Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek: The Next Generation, Superman: The Animated Series, or any of the other characters, shows, comics, books, etc. referenced in this story. All I own is my imagination…though sometimes I wonder if my imagination owns me. Please don't sue me or steal my very strange story. Thanks!

NOTE: Hi everyone! It's April Fools' Day again, and I've had a crazy idea. I wasn't sure if I should write it out or keep the weirdness locked in my head, but I decided to go for it and see what happens. Hope you enjoy my story! :D

Mister Mxyzptlk's Eclectic Enterprise

An April Fools' Day Fic by Rowena Zahnrei

Introduction

"I'm going crazy over here!" Mr Mxyzptlk shouted and waved his arms, stomping up into the air and over the red velvet sofa where a slender young woman in tight, trendy clothes lay on her back with her ankle crossed over her knee, comfortably flipping through a colorful magazine. "Look at me, Gizpy!" he ranted. "I'm tearing my hair out, I'm so bored!"

Bringing his hands to the sides of his bulb-like head, the little imp did literally that, scattering tufts of fluffy white hair that disappeared before they hit the soft, plush carpet.

Ms Gzptlsnz finished with one page and languidly turned to the next. The figures in the photographs seemed to be moving, the faces, fashions and backgrounds shifting as she scanned the text between them.

"You're the one who set the rules this time, Mxy," she reminded her partner, never taking her eyes from her reading. "You told Superman you wouldn't return here unless he got you to paint his portrait in reverse, and he tricked you into doing just that. Those lower-dimensional life forms can be pretty sharp."

"Grr…" Mxyzptlk clenched his fists.

"How is Superman, by the way?" Gzptlsnz inquired conversationally as she turned another page. "And his adorable pal Jimmy Olsen! I haven't seen him in a while."

"Uh uh," the little imp grunted, crossing his arms over his dapper purple suit before sinking down to pace in circles around and around the coffee table. "I'm done fooling with them. Ninety-day probation, remember? That was the deal. Ninety of our days, mind you, not those puny planetary spins that go by in a blink. Here it is, Day One, and already I'm bored out of my skull! What am I going to do!"

Gzptlsnz raised an eyebrow. Slowly, she closed her magazine and sat up. Brushing her curtain of bright red hair behind her ear, she fixed the pacing imp with a fondly amused gaze.

"Well," she said, her voice laced with suggestive warmth. "I could recommend a few—"

"I know!" Mxyzptlk shouted, rising triumphantly into the air. "Ol' Supes and his precious Planet pals aren't the only beings to scurry through the 3rd Dimension! There are more rats in this maze – and more mazes stuffed with rats!" He marched out of the room and up and down a twisting, curling corridor, calling, "Hey, Gizpy! I'll be in the library! Maybe for a couple weeks!"

Gzptlsnz pinched her lips together, then shrugged and lay back again with her magazine, preferring to manipulate probabilities and potential timelines with her imagination than physically involve herself in the lives of lower-dimensional beings.

Mxyzptlk, meanwhile, strode into a vast, multi-tiered space stacked to the brim with color-coded bricks and blocks and slabs of data.

"I'm in the mood for something different," he said as he perused the shelves, floating and bobbing, zipping and teleporting from level to level, subject to subject, until he landed on something that caught his fancy – a numbered, silvery set of what, to the untrained eye, looked a lot like DVDs. That same eye would have seen a long line of paperbacks and comic books neatly arranged along the shelf beside those DVDs, along with a tangential, glowing link labeled 'Fanfiction'. But, Mr Mxyzptlik could see much more.

"Marvelous!" he cried, flipping gleefully through book after book, disk after disk. "Supes and his gang are in an entirely Different Continuum to these beings! No, no, wait... Looks like there's been some crossover here and there. And there. And, what's all this?"

He squinted and frowned, peering more closely at the individual pages.

"So…some other higher dimensional entity's been here first, eh? Look at this - the guy's scribbled all over the margins! Highlighter marks, underlines in pen – how am I expected to read this!"

He tossed the volume over his shoulder, where it landed in the exact space he'd taken it from.

"Oh, whatever. Some inconsiderate oaf may have marked up the source material, but his interests are not Paramount. Not when I've got ninety days of mind-melting boredom in front of me! I'll just go where he went and find out for myself what kind of amusements the 3rd Dimension of this universe can offer a 5th Dimensional imp like me!"

He plucked one of the silvery DVD boxes from the shelf at random and opened it wide, a truly wicked smile spreading over his face. Cackling gleefully, the mischievous imp pressed his hands together in a classic diving pose and jumped right in, shouting, "Starship Enterprise, here I come!"

To Be Continued...

References Include - Superman: The Animated Series, Mxyzpixilated; Jimmy Olsen #52 (April 1964).

I'd keep writing if I didn't have to go do more work but I do have to go do more work so I guess this story will have to have chapters. Oh yeah, and I should find some lunch. I totally forgot to eat lunch...

What do you think so far? Please review! :D