After a night on the town, Hank and Tandy made their way out to the streets. They scarcely noticed the figure who rode the crowd out with them until he danced up to them, blocking their path.

He was a small figure, not even five feet tall, and had the appearance of a mobile doll. His skin, which appeared to be cloth, was a dark brown, his hair was long black braids with a silver braid coming from the center of his forehead, his clothes (which appeared to be made out of the same substance as his skin) were deep red and green with a seemingly abstract emblem stitched onto his chest. His movements were loose and gangly. "Erzulie and Ogoun!" he sang at them, "I would recognise you anywhere!"

The couple looked at one another in dismay. The unfamiliar names made their heads spin ... and somehow they sensed he was addressing their alter egos. "Yipes!" the mysterious figure said as they each grabbed an arm and hustled them into their car.

The figure bounced around in the back seat. "Thank you thank you Erzulie and Ogoun, there was bad petro in that place, so much noise, so much fighting!"

Tandy turned to look at him. "What ... who are you? Why do you keep calling us that?"

The figure preened, "I'm Brother Power the Voodoo Geek of course, the Living Voodoo Doll, come back to remake the planet by spreading groovy juju. And you're Erzulie and Ogoun ... love and war."

Tandy opened her mouth, "First off, our names are ... crap!" She was distracted by a small explosion. Hank pulled the car over quickly as they saw a group of men in black suits run out of a nearby building. He looked at Tandy. "Do you think it's them? The 'Mr. Men'?"

Their passenger blinked, "Your names are crap?"

She stared, "The Ditkators, er, Diktators, whatever they called themselves? I think so." She turned back to address the living voodoo doll again. "Ok, Brother Voodoo, our names are Erzulie and Ogoun if you like. Just ... stay here!" Their bodies were briefly illuminated by red and silver, and Hawk and Dagger leapt out of the car to follow the others.

Inside the empty warehouse, Mr. E furrowed his brow. "They're coming ... the ones we encountered in October ... though they look different."

Mr. U cracked his knuckles, "By Neptune's trident, though I have been too long from the ocean, I look forward to a rematch. They took me by surprise last time."

Mr. A nodded, "Alright men, battle formation. Mr. I, you take the watch."

Mr. O readied his flogger as Mr. A and Mr. U took point. Mr. I nodded suddenly, and got the drop on the pair as they entered through a window. The others entered the battle at a furious pace, their numbers starting to tell. Events were broken off as Mr. E let out a wild, animalistic cry.

Mr. A paused, "What did you do to him?"

Dagger said, "I ... I don't know ... "

Mr. E screamed out, "There's someone else ... someone else ... " his words starting to blend together into a terrifying mÈlange of incomprehensible syllables. He fell to the ground and started to buck and thrash. Mr. A shouted, "Don't just stand there, get the man a doctor!" But they all watched, appalled, as the man's clothes unraveled, and reformed in the shape of a familiar manikin. "wwwwWow, that was some trip, man."

Hawk scowled, "I thought we told you to stay in the car."

Brother Power the Voodoo Geek beamed, "Like, I am in the car. I'm also here! Is that the most happenin', or what?" He turned to Dagger, "You look so different, Erzulie. You shine, I used to know a girl who shined like that, she was really special. I like you much better than the way you looked before, that was bad crazy, lady."

Dagger blinked at him, "Why do you say that?"

Mr. I lunged at Brother Power, but had his attack rebuffed by the manikin's flexible body. He and the others piled onto Hawk, as the most dangerous of the pair.

Brother Power said, "So loud and angry, it was like a real bad trip back there. We sang nice songs where I came from."

Dagger looked thoughtful, "Well, it can get pretty loud, but a lot of it is just a return to earlier traditions like garage bands ... it's not really all that different. And the anger is a lot more playful than it looks. Nobody really gets hurt slamdancing. It's not like Jimi Hendrix was quiet!"

"Ack! Dagger!" Hawk desperately battled his business suited foes.

Brother Power turned his head sideways, "We did do a lot of shaking a rattle and beating drums, but that's all big negativity still, they weren't singing about peace and love."

Hawk tried to use Mr. A's armored form as a shield against Mr. U's heavy blows. "Dagger! Help!"

Dagger nodded, "Yeah ... a lot of that innocence has been lost, maybe more's the pity, but ... excuse me .. " She walked up behind Mr. O as he drawing his flogger back to lash into Hawk, grabbing the end of it so hat his hand came down holding empty air. Hawk saw the movement out of his peripheral vision, and delivered a crushing blow to Mr. O's bewildered face. "But the political impulse isn't dead," she continued, "a lot of the Clash Pistol's lyrics talk about racism and social injustice, if you listen to them, and there are lots of segments of the punk movement that are very involved in anarchist theory and social change."

Brother Power danced around, "Maybe ... maybe I can still do something groovy here. I sure miss all my old friends though." He eyed the combatants warily. "Bad mojo here, very very uncool," he blurted, and with surprising strength pushed Mr. A and Mr. U off of Hawk, the impact knocking them unconscious as they crashed against a wall.

Hawk glared at the unconscious pair, panting. Dagger smiled softly, "Friends are important. Why don't we see what we can do."

Hank whispered, "Are you sure this will work?"

Tandy whispered back, "I think so ... if we've done it right."

Brother Power the Voodoo Geek danced around the living room of the apartment, barely able to contain his excitement. "I love surprises, what a cool day!" Hank and Tandy were nervous about getting the manikin past Mr. Garrett's obtrusive eye, but fortunately he was nowhere to be seen.

Finally the door from the bedroom opened. "Ok, are you ready?" Hank said, as if he was presenting a magic trick. Tandy announced, "We are happy to present ... Sister Energy the Voodoo Ditz!"

A small feminine manikin burst into the living room, arms spread wide. "Honey bubbles!" she shouted ecstatically.

"Pookie pie!" Brother Power sang out, and leapt over to give her a huge hug. The two of them walked out of the apartment hand in hand, exchanging devoted glances. Hank and Tandy could practically see the little cartoon hearts floating above their heads.

Hank sighed. "That went better than expected."