All Our Universes

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Episode 1: "Question The Vixen and The Wonder Woman"

Diana Prince was making a TikTok dance video inside her house on a sunny, humid Saturday morning when she suddenly heard a little girl scream from outside.

Diana: “This sounds like a job for Wonder Woman!”

She took off her glasses, whirled around rapidly, turned into Wonder Woman and immediately crashed through a wall because she was dizzy.

5 minutes later, after she woke up, Wonder Woman ran outside to try and find out why the little girl had screamed. Upon arriving on the scene, she saw
Vixen, a.k.a. Marilyn McCabe.

Wonder Woman: “Vixen!”

Vixen: “Hey, Wonder Woman.”

Wonder Woman: “Hey. I’m surprised you’re in these neck of the woods”

Vixen: “I heard a cat meowing.”

Wonder Woman: “And I heard a girl screaming. Perhaps the girl was screaming because the cat was meowing…which would be a weird reason to scream. Since you’re here, we should team up and work together.”

Vixen: (pointing upward) “Look!”

Wonder Woman followed Vixen’s finger and saw a little girl crouched up in a tree. Down below, there was a cat staring up at the girl.

Vixen: “I’m guessing the girl was screaming because she’s the one stuck in the tree!”

Wonder Woman: “And perhaps the cat was meowing because it feared for the girl’s safety!”

The Question: “That’s what the little girl wants you to think.”

Vixen and Wonder Woman turned around to see The Question staring at them through his faceless mask.

Vixen: “What do you mean?”

The Question: That’s not a little girl. That’s a shapeshifter.”

Wonder Woman: “Get out!”

The Question: “No, I’m serious.”

Wonder Woman: “So am I! Get out of here! This is a team-up between Vixen and myself. Three’s a crowd!”

The Question: “I can’t leave until I dig through the shapeshifter’s garbage. I smell a conspiracy!”

Vixen: “I smell hot dogs two blocks away.”

Wonder Woman: “With relish?”

Vixen: “No, I do not enjoy smelling overheated beagles two blocks away.”

Wonder Woman was about to say something else but thought better of it. Then both she and Vixen ran over to watch The Question poking through garbage.

Wonder Woman: “Victor, how do you know the little girl in the tree is a shapeshifter?”

The Question: “Because I saw her change from an elderly man into a little girl before she climbed that tree.”

Vixen: “Right, right, but where does the cat fit into all of this? Know what? Hold on a minute.”

Vixen ran over to the cat and began meowing. The cat looked up at her, listened intently and then began meowing in reply.

Wonder Woman: “No way.”

The Question: “Way. Not too many people are aware that not only can Vixen mimic the abilities of animals, but she can communicate with them as well. She’s an Animal Whisperer.”

Wonder Woman: “I know what her powers are, thank you very much. It’s just weird to see her actually do it. I’m still trying to figure out what your powers are. Let me guess: the power to dig through trash?”

The Question: “Whatever. You’d be amazed how much information I can find out about someone by what they toss out.”

Vixen returned, and The Question and Wonder Woman looked at her.

Wonder Woman: “So what did the cat say?”

Vixen: “He said, and I quote, “Meow, meow, meow, meow…meow meow. Meow?”

The Question: “True, true…”

Wonder Woman: “Translation?”

Vixen: “The cat basically confirmed what The Question told us about the shapeshifter. And then he asked me to pet him.”

Wonder Woman: “The Question asked you to pet him?”

Vixen: “No, the cat asked me to pet him.”

Wonder Woman: “The cat asked you to pet The Question?”

Vixen nearly ripped her own hair out. “No, the cat wanted to be petted by me.”

Wonder Woman: “So did you?”

Vixen: “What difference does that make?”

The Question: “Right? Talk about nosey.”

Wonder Woman: “Ok, listen you…”

The shapeshifter suddenly jumped out of the tree and landed in front of the trio.

Shapeshifter: “Hey.”

Vixen: “Hey.”

Wonder Woman: “What up, yo.”

The Question tipped his hat and said “Good evening.”

Shapeshifter: “It’s morning.”

The Question: “It’s evening somewhere in the world.”

Shapeshifter: “I mean, I guess…”

Wonder Woman: “Let me ask you a question, shapeshifter-“

The Question: “Whoa whoa whoa, hold up, Wondy, I ask the questions around here, for I am…The Question!” He twirled his trench coat around him and dramatically posed while staring off into the distance. Vixen, Wonder Woman, the shapeshifter and the cat stared off in the same direction to see what The Question was staring at, but they didn’t see anything.

The Question: “So like I was saying, I ask the questions around here. Let me ask you a question, shapeshifter. Why did you scream?”

Shapeshifter: “I don’t want to tell you.”

Vixen: “Please?”

Shapeshifter: “No.”

The Question: “Pretty please, with cherries on top?”

Shapeshifter: “No.”

Wonder Woman: “I ‘ve got this.” She threw her Lasso of Truth around the shapeshifter and waited.

Shapeshifter: (standing tall and alert) “I screamed to prevent the Joker from putting a smile on my face.”

Vixen: “Joker!”

The Question: “Oh no, yall know what this means, right?”

Wonder Woman: “Yes, it means that the Batman will have to be called in because of the Joker being involved in this, and I don’t know about you all, but if I see Batman pop up in just ONE more story…”

Vixen: “Girl, I hear you. I propose we forget this incident ever happened.”

Wonder Woman: “Agreed.”

The Question: “Ditto.”

Vixen: “Well, I gotta run. What’s the American slang? “It’s been real… deuces!” She mimicked the flight of a dragonfly and flew away.

The Question looked at Wonder Woman: “Wanna share an Uber?”

Wonder Woman: “Nah, I’m good.”

