Disclaimer: I do not own Legion of Super-Heroes or Justice League Unlimited. I really had fun listing all the superhero toys the store sold. I even included the Umbrella Academy and Hellboy, which are really Dark Horse. Try and find Static. This was rushed. Any problems or gaps, just tell me and I'll edit it.
We open to the lounge area of the JLU Satellite. And we've come to meet our narrator, gazing out at the stars and wrapped in a green aura.
"Hello there. The name's John Stewart. Green Lantern of Sector 2814, and founding member of the Justice League. But being a member of the Justice League doesn't make it any easier when it comes to gift shopping, especially when girlfriends are involved. Me, I have to deal with two. My ex, Shayera, and my current, Mari. It's not easy, since they never tell you what they want, making you have to guess. Take it from me, shopping for girlfriends is a life or death situation. But you don't have to take it from. Take it from Chuck and Thom. Two guys trying to make a living for their sweethearts. With no money, they decide to get jobs. Around Christmas, that's one of the most brutal things a man can get through, and I've fought Darkseid. So listen to how these two deal with a little..."
06. Toy Shop Madness
"Stupid piece of junk! Breaks the minute you take it out of the box!"
"I said I wanted the red one, you moron!"
"I said I didn't want any of these stupid toys! I want a time cube!"
"This is gonna triple in value."
"NRFB."
"It's mine!"
"No it's mine!"
"You broke it!"
"Okay it's yours."
"What inferior stitching."
"These are ugly! I want something 4D!"
"Greed. Such ugly little greedy people. Never happy with anything. They will pay..."
He said as he placed the chip inside the doll.
"Mama. Mama. Mama."
It's eyes glowed red.
...
"No. Absolutely not."
There were three people in Legion Command at the moment. The first to speak, a girl, had long blonde hair and large, almost alien pink eyes, matching her pink jumpsuit bearing a yellow Saturn. Imra Ardeen, a.k.a. Saturn Girl, was talking with two other Legionnaires. The black-haired, rotund, Chuck Taine, a.k.a. Bouncing Boy, and the black-haired Thom Kallor, a.k.a. Star Boy. And they were discussing Christmas shopping, specifically so Chuck and Thom could buy gifts for their girlfriends.
"Do I have to remind you two about the last time someone lent you money?" Imra asked.
"Uh…" Thom was about to flash back, before Chuck interrupted him.
"Thom, don't. Remember? We had a court order stating we can't flashback to that little incident." "Oh yeah. But who would want to?" "I rest my case." Saturn Girl said as she folded her arms across her chest. "That jury was rigged and the judge had it out for me!" Chuck pointed out. "Why don't we ask the reverend you sent to the psych ward? If he's stopped screaming by now." Saturn Girl reminded.
"Do you have to bring this up every time we ask for money?" Thom asked. "As the one who goes over our finances, yes." Saturn Girl informed.
"So what do we do now?" Thom asked again.
"Why don't you two do what R.J. Brande did as the first step to becoming the galaxy's richest man." Saturn Girl put that in front of them.
"What?"
"Get a job." She put out rather flatly.
"We're Legionnaires. That's our job." Chuck said.
"Well then I guess Lu and Nura are having a Dutch Christmas."
"So you're saying we should buy them clogs?" Thom obliviously asked. Saturn Girl rolled her eyes. Chuck scowled and said "You know, Imra, sometimes you can be so sweet, but the rest of the time you're an ice queen." "It comes from years of having to separate Spark Plug and Ego Lad." She explained. "So they don't find out you're dating both of them?" Chuck joked.
"OUT!!"
…
"Jobs. The way she says it, she makes it sound so... blasé. The only ones looking out for us everymen are us, Thom."
Chuck and Thom were brainstorming in the Legion kitchen, two open bottles of Kono juice in front of them.
"So where do we get jobs?" Thom wondered.
"Anywhere but gas stations." Chuck quickly informed him.
"What's wrong with working in a gas station?" Thom asked. All of sudden, Chuck looked like he was about to throw up. "Because then we'd probably have to clean the, *shudders*, bathroom."
FLASHBACK
A normal day in the city, and Bouncing Boy was flying around looking for a useable bathroom to pertain services from. A look of exasperation on his face as he tried to hold it in with his dear life.
"Why did I drink those entire two Mega Gulps?"
Duo Damsel flew behind him.
"Because Cham bet you a quarter. A quarter he didn't have."
