Sorry it took longer to upload this one... If you haven't seen it, I had a little *trip* to Six Flags last week... Met Flash and GL... It was fun, but it slowed the Little League down a bit. The trip did give inspiration to a 5 chapter ficlet... rather pointless ficlet, but funny. I posted it, if you haven't read it yet. ;)

Hope you enjoy the most recent installment of Justice Little League! Big changes to the plot coming up soon!

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Alfred had breakfast on the table by the time Bruce stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Clark was already up, a bowl of cold cereal half-eaten in front of him.

"I took the liberty of resuming your childhood schedule, Master Bruce. Would you care for cereal, or would an egg be more to your liking this morning?" Alfred looked over at the young-yet-not-so-young boy in the doorway. "Or perhaps just a glass of orange juice?"

"I slept… through… the night." Bruce's voice held a note of shock. "What happened overnight?"

"Nothing, sir. I would have woken you if there had been any alerts. It was a quiet night…" he paused, thinking of the noise from upstairs the evening before… "criminally speaking."

"So…You have any plans for us this morning?" Clark spoke around a spoonful of cereal. "Or are we just going to hang out till we figure out how to reverse the spell?"

Bruce pulled out a chair across from him and sat down, grabbing a bowl from the center of the table. He poured it full of cereal and sloshed milk into it, grunting at the unexpected challenge that the gallon jug of milk presented. He ate in silence for a few minutes, ignoring the question. He'd slept all night. It was morning.

"Riiight… we'll just hang out, then." Clark said to himself. He imitated Bruce, deepening his voice. "'Oh yes, Clark, as a matter of fact, I thought we'd sit and stare at each other all day.'" His voice took a higher, more natural tone. "'Sounds good, Bruce. Maybe we could play video games, too… Maybe later on this week we could go to the theme park! I'll make sure and tell everyone…'" His voice trailed off as Bruce glared at him over the table.

A thought presented itself in the mind of the World's Greatest Detective. "Well, if you want to go that bad…"

***

"We're going to Funseyland!" Wally zipped in circles around the assembled Justice League. They were all sitting around the kitchen table, Wally being the last to join them and, thus, the last to learn the news. "I knew it! I knew it! This is going to be so fun! That's probably why it was named 'Funseyland' in the first place! They've got a zoo, and a train that you can ride around the park, and a Merry-Go-Round, and a big castle with a moat and everything! They've got all those carnival games where you throw stuff and win prizes..." He paused, skidding to a stop next to Bruce. "Why are we going to Funseyland?"

"Because that's where we defeated Mordred. I'm hoping to find some clues- preferably a shard of the Amulet of First Magic. Clark, John, and Diana all need to come with me, because they were there when we fought him, and will remember where to look."

"But will we get to ride the rides? And go into the zoo? What about the roller coaster?"

Bruce sighed in exasperation. "Finding evidence is our first priority. Etrigan destroyed the Amulet- hopefully we'll find some traces of it. Once that's done, then yes, Wally, you can ride rides."

"Yes!" Wally pumped a fist in the air.

"What about Etrigan?" Diana asked. "We can't just bring him with us."

"I'll stay," Shayera offered. "We need to lay low, and these," she said, spreading her wings, "are a dead giveaway. Good luck finding the shard, guys."

"I, too, will stay at the Manor. I think I've found a lead in my research, and would like to follow it in relative peace." J'onn held up a book of medieval literature. "If I may, I'd like to use the Batcomputer and its extensive databanks for more specific research."

"Sounds good, J'onn. Let me know what you find out." Bruce looked over at Alfred. "If you'd drive us there, and act as the adult supervising a group of children…"

"No one would suspect anything. Very good, sir. Would you like me to prepare the Mercedes?"

Bruce paused for a moment. They were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible- a pricier car would just attract attention. As if reading his mind, Clark spoke up. "You got a minivan?"

***

About an hour later, Alfred pulled up to the Manor in a brand new Dodge Caravan. "Will this one do, Master Bruce?" he asked, stepping out to open the sliding door. "I will say, though, it's a bit on the inexpensive side, for you."

"It's perfect, Alfred." The five were waiting at the door, dressed for a day at Funseyland. Rather, four were waiting at the door- Wally was running around the house in excitement, and had simply paused at the door when the minivan had arrived. They piled in, vying for preferred seats.

"Shotgun!" John hollered out, flying for the passenger seat.

Wally zipped there before he could arrive, though. "Not if I'm here first!"

"Hey!"

"Both of you, to the back. Now." Diana said, pointing at the back bench. "I'm the only girl coming- I should sit up front."