The Question shrugged, got into the Uber and immediately began wondering if Uber had been established as a front to hide the resurgence of the Muppets after Scarlet Witch had declared “No More Muppets.”

After The Question departed, Wonder Woman turned around to say something to the shapeshifter, but the shapeshifter was gone. Wonder Woman shrugged, whirled around a few times to turn back into Diana Prince, and then literally skipped back into her house.

The shapeshifter, who had been hiding behind a tree, watched Diana walk back into her house. With a smirk, the shapeshifter transformed back into Mystique, and she ran to tell the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants that Diana Prince was Wonder Woman.

After Mystique left, the cat transformed back into Morph and ran to tell the X-Men that Mystique may be up to no good.

The moment everyone had left the scene, a woman who called herself The Centipede emerged from a parked car and tracked Vixen’s flight with a pair of binoculars. The Centipede vowed to get revenge on Peter Parker er, I mean Marilyn McCabe, even if it was the last thing she ever did…

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Episode 2: “The Centipede Cometh, Somebody’s Teeth Goeth?”

Marilyn Jiwe McCabe, or “Mari” for short, was strutting down the runway during the Victoria’s Secret fashion show when she decided to break out into a dance to give her performance some pizazz. She swung her hips to the right, swung them to the left and then kicked her right leg out. Well, her high-heeled shoe accidentally flew off and hit a female audience member in the mouth.

Female Audience Member: “Owww! Mari McCabe, you just hit me in the mouth with your shoe!”

Mari: “Whoops, so sorry!”

Female Audience Member: “Get down here so that I can beat you!”

Mari: “I’ll have to decline the invitation, but I will pay your dental bill if you need any dental work done.”

Female Audience Member: “Nah, I’d rather beat your butt! Get down here!”

Mari shrugged and continued strutting down the runway, because she was holding up the line of other supermodels who had to strut down the runway. On her way back into the dressing room, she looked once more in the direction of the female audience member, but the audience member was gone.

After the show was over, and after she had said goodbye to her fellow supermodels, Mari walked out into the parking lot toward her car, which was a black and red McLaren 720S Spider. It wasn’t exactly state-of-the-art like the Batmobile, but it always got her wherever she needed to go…when she wanted to drive, that is. She took her car keys out of her purse and was just about to open a car door when she got hit in the back of the head with her own high-heeled shoe.

Female Audience Member: “Now let’s see how YOU like it, McCabe!”

The Vixen whirled around to face her assailant and was immediately greeted with a fist to the face, then two fists, then three fists, then four fists. As Vixen was getting pummeled, she realized that the assailant really had hands… many hands… too many hands. How was this possible?

And then then kicking started. First one leg shot out and kicked Vixen in the stomach, then another leg kicked her in the head. A third leg popped out from seemingly nowhere and kicked her again in the head. Vixen fought back by using her fists to unleash the punching power of a Mantis Shrimp, and the supermodel unleashed all of that power on the assailant’s face. The assailant finally jumped away to catch a bit of a break, and the two combatants stared at each other. But even as the assailant stared at Vixen, she kept growing arms and legs out of her body, and it was one of the strangest things that Vixen had ever seen.

Vixen: “Exactly who are you, and why are you attacking me with my own shoe? What happened back at the Victoria’s Secret show was an accident, and I already apologized for it and offered to pay for-“

The other woman laughed. “I don’t want your money, Vixen, nor do I want your apologies. All I want is your death, at my hands.”

Vixen: “Let me get this straight; you want to kill me because I accidentally hit you with my shoe?”

The other woman sneered. “Naw, I’ve been wanting to kill you long before tonight! I’ve been following you for a long time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike!”

Vixen: “Because…?”

The other woman said nothing, but all the while kept growing more arms and legs.

Vixen: “Look, either you tell me what all of this is about, or I’ll just haul you in to the police and tell them you attacked me.”

The other woman shot Vixen an evil grin. “It would just be your word against mine. I could easily tell them that you were chasing some criminal down the street and were so overwhelmed by your animal abilities that you became feral and attacked me for no reason. Let’s keep the police out of this, because they’ll only get in my way. Round 2: FIGHT!”

The other woman, who was now sporting 100 limbs, lunged at Vixen, but Vixen channeled a hummingbird, flew into the air and hovered there far above her opponent’s head.

Vixen: “You’re a human centipede!”

The other woman sighed and shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

Vixen: “Yeah, you are. Vibe shouldn’t be the only one who can give people code names. I’m going to call you The Centipede.”

The other woman: “Don’t call me that. I don’t like centipedes. They’re ugly and disgusting. And I don’t know who this Vibe person is. Stop mentioning people I don’t know.”

Vixen: “How did you get to be like that? Was it some sort of lab accident? Are you a scientist? Did some chemicals blow up in your face, and you fell backward onto a centipede and somehow your body and the centipede’s body became fused?”

The Centipede: “Stop talking.”

Vixen: “The centipede wasn’t radioactive, was it? Did it bite you? A friend of mine was bitten by a radioactive spider, maybe the two of you can get together and compare notes some-“

The Centipede: “Shut up! I’ma come up there, rip out one of your eyeballs and shove it down your throat! I’m gonna grab you by your waist and rip you to shreds!”

Vixen: “Since centipedes can’t fly, you can’t touch me as long as I’m in the air.”

The Centipede: “If you don’t come down from there, I’ma hurt your boyfriend.”

Vixen: “I’m much too busy to date.”

The Centipede: “Translation: You can’t get, let alone keep, a man. Fine. Then I’ll hurt your loved ones.”

Vixen: “My parents passed on when I was just a child. Try again.”

The Centipede: “Then I’ll hurt some of your friends.”