They finally came upon an Amco filling station for spaceships. Chuck landed by the bathroom door and started fidgeting with the knob.
"Bathroombathroombathroom…"
"You need the key."
Chuck looked over to the seedy looking attendant, then snatched the key that was hanging from his finger. He put it in the keyhole, before he was interrupted by said attendant.
"Careful. I haven't cleaned it in a year. AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Chuck ignored him and entered the dark washroom.
"Now where's the light…?"
He flicked the switch, and the roaches swarmed over every square inch of the place, and revealed...
"AHHHHHH!!!"
He ran out, slammed the door shut, and leaned back on it, heavily breathing and pale with fright.
"What? What?!" Lu tried to find out.
"It's, it's, oh my…"
"Uh, Bouncy?"
"RAWRFL!"
"Clean-up in aisle one." She said. And then, she heard a faint wizzing noise, like a stream. "And aisle two." Chuck said.
…
Morrison Toys. One of the most well known toy stores on Earth. What made it famous was it's surplus of old style toys like puzzles and stuffed animals, hand-sewn with love and care. Race cars and walking, talking robots for little kids. Clockwork soldiers and marionettes. Realistic monster masks sold at Halloween. Faerie tale princess dolls and princes made of unbreakable porcelain. Cartoon characters brought to life in stuffing, plastic, and metal. The works of Rumiko Takahashi painted on the walls. Astro Boy and Sailor Moon and Utena and Luke Skywalker and the Knight Sabers fighting the Dark Kingdom and the Empire, painted by a master. The Sonic, Mario, Banjo-Kazooie, Zelda, and Pokemon games brought to life through 3D imagery. And let us not forget it's amazing supply of superhero toys and accessories.
There seemed to be almost one separate aisle for whatever superhero there was. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman. And they didn't just focus on those heroes. They had the villains as well. Joker, Lex Luthor, Cheetah. But why stop there? Lois Lane, all five Robins, the Supergirls, Jimmy Olsen, Catwoman, Superboy, Conner Kent, Ma & Pa Kent, the Danvers, Krypto, Streaky, Ace, Beppo, Comet, Wonder Girl, Donna Troy, Spoiler, Huntress, Alfred, Oracle, Bat-Girl, Batgirl, Cassandra Cain, Nightwing, Superwoman, Batwoman I & II, the Question I (Vic Sage) & II (Renee Montoya), Talia al Ghul, Damian, Chris Kent, the GCPD, the MPD, Checkmate, S.H.A.D.E., the Suicide Squad, the Spirit, the International Club of Heroes, the Supermen of America, the Amazons. And of course there was the Flash Family, the Green Lantern Corps, the JLA, the JSA, the Titans, the Teen Titans, the Umbrella Academy, Seven Soldiers, Steel, Infinity Inc., the Doom Patrol, the New Gods, the Forever People, Kamandi, OMAC, Uncle Sam and the Freedom Fighters, Young Justice, Static & Gear, the Blood Syndicate, Icon & Rocket, Rip Hunter, Booster Gold & Skeets, the Global Guardians, the Creature Commandos, Jonah Hex, Cinnamon & Nighthawk, Bat Lash, Hellboy, Black Orchid, Kid Eternity, Sandman & Dian Belmont, Death, Dream, the Endless, the Three Witches, Cain & Abel, Swamp Thing, the Ultramarine Corps, Gen13, the Watchmen, WildC.A.T.S..
And the villains. Who could forget the villains? The Legion of Doom, the Secret Society of Super-Villains, the Superman Revenge Squad, the Club of Villains, the Black Glove, Villainy Inc., Injustice Unlimited, Titans East, the Terror Titans, the Cyborg Revenge Squad, the League of Assassins, the Crime Syndicate, H.I.V.E., Starro, the Orchestra Verdammten, the Female Furies, the Brotherhood of Evil, the Brotherhood of Dada even!
And an entire section dedicated to the Legion of Super-Heroes. Created and sold by Brande Industries. A wonderland for a child.
Chuck and Thom were having their resumes looked over by the manager. Richard. If this was a cartoon, he would've probably been voiced by the man who did the voices of Invader Zim, Billy, and Daggett Beaver. Big glasses, beady eyes, clipboard in hand and clip-on tie.
"So, you want to work here."
"That's correct." Chuck said. The two wanted to make as big an impression as possible. This was the only place they could find that was hiring.
