Meauxst, Dr Combeforrible's evil henchman, entered the lab, interrupting and ending his song.

"Hey Doc," he greeted, waving weakly.

"Meauxst!" said the Dr, turning off the camera and spinning in his chair to face his friend slash henchman slash roommate. "My evil, moisture buddy. What's going on?"

"Life of crime," he answered. "Got your mail."

He handed Dr Combeforriblle a stack of soggy mail then headed over to the couch to sit down.

"Hey, didn't you, uh, didn't you go on a date last night?" said Comboferrible, trying to make conversation. "Courfayrict Diamond told me you were doubling with Joly'N'Chetta."

"Yeah…" he answered softly.

"Yeah?"

"It was alright," he continued, "I kinda thought I was supposed to end up just with Joly, but…"

"I hear ya," Combeforrible laughed. "I saw Eponine today."

"You talk to her?"

"So close. I'm just a few weeks away from real, audible, connection." His face lit up as he sorted the mail, "Oh my god!"

"Is that from the League?"

"It's from him," he breathed, holding up the letter and looking at the horseshoe seal. "That's his seal, isn't it?"

"The leader! Oh my god!" Meauxst gasped.

"I got a letter from Bad Javorse…"

"That's so hardcore," Meauxst said. "Bad Javorse is like, a legend, man. He rules the League with an iron fist… hoof… yeah… I'm not lucky enough to get one of those. Are you sure you wanna…?"

The Bad Javorse Chorus appears, three strapping young men who looked very European in their Western getup (except for member Jehan had a flowery pink cowboy hat). Combeforrible mouthed the words as he read them, but the chorus sang them loud and clear:

"Bad Javorse
Bad Javorse
Bad Javorse

He rides across the nation
The thoroughbred of sin
He got the application
That you just sent in

It needs evaluation
So let the games begin
A heinous crime, a show of force
A murder would be nice of course

Bad Javorse
Bad Javorse
Bad Javorse
He's Bad

The Evil League of Evil
Is watching so beware
The grade that you receive
Will be your last we swear

So make the Bad Javorse gleeful
Or he'll make you his mare...

You're saddled up
There's no recourse
It's Hi-Ho Silver
Signed, Bad Javorse!"

The Chorus cleared their throats and left out the door, member Enjolras shooting him a thumbs up. An awkward silence filled the air, and Dr Combeforrible straightened the welcome mat with his foot.

"It's not a 'no'," Meauxst pointed out with a shrug.

"Are you kidding?" the villain chuckled, relieved and full of joy, "This is great! I am about to pull a major heist."

"So maje."

"Yes; anyway, you know the Wonderflonium I need for the Freeze Ray? It's being transported tomorrow."

"Armored car?"

Combeforrible grinned smugly. "Courier van."

"Candy from a baby," replied Meauxst, returning the smirk. "You need anything dampened, or made soggy, or…?"

"Thanks, but the League is watching! I must go!"

"Alone?"

"So alone."

Dr Combeforrible strutted to the door and flung it open, proceeding to step outside and slam it proudly. However, no noise was made, because the welcome mat was stuck under the door by the corner. The villain sighed in anguish and reopened the door, bending down and struggling with the welcome mat. After much fumbling, he threw-slash-slid it across the floor. The door was re-slammed, and Meauxst could hear the villain walking down the hall, yelling:

"Damn that mat!"