Vixen: “My friends are the Justice League. Good luck with that.”

The Centipede: “Then I’ll start kicking puppies and headbutting kittens. Heck, I might even smack a duck. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, I’ma smack it.”

Vixen: “You wouldn’t dare.”

The Centipede: “Try me.”

Howard the Duck walked past them on his way to meet up with Rocket Raccoon and Groot, and The Centipede slowly tilted her head in his direction.

Vixen: “Don’t you do it!”

The Centipede raised two of her arms and was about to-

Vixen: “Alright, alright, I’ll come down.”

The Centipede retracted her arms and watched Vixen lower herself to the ground.

The Centipede: “Wise choice. And now my killing of you can commence.”

Vixen: “You still haven’t told me why you want me dead.”

The Centipede: “And I won’t tell you. As your life slips away, you will rack your brain trying to figure out the motive for your murder, but you’ll die baffled. I’m going to enjoy beating the life out of you. When the light fades from your eyes, I will re-“

Vixen suddenly began dancing like a weasel, running back and forth and performing several somersaults, leaps and bounds. The Centipede looked confused, since her opponent was moving way too fast and was acting way to bizarre. The more she watched Vixen’s movements, the more hypnotized she became, and she could not bring herself to look away. Little by little, as Vixen danced the weasel war dance, the closer she moved toward her prey, until she was right up in The Centipede’s face. Once Vixen stopped dancing, and after The Centipede was finally able to blink, Vixen channeled a spitting cobra and spat venom into one of her eyes. The Centipede cried out in pain and dropped to her knees.

The Centipede: “My eye! My eye! It burns!”

The Vixen: “Oh, that? You got off easy. You’re lucky I didn’t rip your face off. If your EVER come at me like that again, I’ll end your entire career.”

Feeling pleased with herself and thankful that she had only suffered a few minor bumps and bruises, Vixen walked toward her car but the stopped in her tracks when she heard another female voice from behind her.

Voice: “What did you do to my baby sister, you freak of nature?”

Vixen turned toward the voice, and her mouth fell open when she saw another woman growing in height in front of her; this other woman was also sprouting a countless number of arms and legs, and soon she towered over Vixen.

Vixen: (gulping) “Hey, uh, so I guess that condition runs in the family, huh?”

Voice: “You could say that.”

Vixen: “I’m just going to go ahead and call you Millipede.”

The Millipede: “Call me whatever you want, I’m still going to be the one who stomps a hole in your throat. Ready to catch all these hands?”

Vixen: “Sheeeit, nope, I’m good!”

Vixen sprinted away with the speed of a mouse, hopped into her car and drove away.

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Episode 3: “Mauled At The Mall!”

Marilyn “Mari” Jiwe McCabe walked into Manhattan Mall with a pep in her step and a fierce determination to find a decent pair of jeans that would fit her. She hadn’t even been in JCPenney 5 minutes before a male mannequin behind her suddenly turned around and checked her out from head to toe.
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Ten minutes later, Mari was in the dressing room, trying on several pairs of jeans when she suddenly heard people screaming. Curious, she ran out of the dressing room and peered around the corner, only to see a group of mannequins chasing shoppers around JCPenney and robbing them.

Mari: “This looks like a job for, well, me!”

After she changed into her superhero outfit and ran toward the fray, a male shopper pointed at her and yelled “Hey everybody, look! It’s Storm of the X-Men!”

Vixen: “Sir, I am not Storm.”

Man: “Oh, my bad! Monica Rambeau!”

Vixen: “Nope.”

Man: “Misty Knight?”

Vixen: “I’m Vixen.”

Man: (frowning) “Who?”

Vixen sighed and ran toward some mannequins. She tapped a mannequin on the shoulder and when he turned around, Vixen punched his head off. The wallet he had just stolen from a shopper dropped to the floor, and Vixen was about to retrieve it when a female mannequin picked her up and hurled her across the room. Vixen instinctively twisted herself in the air like an Olympic gymnast and channeled a fly so that she could land on a nearby wall and stick to it. The female mannequin who had hurled her across the room was now running at her at full speed with a fist ready to strike. Vixen dodged the punch and when the female mannequin got her fist stuck in the wall, Vixen ripped the mannequin’s legs off and then used one of the legs to knock the mannequin’s head off her body.

A male mannequin bumped into her, so Vixen turned around and smacked him as hard as she could. When he yelped in pain and his head didn’t fly off, she immediately felt a twinge of guilt when she realized he was a real man.

Man: “Ouch, my face!”

Vixen: “Sir, I am so so sorry, I didn’t think you were real. Is there anything I can do for you?”

The man rubbed his stinging face, then he suddenly got an idea. “Well, to make up for assaulting me, you could let me take you out on a date, sexy lady?”

Vixen: “Oh, I don’t think so-“

Man: “Ow, my face! I can’t feel my face! It hurts so bad!”

The guilty feeling returned, so Vixen sighed.

Vixen: “Okay, sir, we can go out on a date.”

Man: “Great! My name’s Solomon Samuels, by the way. Can I put your number in my phone?”

Vixen gave him her name and number, then was about to run up to another group of mannequins and tear them to pieces as well, but all of a sudden, all of the mannequins in JCPenney stopped attacking shoppers and lined up in front of the store. Then, they began marching out into the rest of the mall, and Vixen followed them.
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When the mannequins finally reached the basement of the mall, Vixen leapt up to the ceiling and clung there like a brown recluse spider to see what would happen next. A few seconds later, a woman dressed in a dark robe and a hood emerged from the shadows.

Woman: (holding out a basket in front of her) “What do you all have for me?”