"We are all one big, happy family here at Morrison Toys." He happily said.
"And we're big on family." Thom told him.
"So long as you follow the rules." Richard said as he lowered his voice.
"Huh?" The two said. And then he dropped one of the biggest books Thom or Chuck had ever seen in their lifespan. It was an old, red leather-bound book. The spine was creased. The title read Morrison Toys Rules & Regulations. Thom tried to lift the book up, but it nearly dragged him down to the floor before he thought to use his gravity powers. They began to leaf through the yellow pages. It was filled with rules, restrictions, and addendums about the job. They seemed to be listed incoherently, one rule labeled 2.68754 / 835.386, and also came into conflict with others.
"If you plan to work here, you must know and recognize every single rule in this book."
"All of them?!" Chuck cried. He felt faint. Reading this could probably take a lifetime! And by then you'd barely be done.
"If you want to work here. Oh and five dollar deduction from your pay."
"What?! For what?!" They asked at the same time. "Rule 1. No reading the rule book unless given authorization by a senior employee. Moi. And take off those ridiculous rings. No outside clothing."
"But we need these for emergencies!" Chuck told him.
"Off. Now."
"You-!" Chuck started, but he was held back by Thom.
"The girls. Remember." Thom whispered. Chuck held back and, regrettably, they took off their Flight Rings.
"Okay then." Richard said happily. "Here are your official work cloths. But first. The Santa Claus we hired bailed out at the last minute."
He held up the Santa costume to the two.
"And I believe we both know who's more qualified for that."
Chuck beamed.
...
"Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas!"
"SANTA!"
Chuck had to watch as Thom sat on Santa's Throne and listened to little kids tell him what they wanted for Christmas. He was dressed up in the red suit and red hat. The beard was attached to his face and a pillow stuffed in to fill in what he was lacking.
"Can't believe he gets to play Santa." Chuck was muttering to himself as he was stocking action figures of Batman characters.
"More qualified, my as-"
"You there! Boy!"
Chuck stopped muttering to himself when a cranky old woman called out to him. She was wearing a fur coat and had on at least a dozen or so rings on each hand. She was holding an action figure box.
"What is this?" She poked him in the chest with it. Chuck took it from her hands to see what she was talking about.
"It's a Harley Quinn action figure. Let's see. 'Heavy Metal Harley With Buzzsaw Baby Doll and Welder Torch Bells'. Whoa, I didn't know they still made these! Who's it for?"
"My son."
"Lucky kid."
"He's 42!"
"Ooh. Sorry."
"Yes, yes, color is that?" She tapped the box with her finger, showing off a garish ring with an ugly green stone.
"It's, uh, 'Rusty Bucket Rust & Motor Oil Black'."
"I want the green one!"
"Oh, well here-" Chuck reached for 'Holly Jolly Harley' until the woman stopped him.
"Not that one! Up there!" She pointed up, up, all the way up, to the top, at a Harley figure all the way on the top shelf. Chuck looked in disbelief.
"You've gotta be kidding me."
"Is there a problem?"
Oh great. There was Richard right behind him. Chuck groaned, before he put on a plastic smile to please his boss.
"Problem? No problem."
"It sounds like you've forgotten Rule 67.987." Richard 'tsk-tsked'.
"And that is...?" Chuck asked.
"The customer is always right." Richard said with a smile. Chuck turned to the woman, who was 'tsk-tsking' as well.
"Fine, hold on." He told them, and went off to get a ladder to reach the toy. But when he reached the back, there was only one. Just made it, he thought. He turned to the worker who handled the tools to patch the store up.
"Uh, excuse me, I need-"
Too late. Someone took it already.
"That." Chuck grimaced. He sulked back, then looked up at the hazardous aisle. He really wished he had his flight ring, then wished someone would knock some sense into him as he started to climb up the shelves.
"Do it for Trip. Do it for Trip." He kept telling himself. He had no idea how long he was climbing, but he was pretty sure he just saw a passenger ship pass by. "Great, I'm delirious. Who am I talking to?" He said out loud. Chuck was getting very tired from all the climbing. Oops. He just sent a Hoodoo Harley down to the floor. "This isn't the green one!" the woman said. "I'm getting it! Keep your jock strap on!" he called out. "What did you say?!" "I said the Germans get a bad rap!" "Oh, they do." He huffed and went back up. "Geez, I need to work out more." He complained to no one. And then, he finally reached it. He could barely reach it, his feet precariously on the self ledge. Until, his hand grasped the edge of the box and pulled it towards himself.