Clark held up his hands, backing away from the arguing three. "I really don't care who sits up front. It's Bruce's car. Let him choose."

"Whatever. I don't care."

"Actually, none of you are able to sit in the front," Alfred said from the driver's seat. He pointed at the sign on the passenger visor. No children under 12 years of age, it said. "Airbag danger, Master Bruce."

"What?!" Wally was clearly frustrated. "I'm not under 12!"

***

A very frustrated Alfred pulled the minivan up to the window at the entrance to the theme park. Wally bounced in the backseat, chanting "Funseyland! Funseyland!" over and over. And over. And over. He'd been chanting ever since the sign for the park came into view. Alfred stared straight through the front window of the car, muttering something under his breath about finding a way to silence a hyperactive child. Bruce gave him a sympathetic look as Wally stopped bouncing long enough to take a breath.

A bored park employee leaned out of the window at the ticket booth. "Fifteen dollars for parking, mister." A twenty was slapped into his hand and Alfred continued into the parking lot. Wally shouted in excitement.

"QUIET!" Diana yelled over Wally's din. "THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Wally sat still, amazingly, looking slightly frightened.

"We're here because we're looking for clues on how to turn us back to adults," she said, turning in her seat to face the back, giving the fastest child alive a look rivaling the Batglare. "We fought a HUGE battle here, defeating Mordred, but then Morgan went back on her word and kept us as kids. I know you want to ride the rides and all, and I'm glad you're having fun, Wally, really I am. But I've had it up to HERE!"

Alfred pulled the car into a parking spot and turned the car off. Diana had said just what he'd wanted to say, but still… he glanced at Wally through the rearview mirror. The small redhead looked close to tears as he took a shuddering breath. Alfred sighed and dragged a hand through his almost non-existent hair. The shimmer of a tiny teardrop slipped from Wally's eye and slid down his cheek, causing the aging butler to come to a decision.

"Master Wally."

"Uh huh?" The boy rubbed his eyes, pretending he wasn't crying.

"How about you and I go to the rides as the others search for clues? We can always rejoin them after one turn on the merry-go-round." Mentally, Alfred wondered if he had lost all sanity. The look on Wally's face convinced him that he had not. Million-Dollar-Smile did not begin to describe the boy's grin.

***

"Alright," Bruce said, after the four parted ways from Alfred and Wally, "we're looking for anything- anything- that could be a shard from the amulet. We'll start out at the castle and move in enlarging circles from there."

John and Clark nodded as Diana spoke for them. "Sounds good... Are we teaming up?" she asked with a smile.

"No." Her face fell at his immediate answer. "We'll cover more ground if we separate."

"You want me to use my ring to search?" John asked, holding up his fist, showing the ring in question.

"Not if anyone's nearby. We're keeping a low profile."

"Aww… alright then."

"Any more questions?" Bruce looked from one to the other.

"Can we go yet?" Clark asked, smiling. He led the way towards the imposing castle that towered over the park. The others fell into step behind him, looking for all the world like four friends out for a day at the theme park.

At the castle, they stood in the exact spot where Etrigan had destroyed the amulet. No trace of the battle from the day previous was evident. That included no trace of the amulet. It was as if it had never existed. John lit his ring after looking around to see if anyone nearby, and seeing few people. "Cover me, guys… if anyone sees this, we've blown it!"

"Just hurry," Bruce answered.

A quick nod prefaced a quick scan. John's face was contorted into a frown of concentration as he lit the ground with his ring, searching for any scrap of the magical gem. After about thirty seconds, he stopped scanning and looked back at his friends. "Nothing."

Bruce sighed. "We'll have to do this the old-fashioned way, then. Everybody spread out."

They walked out in ever-widening circles, four faces staring intently at the ground. Occasionally, one of them would kneel down, investigating something of interest, but always standing again and continuing the perusal of the paving stones.

Wally and Alfred found them just as the four met back at their starting point. Four faces stared, frustrated, at each other. Alfred broke the silence. "I take it we'll not be getting any information from the amulet, then?" he asked, as Wally kicked at the ground, having learned his lesson about talking when Diana had that look.

"We found nothing. Not even a trace. Not a sliver. Not a speck of DUST!" Clark stomped his foot in frustration, causing the ground they stood on to shudder.

Something caught Wally's eye, and he squatted down, brushing at the dirt that had just been disturbed.

"I can't understand why, though." John looked around, frustrated as well. "The amulet didn't disintegrate- it exploded. We all saw it. There should be some trace."

"Like this?" Wally held up a tiny sliver of purple.

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I felt really bad doing that to Wally... but he redeemed himself. Don't be too mad at me. I think they're all getting on each other's nerves at this point.