One by one, each mannequin approached the basket and deposited into it anything that they had stolen from the shoppers. The woman began smiling as she saw all of the jewelry, money and other valuables being dropped into the basket. After she had collected everything, she stared at her followers before she spoke again.

Woman: “Thank you for all of this. Now return to your positions, rest for a bit, and then wait for my command for us to begin anew.”

Vixen: “No.”

Woman: “Who said that?“

Vixen stared at the woman with a feline intensity, and after she wiggled her body like a domestic cat, she launched herself off the ceiling and pounced on her prey. Vixen wrestled the woman to the floor and ripped the hood off the woman’s head, only to discover that the woman was actually a female mannequin. Vixen didn’t understand how this was possible, since she had originally assumed that a human female had somehow been controlling the mannequins. But how could a mannequin be controlling other mannequins? How could any of the mannequins be “alive”?

Vixen: “Who are you?”

Female Mannequin: “I call myself Madam Mannequin. And at last I have finally met you, the one they call Karen Beecher, a.k.a. Bumblebee.”

Vixen: “That’s not who I am.”

Madam Mannequin: “Oh, then you’re Rocket, sidekick of Icon!”

Vixen: “That’s not me, either.”

Madam Mannequin: “Amanda Waller?”

Vixen: “Ouch, that hurts. Look, they call me Vixen.”

Madam Mannequin: “Who?”

Vixen: “Why does no one know who I am?”

Madam Mannequin: “You must not be very memorable. Now if you’ll kindly get off of me, I’ll be on my way.”

Vixen: “You’ll be on your way to jail, because I’m taking you in to the cops.”

Madam Mannequin: “Imagine the look on the cops’ faces when you drag a mannequin into their police station and tell them I robbed some shoppers. You think people don’t know who you are now, but by the time they get done with you, you’ll be the laughing stock of the entire state, maybe even several states.”

Vixen: “Good point, but I can’t just let you remain free to rob more people.”

Vixen ripped off Madam Mannequin’s head, but that helped nothing.

Madam Mannequin’s head: “So now what?”

Vixen: “Uh…”

Madam Mannequin: “I’m like Ultron, I cannot be destroyed. You rip my head off or rip my body apart, I’ll just transfer my consciousness to other mannequins. If you destroy every mannequin in this mall, I can easily transfer my consciousness to other mannequins in other malls all over this planet. Mannequins are everywhere, all the time. How will you defeat me, Vixen? You can’t shut down malls, because you don’t have the power to do so. You can’t order people to stay away from malls because, again, you don’t have the power to do so. Whenever humans visit us at malls, they will be victims, and we the mannequins will be victorious. Again, I ask you, how will you defeat me?”

Vixen: “I don’t want to admit it, but you’re right. I can’t defeat you.”

Madame Mannequin: “Please put my head down now. Thank you in advance.”

Vixen: (thinking to herself) <I might not be able to stop you, but I know who can.>
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A few hours later, Madam Mannequin awoke, stretched, and then got her basket ready, because it was time to rob some more shoppers! But before she could mentally command her mannequin troops to come back to life in the rest of the mall, Vixen stepped out from around the corner.

Madame Mannequin: “Moon Girl, was it?”

Vixen: “Okay, now I’m pissed! Zee, you’re up!”

Zatanna teleported into the basement and said “Sniuqennam lla revo eht dlrow, raeppasid litnu I dnammoc uoy lla ot raeppaer!”

Madame Mannequin’s smirk vanished, and so did she.

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Episode 4: “Here’s A Mint, Cuz You’ve Got Dragon Breath”

Marilyn McCabe was asleep in her spacious Manhattan apartment when her cellphone rang. She wearily opened her eyes and looked to see who was calling, but the caller was unknown. Curious, she picked up the phone and said “Hello?”

Amanda Waller: “Good, you’re home.”

Mari: “Amanda Waller?”

Amanda: “Get up and get dressed. I need your help.”

Mari: “I’m tired.”

Amanda: “Get untired. Now, either I’ll come to your apartment or you come here to me.”

Mari sighed. “What is this all about, anyway?”

Amanda: “I’d rather not discuss it over the phone. Just get over here, fast.”
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An hour later, Mari was sitting in Amanda’s office, staring at a bunch of photos.

Mari: “Okay, who’s this dude I’m looking at?”

Amanda: “His name is Rimbo, but most know him by his Indonesian street name: Komodo Dragon. He was here in New York and had been arrested for robbing a bank, but when he was granted bail he skipped out of the country and ran back to Indonesia. I need you to go to Indonesia and bring him back here. He’s heavy into the party and night life scene, and since his family owns a night club in Indonesia, there’s a good bet that you’ll find him hanging out there.”

Mari: “Why can’t the Suicide Squad go and get him?”

Amanda: “I sent the Squad elsewhere.”

Mari: “What about Ben Turner?”

Amanda: “He’s in Africa, “finding himself”, as he put it. You’re all I’ve got.”

Mari: “I don’t know. I kinda want to go back to my apartment and find myself asleep. Plus, I’ve got a date later on tonight that I don’t want to break, because I want to hurry up and get it over with.”

Amanda: “Look, girl, do I look like I care about your love life?”

Mari: “I’m a woman, not a girl.”

Amanda: “Look, WOMAN, do I look like I care about your love life?”

Mari: “What I’m saying is, I don’t work for you anymore. And don’t expect me to just alter my plans to help you apprehend someone. There are plenty of other people that can go after this guy other than me.”

Amanda: “Do this for me, or I’ll sit on you.”

Mari: “Wait, what?”

Amanda: “I mean it. I’ll do it.”

Mari: “You’re not actually going to physically sit on me, though, right?”

