"You bestial baboon!" Limburger screamed at Greasepit in his office. It had only been a short time since Greasepit and the rest of Limburger's goons had returned to Limburger tower via Karbunkle's transporter machine. After the fire created by Vinnie's flare engulfed Greasepit's clothes, a humiliated Greasepit gave up his effort to retrieve the bodies of Harley and Torque. He decided to return to Chicago empty-handed to face the full wrath of his employer.

Greasepit was clad in only in what resembled an adult diaper. He looked like a horrible, overgrown distortion of Cupid that had been doused in grease. He had the appearance of someone who went down in a dirty chimney and failed to bathe afterward.

"Sorry boss," Greasepit said as he trembled before Limburger. "We'se goons did da best that wes could."

"Well your best wasn't good enough!" Limburger bellowed as he hurled Greasepit across the room. Greasepit crashed against the back wall of Limburger's office, ruining the wallpaper.

"The cost to replace that wallpaper will be deducted from your pay," Limburger angrily told Greasepit.

"I don't get paid boss," Greasepit mumbled, his mouth filled with his own grease.

"Oh Lawrence, must you be so hard on that poor dumb creature?" Alexa Colby asked with pseudo-sympathy as she entered her ex-husband's office. Like Limburger, she also masqueraded as a human in order to blend in with earth's populace. Unlike Limburger, her human disguise was an attractive one. In Denver, she was known as a wealthy socialite/real estate magnate who lived la dolce vita. As usual, she was dressed in the finest designer clothing. She wore millions of dollars worth of jewelry. She was flanked on either side by two huge bodyguards who seemed to be built of pure muscle.

"Alexa!" Limburger exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"Whatever I want to Lawrence," Alexa replied with unrestrained bravado. "I came here to tell you what a fool you are. Did you honestly think that you could purchase the bulk of Mace's estate on Plutopia without me finding out?"

Alexa knew that Mace had one of the finest collections of precious stones in the galaxy. When she learned on a tabloid Plutarkian TV show that Mace's estate had been confiscated and would be auctioned off by the Plutarkian government, she did not hesitate to send her assistants to Plutopia to bid on his property.

At the auction, Alexa's assistants spotted Limburger winning bids for the some of the most expensive assets that Mace owned. They quickly contacted her via vidcom and told their boss what her ex-husband was up to."

"You went to Plutopia in secret thinking that you could buy property without me knowing about it so that I couldn't get it. You thought that you would be able to buy it and sell it quickly and make a huge profit."

"However, you failed, as you usually do, in recognizing the fact that I am your intellectual superior. I know every trick in your dirty little book," Alexa said condescendingly to Limburger.

"I know all about you bribing members of the Plutarkian police force. Could you imagine my shock in learning that my ex-husband was involved in something as unethical as bribing members of Plutarkian law enforcement?" Alexa said to Limburger as she feigned innocence, her hand placed over her heart.

"It isn't as if you haven't done the same thing," Limburger retorted. "The only reason that I bribed those police was to get that repulsive rodent Mace put in prison so that I could continue my efforts to capture those Martian mice escapees unchallenged."

"What a shame that all of that hard dishonest work will go to waste," Alexa said. "For you see Lawrence, you soon will be joining your friend Mace in a Pluarkian jail cell."

"Oh Karbunkle, where are you dear?" Alexa called out sweetly to the mad scientist. Karbunkle soon came into Limburger's office, a smile on his face.

"What is it your dairy delightfulness?" Karbunkle said to Alexa.

"Karbunkle, what in the name of Plutark is going on here?" A confused Limburger asked the sycophant scientist.

"Come on Lawrence, you can't possibly be that dumb," Alexa said to Limburger in disbelief. Everyone knows that Karbunkle can be brought and sold like stocks on Wall Street. All I had to do was offer him more money than you, and he agreed to sell you out. For the past few years, Karbunkle has been helping me create false evidence that will make the Plutarkian government believe that you have been misappropriating the funds given to you by Plutark. According to us, you have been using the money for your own personal use instead of using it to help destroy earth. I just came from taking the evidence to the high chairman. He's going to see to it that you get the book thrown at you."

"Officers!" Alexa called out. "Collar him!" A group of Plutarkian officers appeared out of thin air and grabbed Limburger."

"No!" Limburger cried. "I can't go to prison; I have too many enemies there!"

One of the officers mashed a button on a small device that he held in his hand. The officers and Limburger soon disappeared.

"Bye-bye." Karbunkle said as he waved goodbye where his former employer had stood only a few seconds earlier.