Chapter 1

The moment Ken regained consciousness, he asked for Jun.

"Where is she?" he cried. "I want to see my wife!"

The administrator shook his head. He looked a lot like Dr. Nambu, and apparently was some kind of relation. His name was Chief… Chief Anderson.

"I'm sorry, Ken." he said sorrowfully. "Jun underwent the cryogenic freezing process one month after you and Joe did. She decided that she couldn't wait to see you. Galactor activity had dwindled to nothing, and Dr. Nambu decided that the risk to the Free World of having her frozen was negligible."

"Unfortunately…" the mustached man continued, "the timers on her freezing device were set incorrectly, and she woke up twenty years after she was put to sleep, instead of forty. We were going to put her back to sleep, when we discovered that she was pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Ken felt himself becoming faint.

"Yes…" Chief Anderson confirmed. "We decided that it was too dangerous to risk the freezing process again while she was expecting, so Jun had the baby before resetting herself for another twenty years of cryogenic sleep. She's due to wake up in about nine months."

"I want to see her!" Ken demanded.

"Calm down, Ken." Joe said. "Jun's alive, and she'll be with us in nine months, In the meantime, you're a swinging bachelor again!" Joe grinned. Ken had definitely been a lot more fun as a swinger.

"Jun is my wife!" Ken growled through gritted teeth. "I am not a swinger anymore Joe, so just get your mind off of that idea. I will not shag anyone but my wife! Dig?"

"But you're horny, just thinking of her, aren't you?" Joe drawled.

Ken grimaced. Joe knew him too well.

They were led to one of the many non-descript cryogenic sleeping capsules. Ken put his hand on the glass and melted away the top layer of ice so that he could see Jun's face.

"Soon, Baby." he whispered, "Soon we'll be together again."

"Speaking of babies…" Joe grinned, "Whatever happened to it?"

Ken's head snapped up. He had forgotten about the baby in his concern for Jun.

"She was raised by Jinpei and Ryu." Chief Anderson explained. "Jun felt that she could entrust them with the care of her child."

"She?" Ken exclaimed. "I have a daughter?"

"Yes." Anderson confirmed. "In fact, she works for us. You'll meet her shortly."

"What about Jinpei and Ryu?" Joe asked.

"Unfortunately, they were killed a couple of years ago in a mysterious fishing accident." the Chief said, shaking his head. "They fell into the water and were swarmed by mutated, ill-tempered sea bass."

"Sounds like the work of Galactor!" Ken cried.

"We thought the same thing." Anderson confirmed. "We have had 7-Zark-7 tracking the Big Boy Mecha constantly since that time. We believe it landed somewhere in Nevada only two days ago."

"7-Zark-7?" Joe asked. The name was strange, and unfamiliar.

"7-Zark-7 is the robot that mans our Center Neptune Station." the Chief explained. "He monitors the planetary systems around Earth for signs of trouble."

"This future will take some getting used to…" Ken shook his head.

"Let me introduce you to the rest of your team." Anderson chuckled, guiding them into a small room and inviting them to sit down.

Ken and Joe sank into the proffered chairs.

"We've undergone some changes in the past forty years." the Chief explained. "About ten years ago we became the subject of hostile activities from a planet known as Spectra. It seems that the remaining Galactor members fled Earth after Katse froze himself, and populated this planet. Now they are using it as a base to attack the Earth. When Dr. Nambu passed away eight years ago, I was made Chief of Intergalactic Security in his place."

"So Katse went and got himself an evil planet… and all while he was flying around, frozen in space." Ken mused.

"Heavy… Sounds like we'll have to blow it up with a few Super GMs!" Joe rubbed his hands gleefully.

"Unfortunately, even Super Groovy Missiles lack the power to eradicate an entire planet." Anderson replied. "And even if they could, there are innocent civilians on that planet who do not deserve to be obliterated."

"They need to be free to live in peace, love and grooviness, eh, Chief?" Jason winked. "I think I could spread some of that around…."

"Seems being frozen for forty years hasn't made you any less horny either." Ken smirked.

"We will still have a ninja team to combat the evil of Galactor… now Spectra." the Chief continued, disregarding Ken and Joe's commentary, "although we have changed its name to Groovy-Force… G-Force for short."

"I'll be happy to show the shagadelic Spectran birds some 'groovy force'." Joe drawled.

"Oh, behave!" Ken laughed.

"We've kept the team to three members." Anderson added. It was obviously taking an enormous effort for him to ignore the behavior of his two newest agents. "In anticipation that you two would join."

"Sign me up, Chief!" Ken said. "That's what we're here for!"

"I didn't get frozen for nothing! Dig?" exclaimed Joe.

"Good. I'm glad that's settled." Anderson said. "But there is one thing…"

"What's that?" Ken asked.

"We're going to have to change your names." the Chief replied. "We want to keep your existence in this timeframe a secret for as long as we can. Starting now, you will be known as Mark Turner." he nodded at Ken.

"Mark, Turn-Her over and have a good time." Joe snickered.

"And you will be known as Jason Danger Powers." finished Anderson in a strained voice. He really couldn't comprehend how Nambu had been able to accomplish anything with these two.

"So… Danger is my middle name?" the Condor grinned.

"You should start using your new names immediately. From now on you are Mark and Jason, collectively known as Team MoJo."

Mark and Jason sniggered, while Chief Anderson rolled his eye. Oh, how his patience was about to be tested.

"Now, let me introduce you to the final member of your team." Anderson said, opening a door. Mark gasped as Jun entered.