Amanda stood up and started walking over toward Mari, and once Mari saw that wide load barreling toward her lap, Mari jumped to her feet and literally ran to the airport with the speed of a cheetah.
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After having endured the 20-hour flight to Indonesia and after having a decent amount of sleep in her hotel room, Mari donned a grey bodysuit that showed off her shoulders and took a taxi to the Dragonfly night club to wait for her prey. Several times throughout the night, guys would approach her and ask her to dance, but she politely refused and told them that she was waiting for someone. A few more hours went by, and Mari was starting to get restless because her prey had not yet shown himself. She used the hearing of a greater wax moth to listen in to various conversations to find out if the names “Komodo Dragon” or “Rimbo” were mentioned, but she had no luck. When the night club closed with no sign of Komodo Dragon anywhere, Mari went to the nearest restaurant for a bite to eat and then returned to her hotel room.

The next night, after she had returned to the Dragonfly nightclub, things started to look up: about an hour after she arrived, Komodo Dragon strode into the club with a trio of women behind him. Mari smoothed out her outfit and walked up to him to introduce herself.

Mari: “Hi, I’m Mari. I’ve never seen you around here before, but I definitely like what I see.”

Rimbo smiled at her and immediately motioned for the trio of women to get lost.

“I’m Rimbo. Nice to meet you, Mari.”

Mari: “Can I buy you a drink?”

Rimbo: “Actually, I’m one of the owners of this night club. Let me buy you a drink.”

Mari: “Sure, thanks. I’ll have a Bajigur.”

Rimbo ordered two Bajigurs, and then he and Mari sat down to talk. Two hours later, Mari touched his arm.

Mari: “Do you want to go somewhere else to continue talking? You know, somewhere a lot more…private?”

Rimbo: “My place?”

Mari grinned. “You read my mind, Rimbo.”

Rimbo said good night to the night club staff, escorted Mari outside and was surprised and thrilled when she grabbed his hand and tightly held it. They continued talking about various things but the conversation took a sinister turn when Mari suddenly pulled Rimbo into a nearby alley and slammed him against a wall.

Mari: “It’s time to cut the crap, Rimbo. I’m here to take you back to New York.”

Rimbo: “I’m sorry?”

Mari: “You jumped bail in New York That’s a no-no.”

Rimbo: “Is this some sort of joke?”

Mari: “It’s no joke. Amanda Waller sent me here to get you.”

Rimbo: “Oh, I see. That’s too bad.” He pulled out a karambit and angrily swung the blade at Mari’s face but she dodged the weapon and kneed him in the crotch. When he fell forward on his knees, Mari judo chopped him in the back of the neck.

Mari: “Yes, Rimbo, I agree. That is too bad… for you.”

She picked him up with the strength of a bear and used the flight of a bat to fly him back to her hotel.
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When Rimbo awoke, he discovered both of his hands were handcuffed to part of the desk in Mari’s hotel room.

Rimbo: “Normally I’d think you were being kinky, but I know better. I can’t believe you played me.”

Mari shrugged as she made travel arrangements back to New York.

Mari: “Maybe if you hadn’t gone around robbing banks, you wouldn’t have gotten played. You were stealing other people’s hard-earned money, you know.”

Rimbo laughed. “I don’t need a lecture from you, lady.”

Mari: “That’s fair. Why did you do it, though? Your family seems to be rich. Or is that how your family became rich in the first place?”

Rimbo: “Listen, Mari. You can never have too much money. As much as I have, I’ll always want more.”

Mari: “Understood. Are you hungry? I can order some food and have it delivered.”

Rimbo: “I’m starving.”

When the food eventually arrived, Mari slipped some knock-out drops in Rimbo’s food, and she kept slipping him knock-out drops in his food and drinks until they arrived in New York.
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After Amanda Waller took Rimbo off Mari’s hands, she was free to get ready for her postponed date with Solomon Samuels, the guy she had accidentally smacked the crap out of during an incident at Manhattan Mall a few days prior. She figured she would hang out with him for maybe an hour then head back to her apartment, where she could finally relax and catch up on some Netflix shows. She stared at herself in the mirror, wondering if she should put her hair up or leave it down, and ultimately decided to put it in a pony-tail. After putting on a blue dress and grabbing a shawl in case it was cold in the restaurant, she was ready to go.

When she got to the restaurant, she expected to find Solomon waiting for her, but he hadn’t arrived yet. She was just about to call him to see where he was and how much longer he’d take to get to the restaurant when she received another call from Waller. What could the Wall possibly want this time?

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Mari: “Yes, Amanda?”

Amanda: “Rimbo escaped custody.”

Mari: “What?!”

Amanda: “He overpowered the guards who were escorting him to jail by biting them both in half.”

Mari: “Is this some sort of joke, Waller?”

Amanda: “I wish this was a laughing matter, but it’s not. Rimbo transformed, Mari. He’s not a normal man. He’s got powers. Witnesses reported seeing him transform into some massive lizard-like humanoid creature, and that must have been right before he bit those guards in half. I have a feeling he’s going to be after you and me for apprehending him. You need to get somewhere safe, like me. I’m much too adorable to be bitten in half.”

Mari: “You’re delusional, and quite possibly really, really drunk. Where was he last seen?”

Amanda: “Canal and Mott streets, but –“

Mari: “Gotta go. I’ll be in touch.”

She rushed out of the restaurant and ran straight into Solomon.

Solomon: “Mari! Good to see you! Sorry I’m late.”

Mari: “I’m sorry too, Solomon, because I can’t stay. I have to go. Something important has come up.”

Solomon: “Again, Mari? This is the second time “something has come up.” This is the second time you’re postponing this date.”

Mari: “I know. I feel bad about it, but I really do have to go.”

Solomon: “If you leave, don’t expect me to sit around waiting for you to reschedule… again.”

