hit the self destruct button?" thinks Robin, throwing another few cans.

"So you want to throw stuff?" says Blackfire, and a tractor beam hits Robin. "Have a spin!"

"I'd rather…" and Robin is spun around like a washing machine cycle and thrown into the air, clearing the buildings…

"Oh Banthas!" says Blackfire. "I was aiming for a window!" she cackles and heads off to find her next victim…

…

"This is bad…" moans Beastboy, covering himself in some kitchen foil in an attempt to block the various sparks whizzing around the place.

"Darn cold…" sniffles Raven, blowing another fog horn. "I can hardly eben undertad by snelf." the microwave gives in and goes out in a bang.

"Have you fixed her that chicken soup yet?" says Cyborg over the link (Which is quite fuzzy)

"This is one beast man who isn't going to chop no chicken!" says the foil covered hero. "I fixed her some imitation chicken soup instead. Made of…"

"Don't say it…"

"Tofu!"

"What a surprise!"

"Wowzers! This cold is contagous! You caught her sarcasm!"

"Berry fuddy." says Raven.

"Did you say you wanted berry fudgy?"

A large zap and yelp follows.

"Just fix her some tea then!" sighs Cyborg. "I'll call back when I see Rob. Over and out!"

"You didn't have to zap me okay!" says Beastboy annoyed and rubbing his rear. "Can't you take a joke?"

"Whad are you dalking aboud?"

"And don't you call me a dork!"

"It wasn't her… It was ME!" says Control freak with a remote in hand. Mumbo also stands next to him. Their shakles free.

"Argh! How did you escape your prison room?" gasps Beastboy.

"It exploded." says CtrlF

"Much like everything else." observes Mumbo. "However, my own little tricks protect our remote from your EMP sneezes that you amply supplied to our glorious benefit."

"How come your sdill wearding your blues brodders gostumes den?" says Raven puzzled more than frightened.

"Somebody put glue on our glasses. And these are the only things that match." says CtrlF. "We're here to find the culprit who thought it was funny."

All eyes turn…

Beastboy sweats a little and twiddles his thumbs. "It was only a joke!" he says quivering a little. "It'll wash off!"

"The trickster also could not tell the difference between the words 'wood' and 'super' on the glue he used it seems." says Mumbo, taking the remote from CtrlF

"Whoops…"

"That isn't the half of it!" says Mumbo. "Have at you!" and he zaps him again.

"Ow!"

"Maybe dis iddn't do bad afder all." says Raven.

…

Mammoth finishes securing Robin to a lamp post with some chains while Jinx mercilessly slaps on the disinfectant on a badly frazzled Gizmo.

"Look. How was I to know he was flying there?" says Robin, not enjoying the feel of the iron links. "Besides, he had a cloaking device on, so I couldn't have seen him anyway."

"What? So we're just going to let you go and warn your friends? Huh!" laughs Jinx. Gizmo screams as more ointment is put on his back.

"Argh!" squeals the short inventor. "I was THIIIS close to finding that spaceship, when this blundering bird of blunder hits me and completely destroys my reconnaissance craft. Lousy, bad for nothing do-gooding sky diver!"

"That's what we Robins do best." says Robin. "Thanks for breaking my fall by the way."

"Oh. You're welcome… NOT! OW!"

"Okay that's the last one." says Jinx.

"Good ha-ha-ha!" says Gizmo rubbing his plastered hands together.

"More emphasis bub!"

"Oh yeah. HA-HA-HAA! How was that?"

"Ace."

"Thanks. Now for some torture!"

"But she said it was the last one." says Mammoth, scratching his head.

"Not me you gonzo goliath, I meant Robin!"

"Um. Can I ask why?" says Robin. "There's nothing you need to know, I don't have anything you want, you can't ask for a ransom cause that always goes bad for you and you guys aren't that type."

"Oh-ho!" smiles Gizmo. "But you're greatly mistaken bozo. We are much MUCH worse!"

"Pass me that purple lipstick Mammoth." says Jinx, already wielding a few hair curlers.

Robin screams. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo…" But the passing thunder drowns out his pitiful call.

…

"This is but one." says Starfire, cradling a little baby, asleep in her arms. "Where is the other?"

"Under captain's orders, he is in stasis." says the Gordonian. "We thank you for taking care of this human. He was… more than we could handle."

"Why not put this one in stasis then?"

"The power relies on the one child who is in stasis. His power to manipulate the turbines keeps this ship moving without having to go back to Gordonia to refuel. However, the power needed to put THIS child in stasis would require much more strength than the one we have, though his power is truly great."

"This child will need toys soon as custom demands." says Starfire smiling at the baby, wrapped in a red cloak with some red and yellow insignia. "Are there any on board?"

"Few that are stronger than steel. Please keep the child in vision at all times and within the closed cell." he warns. "He's faster than a speeding bullet as well…"

…

"Watch-out! Coming-through! Careful-there! Indicate-man! Hey! That-was-a-red-light! Watch-out-for-that-puddle!" says the Flash as he does a routine rush around his town, speaking in his very Russian way… I mean rushing way.

The storm was pretty sudden, and the dark clouds still menaced the skies, as if waiting for a moment to let rain fall when the people risked venturing from their shelter. Wally didn't mind rain. He moved so fast it dried off him. He was also glad that his shoes could take the slip of the wet pavement, but he slowed 5km anyway to set an example to the drivers.

"Stupid car!" says a girl, kicking at some old banged up beetle. She hops as she injures her toe.

"Need-help-there-miss?" says Flash, winding around the car in a jog (20km/hr). "Wheel-trouble? Engine-trouble? Boy-trouble? Air-conditioning? Windscreen-wipers? Out-of-gas? Battery-flat?"

"Oh. Thankyou." says the girl. "Have a look in the fuel tank."

"Fuel-tank? Okiyl-dokily! What-in-the-world-is…"