"But… you said Jun would be frozen for another nine months!" he cried.

"This isn't Jun." smirked Anderson, pleased to have, at least momentarily, gotten a leg up on these two reckless young men.

"Pleased to meet you… Dad." grinned the Jun-look-alike, holding out her hand. "I'm Princess."

The Eagle looked as if he were going to keel over from shock.

"Well, isn't this a fascinating surprise." drawled the Condor.

"Likewise, I'm sure…" replied Princess flirtatiously, looking him up and down. "It's going to be a pleasure working with you… Jason." She slowly ran her tongue along her lower lip.

Apparently she liked what she saw.

"I'll bet she shags like a minx!" Jason elbowed Mark.

"That's my daughter you're talking about!" yelled Mark, a vein throbbing at his temple.

"Even better, then…" smirked the Condor.

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The evil Big Boy mecha was finally buried. Katse couldn't believe how long it had taken his idiot minions to cover it up. Had he come to the future only to find incompetence?

Never mind. While he had decoy soldiers attacking the Earth from Spectra, he would establish a new secret evil headquarters here in Nevada. No one would ever know that he was now operating an evil plan for world domination from within… not until the time was right.

He would re-invent himself as Earth's new leader. Now that the Groovy Ninja Team was gone, there was no one to stop him. He cackled maniacally as he walked into his evil conference room.

Slowly, the purple-garbed evil one surveyed the captains seated around the evil conference table. At the position to his right was his evil sister, Frau Mala. She looked as if she hadn't aged a day in the last forty years. At his left was Cronus, his Number Two. Although he looked much older, his evil black eyepatch remained the same.

Katse sat down, reaching for Mr. X and placing it in his lap. He absently stroked the deformed bird's head with a purple-gloved hand as he began to speak.

"Greetings!" Katse called to the assembly. "I have returned, and am to begin my life's purpose anew!"

The captains oohed and ahhed appreciatively.

"From this day forth, I shall be known as… Dr. Zoltar…" he grinned evilly. "Those who are loyal to me, and prove themselves worthy, shall have their just rewards. Those who only give me failure…" he glared at two of the captains at the end of the table, "will be dealt with appropriately."

Swiftly, he pressed an evil red button at his fingertips and the evil chairs in which the two captains were sitting tilted backward, depositing the men through magically appearing evil trapdoors into fiery pits beneath.

"And now that we understand each other…" he smiled, "Let's discuss my evil plan."

"We are waiting, Doktor." Frau Mala said expectantly.

"In three days, the nation of Utoland will be transporting a nuclear weapon to the new city of Jutland. We will… liberate… the weapon, and threaten to launch it into the Earth's mantle unless the Federation agrees to pay us…" he held an evil purple pinky to his glossy lip, "one million dollars!"

The faces around the table stared at him in shocked silence. They were obviously impressed with his evil plan.

Number Two coughed politely.

"Uh, Dr. Zoltar…" Cronus said quietly.

"What is it?" Zoltar whirled in his chair toward his minion, his fist clenching a handful of Mr. X's feathers. The bird squawked in protest. "Look what you made me do!" he growled evilly.

Number Two's face paled, but he continued.

"One million dollars just isn't that much money anymore." he explained. "Why, construction of your evil secret headquarters alone, will cost at least two billion dollars."

"I see…" muttered Zoltar. "Why didn't anyone inform me of this? I've been frozen for the last forty years! Out of the loop! Throw me a frickin' bone here, people!"

"All right…" he continued angrily, "We will threaten to launch it into the Earth's mantle unless the Federation agrees to pay us…" again he held the evil purple pinky to his glossy lip, "one hundred billion dollars!"

The captains around the table smiled and nodded their evil approval.

He didn't need their approval. He was Dr. Zoltar, greatest evil mind of all time!

"You love, me, don't you Mr. X?" he murmured to the evil pet in his lap. Mr. X gave a throaty twirp in response.

"Doktor," Frau Mala interrupted his evil communion with the bird-like creature, "ve haf some news for you."

"What is it?" asked Zoltar.

"Do you remember ven you were preparing to be frozen, you gave us a sample of your semen, and told us to create offspring if you never returned?" Mala asked.

"Yes…" Zoltar could see where this was headed.

"Vell, ve couldn't vait…" she admitted, embarrassed. "About twelve years ago, ve created your son."

"I have a son?" Zoltar exclaimed. Mr. X fell off of his evil lap with a loud squawk as the purple leader stood up in excitement.

"Yes… but…" Mala said hesitantly…

"But?" Zoltar screamed, "Why is there always a but?"

"The boy has a speech impediment… korrectable… but it hasn't been fixed… yet."

"Where is the boy?" Zoltar asked evilly.

A door opened to reveal a bucktoothed youth with a mop of messy, brown hair.

"Brrt… who the… doot… heck… are you?" he asked, squinting at Zoltar.

"I'm your Dad, son!" cried Zoltar. "I'm Dr. Zoltar!"

"Brrt… absent father? Doot… not what I need!" the boy sniffed.

"Keyop!" Frau Mala hissed, "Show your fazer more respekt!"

"Come here, son!" Zoltar insisted, "Give me a hug!" He held out his purple arms.

"Brtt… get away from me… creep!" Keyop cried, dodging Zoltar's attempts to embrace him. "Don't touch me!"

He dashed from the room.

"It vill take time…" Mala reassured her brother.

"He had better come around…" Zoltar muttered, "Or else…"