Mari: “I’m really sorry.”

Solomon: “Save it.” He turned away angrily and walked away. Mari felt guilty again, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She jumped into the air and flew like a peregrine falcon to the intersection of Canal and Mott. She used the vision of a hawk to scan the area for signs of Rimbo in his massive form, but it was the screams and shouts of passersby that alerted her to Rimbo’s presence.

Vixen: “Rimbo! Or should I say…Komodo Dragon?”

Komodo Dragon turned toward her, with his forked tongue darting in and out of his mouth. He couldn’t see her very well, since his eyesight had become poorer since his transformation, but he could detect her scent and realized she had the same personal scent as Mari.

Komodo Dragon: “I’m not going back into custody.”

Vixen: I don’t care how large you are now; I can’t let you remain on the loose. Turn yourself in, or things will get ugly.”

Komodo Dragon snorted with laughter and then charged at her, but she managed to evade him by running behind him. When he turned around, she delivered a flying kangaroo kick to his midsection but she bounced right off of him and fell on the ground. Komodo Dragon brought both of his massive fists down to smash her skull, but Vixen quickly channeled the strength of an elephant and caught his fists before they could do any damage to her. While she was still holding his fists, she brought her legs up into his stomach, lifted him into the air with her feet and then threw him over her so that he landed on the ground. Before he could rise to his feet, Vixen was on top of him, this time using the punching power of a pistol shrimp to pummel him. Komodo Dragon eventually smacked her away, and she slammed into a tree.

As she shook her head, trying to clear her head and recover the wind that had been knocked out of her, Komodo Dragon ran toward her, and she barely moved out of the way as he swung at her head. She figured her best bet at this moment was to jump on the tree trunk and circle it like a squirrel, so that’s what she did, and the more Komodo Dragon had to chase her around the tree, the more frustrated he became. Tired of the dance, Komodo Dragon ripped the tree out of the ground and threw it as far away from him as he possibly could. Vixen jumped off the tree and while it was still airborne, she combined the lifting ability of an ant and the flight of an eagle to carry the tree safely back toward the ground so that a falling tree would not hurt anyone.

Now that she had done away with the tree, Vixen ran to catch up with Komodo Dragon and jumped on his back; after she unsheathed her retractable claws, she dug those claws into Komodo Dragon’s back and dragged them along the length of his back as far as she could. Komodo Dragon roared in pain and ran backwards toward a building so that he could slam her into it. Sensing what he was about to do, Vixen somersaulted off his back, and after Komodo Dragon slammed backward into the building, Vixen raked her claws across his face several times. Komodo Dragon cried out in pain again, and Vixen tried to use this as an opportunity to knee him in the crotch again, but this time he grabbed her leg and used it to swing her into the side of the building. Yet again, Vixen found herself trying to catch her breath.

Komodo Dragon picked her up with one hand and breathed into her face; his foul-smelling breath made her gag, and he was just about to head-but her when she jabbed him in both of his eyes with her claws. After the eye pain caused him to drop her, Vixen ran away from him, stopped, turned around, and stared at him. She decided to mimic a charging bull next, and although she would never normally choose to physically manifest the actual horns of a bull because she wanted to maintain her female form, she knew this was not the time to try and remain cute. After horns appeared on both sides of her head, she decided to add the horn of a rhinoceros to her physical appearance. Satisfied with her three horns, she charged at Komodo Dragon and gored him, and as he fell to the ground in pain, she didn’t hesitate to use his own ability against him; she mimicked a Komodo Dragon and delivered a venomous bite to one of his gore wounds. When a weakened Komodo Dragon attempted to rise to his feet, Vixen mimicked the combined weight of two elephants and sat on his back.
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Amanda Waller was rocking back and forth in a rocking chair in one of her safe houses when she received the call from Vixen.

Amanda: “Yes?”

Vixen: “The Dragon is down. Hopefully we can keep him in custody this time!”

Amanda closed her eyes and sighed with relief; then, she jumped to her feet and started dancing, and as she danced, the floor shook.

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Episode 5: “Oh Yeah!”

Jonathan Stewart, also known as Green Lantern, was in the kitchen inside the Justice League Watchtower making a pitcher of grape Kool-Aid when Vixen suddenly appeared from around the corner.

Vixen: “Hey Jonathan.”

John: “Hey Mari. Want some Kool-Aid?”

Vixen: “I can’t believe you just asked me that.” She slid a plastic cup toward the pitcher and waited for the pouring to commence. And she waited. Then she waited some more. Finally, she looked up at Green Lantern, and he was just standing there, smiling.

Vixen: “Jonathan, do not play with me. Pour the Kool-Aid, please.”

Green Lantern: “What if I don’t?”

Vixen swiftly walked over to him and placed him in a playful headlock.

Vixen: “We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way…and you know what the hard way entails.”

Green Lantern: “I’m not the slightest bit scared of the hard way.”

Vixen: “Do you really want me to call the Tickle Monster?”

Green Lantern: “Call the Tickle Monster, see if I care. The Tickle Monster no longer has any power over me.”

Vixen: “That remains to be seen.” She tickled him one time under his chin and he collapsed on the floor in a fit of laughter. Vixen sighed and poured herself a cup of Kool-Aid instead of waiting for John to do it.

Vixen: “Some things never change…”

Wonder Woman walked into the kitchen and said “Why is John on the floor laughing?”

Vixen: “He just got a visit from the Tickle Monster.”

Wonder Woman immediately unsheathed her sword. “Where is this Tickle Monster now?”

Vixen: “She, uh, left. Want some Kool-Aid?”

Wonder Woman: “Kool-Aid?”

Vixen poured Wonder Woman a cup of the purple stuff, and as soon as Wonder Woman took a sip, her eyes rolled back in her head.