"Hazard Harley in Gangreene & Pollution Pink. Comes with Toxic Waste Water Gun & Back Pack, and Gas Maaaaa-!"
He went straight down. He didn't bounce like you'd think.
"-sk. Ow."
He didn't bother getting up yet. The woman was giving him a very pissed-off look.
"Here you are. M'am." Chuck was gasping and breathing very hard, trying to ignore the bruise that was forming on his keister. The woman looked down at the toy, and scowled. "I said I wanted the green one!" Chuck's jaw dropped. "Lady are you colorblind?!"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with it?!"
Good thing he was still on the floor or Chuck would've fainted.
"Not using a regulation ladder and damaging merchandise. Deduction."
It's for Lu. Do it for Lu.
...
It's for Nura. Do it for Nura. That's all Thom thought as he was dressed as Santa Claus on that throne. The beard was itchy, and he was feeling nauseous because he was pretty sure that the pillow he had to be stuffed with was made of something he was allergic to. But these kids, they were unreal. They didn't ask for anything magical and fantastic, just everyday stuff that cost a fortune that you'd wonder what a kid could do with them. He just finished with a messy kid covered in chocolate when a little girl with yellow skin and brown hair sat on his lap.
"Hi Santa!"
"Hello little girl. What's your name?"
"Cocheta Drisden."
"And what would you like for Christmas Cocheta?"
"I'd like my daddy to come home."
"Well, where is your daddy?"
"In prison."
"W-what's he doing in prison? Who's your dad?"
"Grimbor."
"You're dad is Grimbor the Chainsman?!" Thom stopped using the Santa voice and nearly got up. He got looks from the other kids and Richard before he recomposed himself.
"Um, listen Cocheta. I don't know if I can do that."
"But, I wanted to give him his gift for Christmas." Uh oh, it look liked she was going to cry.
"But, uh, Cocheta, I don't think you're dad would like it if he knew you weren't having a happy Christmas because of him. I think he'd want you to be happy even though he's on Takron-Galtos."
"Really?"
"Really. That's the greatest gift you can give him. So, listen, you don't have to worry about your dad. You'll see him again when he gets released, or if he breaks out, hopefully the former."
"Thanks, Santa." Cocheta said as he kissed him on the cheek and hopped off his lap.
Maybe this isn't so bad.
"I WAN A BIG SCREEN TV, FATBOY!"
Before he knew it, he got socked in the gut by a five-year old with a mustache and got sent to the floor.
Scratch that.
...
"Carl I'm sorry. But I'm going to have to let you go."
Richard was demeaning Carl, a man who had worked for Morrison Toys since before Richard was even born. The man dedicated his life to the store, but his dedication was lacking with recent years. Maybe that was because of the way he'd been acting towards the customers. Snippy and cold.
"You've been lacking lately. I'm sorry, but you're fired."
"Oh not as sorry as you're going to be."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
BEEP.
Meanwhile, Chuck and Thom were gathering up their things and getting ready to collect their pay. Everyone else had already left. For the last two weeks the two were slaving to Richard and his wife the Rule Book, waiting for when they had enough money. But the rules were getting so ridiculous, they had to leave their Flight Rings back at HQ, which they accomplished by threatening to tell everyone about Brainy and Garth's vids of the Legion gals, and in Brainy's case, Invisible Kid. Of course, they kept them today, the last day, and Richard didn't know.
"Can you believe this store is barely doing any business?" Chuck asked.
"Kids don't play with their toys anymore. Most kids just want, I don't know, 4D video games or VR equipment." Thom sadly told him as the two
"And the ones who still buy toys only do it because of how much more money they can get because of their worth as 'collectors items.' Chuck grimaced. Not even Thom and himself collected action figures, and they were two of the biggest geeks in the Legionnaire, something they were proud of. I mean, what is this, high school? They were going over what they were going to get Lu and Nura, when, the lights out.
"Ah grife, now what?"
"Hello? Anyone?"
There was a bump.
"Richard? That you?"
"I'm really wishing we had our flight rings." Chuck said, scared.
"Why?"
"Because this is just like that part in Toy Shop Massacre Part IX when the masked killed bludgeons the unsuspecting hot guy to death with a Tickle-Me-Elmo doll."
"I'm touched by your concern but no one's gonna kill me." Thom said. Chuck was going to correct him, when...
