Sanity Clause
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jla_watchtowerThe phone rings loudly, echoing through the tiny apartment.
"Cheeks, can you get that?" comes the shouted response from the green-suited figure in the kitchen, busily folding dishtowels into the shapes of various superhero insignias.
"Cheeks, can you get that?" comes the shouted response from the green-suited figure in the kitchen, busily folding dishtowels into the shapes of various superhero insignias.
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-01 05:25 pm (UTC)With a POP!, Ambush Bug vanishes from the kitchen, appearing in the living room by the phone and snapping it up.
"Schwab Detective Agency, Babysitting Service, and Superhero Understudy - Ambush Bug speaking, how may I help you?"
On hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Ambush Bug blanches white - or at least a slightly paler shade of green (a very impressive trick, considering that it's a suit, not his skin) - and hastily whispers.
"I'll be right there."
The phone is replaced in its cradle, and he looks to Cheeks.
"Keep working on that geometry, buddy. I'll call 'Mazing Man over to watch you - Daddy has to go run an errand."
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-01 05:31 pm (UTC)A quick phone call, then a POP!, and he's gone. He arrives in similar fashion at the Metropolis Police Department's 42nd Precinct - after a few inquiries, he's shown to the holding cell area, where he espies a familiar figure.
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:34 pm (UTC)"Irwin."
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:36 pm (UTC)Ambush Bug snickers at his own joke.
"You do look like a pretty sad sight here with the fancy boot and belts, the hat, and the.. "
He peers more closely at the figure's hands.
"Green gloves?? That must mean.."
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:38 pm (UTC)"That's right, Irwin. I'm Kris Kring-L, Santa Claus of Earth Two."
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:41 pm (UTC)"Well, hey, how're you doing, man? I haven't seen you since that whole Christmas on Infinite Earths thing! I remember those walls of white, consuming whole universes at the Santa-Monitor's behest. Come to think of it, Earth Three must still be snowed in - haven't heard from my evil counterpart Assassin Bug in ages."
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:42 pm (UTC)"So, listen.. I need your help, Irwin."
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:45 pm (UTC)Ambush Bug's gaze drifts upward as he puffs out his chest, envisioning himself as the champion of Christmas.
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:48 pm (UTC)"No, no. Nothing like that. I .. I just need some bail money. I can pay you back once I get back to the South Pole*."
* Editor's note : unlike the Santa Claus of Earth One, the Santa of Earth Two built his toy factory of Solitude in the Antarctic!
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:50 pm (UTC)"Seriously, that's it? Bail money? Well, sure, I guess. What'd they nail you for, anyways?"
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:53 pm (UTC)"Apparently, the RIAA really, really frowns on music sharing across dimensional or vibrational boundaries."
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:56 pm (UTC)