Wonder Woman: “Great Hera! That’s delicious!”

Vixen: “I know, right?”

Wonder Woman finished the cup of Kool-Aid, poured herself another cup and quickly drank that one as well. Then she went back for a third cup.

Vixen: “Okay, pace yourself, now…”

Wonder Woman: “Pace myself? Never. This “Kool-Aid” is nectar from the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus!”

Green Lantern: “Nah, it’s just grape Kool-Aid.”

Wonder Woman: “Who made this?”

Green Lantern: “I did.”

Wonder Woman: “Make more, because it’s almost gone.”

Green Lantern: “Sure, but-“

Wonder Woman: “No buts. Just make it.”

Green Lantern: “Alright, just take it easy.” He began gathering the ingredients to make another pitcher of Kool-Aid, but he was frowning as he did so. When Wonder Woman began scratching her skin and looking around frantically, Vixen and Green Lantern exchanged worried glances.

Wonder Woman: “Is it ready yet?”

Vixen: “You really need to relax, Diana.”

Wonder Woman gave Vixen a dirty look and then looked at Green Lantern as if to say “Hurry up!”

Green Lantern finally finished making a second pitcher of grape Kool-Aid and as soon as he was done, Wonder Woman shoved him out of the way and dunked her entire head into the pitcher.

Vixen: “Okay, that’s it. I’m cutting you off!” She attempted to pull Wonder Woman away from the Kool-Aid pitcher, but Wonder Woman picked her up and body-slammed her to the floor. Green Lantern rushed over to pull Wonder Woman away from the Kool-Aid but she back-handed him across the room. After she finished drinking the entire second pitcher of Kool-Aid, she walked over to Green Lantern and lifted him up by his throat.

Wonder Woman: “I require more Kool-Aid, John. You will make it.”

Green Lantern: “No, I will not. The kitchen’s closed.”

Wonder Woman: “Please, John! I NEED it!”

Vixen: “Oh wow. Jonathan, I think she’s high on Kool-Aid!”

Green Lantern: “Yeah, it seems that way. Look, Diana, I will not make any more Kool-Aid because there are no more packets. It’s over.”

Wonder Woman let go of Green Lantern’s throat and sunk to the floor in defeat. “No more Kool-Aid? No more nectar? Great Hera!”

Vixen: “Is Hera really all that great, though? Asking for a friend.”

Green Lantern: “I could always go to the store and get some more packets, but you’ve got to control yourself, Diana. You’re getting out of hand with this Kool-Aid. If I make some more in the future, will you promise to be cool?”

Wonder Woman: “Yes, I promise! I’ll be cool, Johnny baby! Just please don’t cut me off!”

Green Lantern: “That awkward moment when you feel like a Kool-Aid dealer…”

Vixen: “Hey Diana, since you’re feeling all needy and what not, can I interest you in McCabe Magic?”

Wonder Woman: “What’s McCabe Magic?”

Vixen: “It’s my new line of cosmetics. The name of the brand is a work in progress. Care for a sample? I’ve got something here that will knock your socks off.”

Wonder Woman: “I suppose….”

Vixen removed some cosmetics from her utility belt and applied some to the Amazon’s face. When Wonder Woman looked down, she saw that her socks were now on the floor.

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Episode 6: “Honey, Have You Seen The Remote Controller?”

Mari McCabe was in her kitchen, waiting for a bag of popcorn to finish popping when her cell phone rang.

Mari: “Hello?”

Voice: “Hello, Mari, this is the Remote Controller.”

Mari: “Who?”

Voice: “I said, I am the Remote Controller.”

Mari: “Your name doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry. Can you refresh my memory?”

Remote Controller: “We’ve never officially met.”

Mari: “How do you know me, then?”

Remote Controller: “You’re a crimefighting supermodel and businesswoman. A lot of people know who you are.”

Mari: How did you get my number?”

Remote Controller: “Enough questions about me. Let’s talk about you. What are you wearing, Mari?”

Mari: “Clothes.”

Remote Controller: “What kind of clothes?”

Mari: “Expensive clothes.”

Remote Controller: “No, I mean are you wearing pants, a blouse, pajamas?”

Mari: “I’m wearing a miniskirt with a blouse.”

Remote Controller: “Are you wearing pantyhose?”

Mari: “I sure am.”

Remote Controller: “Can you guess what I’m wearing?”

Mari: “A straitjacket?”

Remote Controller: “That’s not very nice, Marilyn Jiwe McCabe.”

Mari: “Oooh, you’re using my full name. I’m soooooooo scared now! That’s sarcasm, by the way.”

Remote Controller: “You’re going to pay for that little jab at me.”

Mari: “Oh really? Okay, cool. Anything else, or are we done here?”

Remote Controller: “We are nowhere near done here.”

Mari hung up on him and took her popcorn out of the microwave. 30 minutes later, her phone rang again.

Mari: “Hello?”

Remote Controller: “That was rude! Don’t you ever in your life hang up on me!”

Mari: “Oh, you mean like this?” She hung up on him again and then went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes. She came back downstairs, turned on the television and started watching Netflix. She briefly felt sad because she had no one with which to Netflix and Chill. She was about to hop onto her laptop and look through some dating profiles of eligible bachelors when her phone rang again. She ignored it at first, but it kept ringing. She turned the phone off, but somehow it turned itself back on and started ringing again. She sighed and held the phone up to her ear.

Mari: “Remote Controller?”

Remote Controller: “Yes?”

Mari: “Are you still calling me from your mother’s basement?”

Remote Controller: ”Don’t you DARE bring my mother into this!”

Mari: “YOUR MOMMA is fair game, son!”

Remote Controller: “You know, I am finding it really hard to like you right now!”