"Oh look. It's a Betty Booper doll." Thom pointed. The two turned to a little doll at their feet. The doll turned it's head to them.
"Give me a hug!" The little doll asked in a sweet and innocent voice, before it's mouth opened so wide and out popped six different lasers, a buzz saw, and a flame thrower.
"AND DIE!"
Chuck and Thom blanked.
"…they don't show that in the commercials."
…
The two slowly backed up into the open before running like crazy from the killer doll. They tried to reach the doors in the dark, but they were welded shut. Then, they heard a noise. A sound of pitter-pattering feet. They slowly turned, fear on their faces, and saw an entire army of toys, all looking malicous and thirsty for blood. And they were led by one man.
"Oh! It's..." Thom forgot his name.
"Carl! Carl Drexler!" Carl told them.
"Why are you doing this?" Thom asked.
"How'd you get them to move on their own?" Chuck asked.
Carl picked up a Sailor Moon doll and showed it's backside. There was a red beeping chip placed on it. All the toys had them. The store was his life, and he was responsible for checking them as they came in. Helps when you graduate with a master's degree from all Ivy League schools and Colu Tech.
"You see these toys? These toys are meant to make children happy. They're meant to be played with, to be scratched, to have pieces replaced with Legos and Barbie doll arms."
"Kids still do that." Thom told him.
"Someone's been hitting the crazy sauce." Chuck made a drinky motion.
"And Combusta-Action Bane is going to be hitting YOU!" Carl cried. In a few seconds, an action figure of Bane had Chuck in a death grip. Before Thom could do anything, he was ambushed by the Justice League. Elongated Man wrapped around his neck and Doctor Light provided a blinding light show. Chuck was brought to his knees by the Secret Six and a barrage of Batman actions figures. Carl watched on in glee as the toys went in for the kill, when they were all forced back by Thom's power.
"I am sick of the rampant greed during this season. Children, they don't play with toys, they don't do anything! They're greedy little monsters, adults in pint-sized bodies who sneer and destroy toys and games the minute they get them. They aren't happy with anything!"
"Blah blah blah, Mister Grinch." Chuck told him.
"And the ones who do buy them, the forty-year old shut-in's who live in basements and buy them because of their 'collector's value'! I HATE IT!"
"So what're you going to do?" Thom mockingly asked.
"Destroy everything."
"That's stupid!" The two said together. "Toys were meant to make people happy!" Thom said. "But instead you're going to use them to kill?!" Chuck cried.
"I can think of one toy that wasn't meant to make people happy. Ever heard of Monster Blood?"
"Uh-oh."
"RUN!"
The two tried to keep ahead of a green tidal wave of Monster Blood sucking up everything in it's path, but then they had to deal with the planes, ships, Gundams, and fearie dolls that were laying siege in the air.
"MAMA! MAMA!"
"CAN YOU SPELL 'DIE'?"
"DESTROY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR! DESTROY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!"
"HEY HEY!"
"EAT MY SHORTS!"
"BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS!"
"They're everywhere!" Thom shouted.
"Yeah, I noticed." Chuck said.
Thom used his gravity powers to make most of the stuff sink into the Monster Blood, but the green goop sent out tendrils of slime to try and suck the two out. Chuck barely missed it by turning back into his ball form and Thom hid behind him, using his powers to take out the airborne projectiles.
"I've got a plan." Chuck said.
"Thank God. What?" Thom hollered over the noise.
"It's kinda last ditch."
"What?" Thom desperately cried.
"You think we can find any toys that don't have the chips in them?" Chuck asked.
"Maybe." Thom said.
"We gotta distract these guys."
"Gotcha." Thom said. "HEY EVERYONE! CARL SAID TEDDY RUXPIN CAN KISS HIS ASS!"
...
"Are we clear?"
The toys nodded their head at their leader, Carl.
"NOW MARCH!"
After much pleading, Carl was able to convince the toys that he was not the one who said such a thing. He marched down the aisles, the toys destroying anything in their path, until they stopped. Carl had ordered them to. They listened, and they heard the two who got away around the bend.
"NOW D-"
"Do you mind?! We are trying to play here."
Carl stopped. He looked down
"Wait. You two… play with these toys?"
"Yeah. We think they're the coolest."
Carl stopped for a minute. There they were, playing with the toys. His eyes began to water as he shut them down. Until...
"FREEZE DIRTBAG!"
Chuck and Thom didn't even notice the Science Police come in. Behind them, was Richard, holding the remote that activated the silent alarm. He was hiding in the crawl space under his desk.
"But, but-" Carl stuttered as they handcuffed him.
"You're going away for a long time, meatbag."
"Well it looks like you two saved the store." Richard said to the two.
"I guess we did." Thom said.
"But you broke so many rules you're going to be-"
"DIE!" They pounced on him.
Minutes later, Chuck and Thom were on their way home and Richard was on his way to the Coma Ward.
"I didn't know we were capable of that." Chuck said.
"I just kept hitting him, and hitting him, and hitting him..." Thom said, pale as a sheep with fear.
"I think this is a clump of his hair." Chuck held up a clump of greasy black hair.
"I don't think that came from his head." Thom told him.
"Eeww!!"
"What are we going to do with the girls? We still don't have gifts!" Thom said.
"There's only one thing left to do."
"What's that?"
"Improvise. I'll see you later." Chuck said as he flew off to a 99 Cent Store. Thom mulled over the idea to improvise, as he looked up at the stars, and got an idea.
…
"Wow. So all it took him was saying two teenage boys playing with action figures."
It was Christmas morning, and Chuck was with Lu in the kitchen area. Chuck was going through the breakfast all three Lus had made for him.
"It helps to be in touch with your inner nerd." Chuck advised.
"That is touchingly pathetic." Lu said.
"So look, Trip, I know I promised you I was gonna get you a really great gift, but-"
"Bouncy, the fact that you took on that sad, deranged freak without your powers just to get me something is more then enough."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh, cool. Then I can get my money back on this."
"Izzat…?" She said as she divided. He held up three necklaces on bronze chains, each containing a small jewel. Very small. It might've been costume jewelry.
"One for each of us?" Orange Lu asked.
"Your birthstone. Right? Did I get it right?" Chuck worried.
"Shut up and kiss me, big guy." And the three glomped him.
…
"Thom, stop. The very fact that you risked your neck is more than enough."
Later that night, Thom was leading Nura out to the observation deck.
"I thought you would say that, so…" Thom started. Garth passed them by.
"Hey Dreamy, take a look outside."
"What's he-" Nura asked, before she looked up in the night sky and the words writing out in the celestail bodies.
I LOVE NURA NAL.
"It took me all day. Merry Christmas." Thom said.
THUMP.
"You like it Dreamy? Dreamy?"
She didn't reply.
"Nura?" He looked down and there she was, passed out.
"I got this." Garth said. "CLEAR!" And sent an electrical shock through Nura's body so bad she jumped into Thom's arms.
"LOVE YOU FOREVER!!"
…
It was near the end of the day, after dinner. In the longue, Lu was in Chuck's lap and Nura was in Thom's lap, asleep. They flashed each other a thumb's-up.
"Nice."
…
"Did that help? I guess, when it comes down to it, girlfriends can be pretty understanding during the holi-"
BANG! BANG!
"STEWART!"
On the left, Mari, Vixen, came marching in. On the right, in came Shayera, Hawkgirl, her mace charged. Both could rip Superman's face off with the mood they were in.
"Girls!" John said nervously.
Mari and Shayera advanced on him after kicking, or beating, the doors on the other side of the room down. They surrouned him. Mari was the first to voice her complaint.
"MACE POLISH?! What the HELL am I going to do with-" Mari started.
"A book of South African folk poetry?! When did I say I wanted a-"
The two stopped when they were right up close to John, and they saw one another with their gifts in hand.
"Oh I get it. The gifts were mixed up."
"I got what you were going to get…" Shayera said.
"And vice versa."
All three started laughing. "Yes, it's all a misunderstanding." John said.
WHACK!
He was sent flying across the room. The two were angry again. "MACE POLISH?! That was the best you could do?!" Shayera yelled. Mari was leafing through the book and scowled. "This is the same book I lent you last month! Unbelievable." "Jerk." Shayera said. "Totally. You want some eggnog?" Mari asked as she agreed. "You know it." And the two lovers of John Stewart left the room. Minutes later, the Huntress and Question entered. Huntress walked over to John, while the Question was just... staring at nothing.
"Uh, G.L.?" She poked him.
"Happy Arbor Day, one and all!" John happily exclaimed before passing out.
"I see you." Was all the Question said.
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07. Nutcracker Nightmare: Director's Cut