Mari: “Okay, and? Am I supposed to start crying or something? Now, you better get off the phone and run along like a good little boy, instead of using up your mommy’s phone minutes.”

The Remote Controller hung up, and Mari poured herself a glass of wine and continued checking out the dating profiles.

An hour later, after she woke up from an unplanned nap, Mari continued watching Netflix and looking through the dating profiles when she suddenly felt the urge to go outside. After she went outside, she just stood in front of her apartment building, waiting…but she had no idea what she was waiting for, exactly.

Then her phone rang again.

Mari: “Hello?”

Remote Controller: “Now we’re about to have some fun. Go around the corner and rob the first person you see.”

Mari: “You again. You’re an idiot. I’m not robbing anyone.”

Remote Controller: “You sure about that?”

Mari felt her legs propel her forward, but the problem was she had no control over her own legs; it was as if someone else was controlling her movements! She walked
around the corner and saw a man standing at the corner, waiting for the bus. She reluctantly walked toward him and then stopped.

Mari: “What’s going on, Remote Controller? How am I walking against my will?”

Remote Controller: “Because I am controlling you remotely, Mari. My wish is your command. Now, rob him.”

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Mari: “No!” She tried to walk away from the man at the bus stop, but her legs wouldn’t move.

Remote Controller: “You’re not leaving from that spot until you rob him! Do it now, before the bus comes.”

Mari: “No! I refuse!”

The man who was waiting for the bus looked at her like she was insane, and then he moved away from her, and Mari felt herself following him. When the man took off running, she chased him! When she caught up to him, she started uncontrollably rifling through his pockets.

Mari: “Sir, I am so sorry about this!” She grabbed his wallet and then tried to let go of it, but the Remote Controller made her put the wallet in her pocket.

Man: “Help! Police!”

Mari: “Yes! Please do call the police! As a matter of fact. I’ll help you call the police!”

She tried yelling for the police as well, but the words that came out of her mouth were not the words she was thinking about.

Mari: “Sir, would you like to see my legs?”

Man: “Sure er I mean, I beg your pardon?”

Mari: “My legs: care for a peek?”

Man: “Why I never!”

Before Mari could say anything else, the Remote Controller made Mari board the bus that had just arrived, and as soon as she boarded, she stared at everyone.

Female Passenger: “Hey, that’s Mari McCabe, the supermodel! What’s she doing riding on public transportation?”

Remote Controller: “Which one of these passengers will I have you mess with, Mari?”

Mari: “Remote Controller, don’t do this. You can embarrass me all you want, but leave these people out of your shenanigans.”

Remote Controller: “Now where’s the fun in that? Okay, let’s see. Do you see that woman in the back of the bus glaring at you?”

Mari sure did see a woman glaring at her, and she wasn’t even trying to hide her disdain for the Lady Fox. The woman was not only mad because Mari was gorgeous, but she was also mad that her boyfriend also thought Mari was gorgeous. As the woman continued to glare, Mari lurched toward her in a Frankenstein’s Monster-type fashion, but once Mari reached the back of the bus, the Remote Controller made Mari sit down on the lap of the woman’s boyfriend.

Boyfriend: “Uh…”

Girlfriend: “What the-“

Mari: “Guys, I am so sorry about this!”

Boyfriend: “No need to apologize, uh I mean, this is highly unusual!”

The Remote Controller made Mari lean toward the man’s girlfriend and declare “I’m pregnant, and your man is definitely the father!”

Boyfriend: “Baby, I didn’t sleep with this woman, honest! And trust me, I would have definitely remembered if I had!”

The girlfriend didn’t know whether to cry or turn Mari’s face into a punching bag, but before she could make a decision, the Remote Controller made Mari exit the bus and run into a nearby grocery store, where she proceeded to throw as much food at customers as she possibly could. When store security tried to apprehend her, the Remote Controller made her run out of the grocery store and into the nearest movie theater, where she proceeded to yell at the audiences in each theater and spoil the endings of all the movies playing. After all the audiences chased her out of the theater shaking their fists and calling for her head, the Remote Controller made Mari run into a police station.

Remote Controller: “I can’t have those people tearing you apart, now can I, Mari? That would end the evening way too soon, and I do so enjoy spending time with you.”

Mari: “You need a girlfriend!”

Remote Control: “Are you applying for the job?”

Mari: “I’d rather stand in the unemployment line!”

Remote Control: “Just for that….”

The Remote Controller raised Mari’s hand and was about to have her grab a nearby cop’s gun out of his holster and shoot him with it, but Mari overheard another voice on the other end of her cellphone.

Voice: “Rugburt, it’s way past your bedtime! What are you still doing on the phone? Go to bed!”

Rugburt: “But Mom!”

Voice: “I don’t want to hear it! You’ve got one minute to get your butt in bed, or I’ll have your father come in here!”

Mari: “Rugburt? HAHAHA!”

Remote Controller: “Shut up, Mari! I’m not done with you!”

Mari: “It looks like you are, Rugburn! Nighty night!”

Remote Controller: “This is not over by a long shot. I’ll be calling and controlling you again. You haven’t heard the last of me!”

Mari was about to respond, but she heard another male voice over the phone yell “Rugburt, you still on that phone, boy!?”

Remote Controller hung up, and Mari sighed, realizing that she would have to change her phone number and return the wallet to the man she had “robbed” at the bus stop.
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Somewhere, in another dimension, the 53-year-old Remote Controller sobbed uncontrollably as his 75-year-old mother and his 76-year-old father took turns whipping him.

Rugburt: “B-b-but Mom!”

Mother: “Our house, our rules!”

Father: “And stop all that crying, or we’ll give you something to cry about! Move your hands!”