Previous Post “GAAAAH!” Visionary screamed in profound terror upon opening his door, clutching his chest as he back-peddled, tripping over the welcome mat in the process. “Heya Vizh” Al replied. “We’re not too late for the Anniversary party, are we?” “Wha... who... GAH!” Visionary answered. “So... that a no?” “What the hell is that!?” the Legion’s current leader demanded, pointing an accusing finger out the door to the monstrous steed Al was calmly perched upon. “What, Babs here?” the Lair’s scientist asked, patting her flank. “Didn’t Fleabot tell you I was whipping up something in the lab to entertain the kids?” “Fleabot said you were going to put some ponies into whatever you were making!” “Well, yeah... Where do you think we’ve been all morning?” “Um, Vizh...” Hallie’s voice interrupted over the telecomm. “Sorry, but I’ve got the mayor on the line, and it seems kind of urgent. Something about the Off-Central Park Petting Zoo...” “Ooh, yeah...” Al made a delicate face. “You’re probably going to need to take that.”

Awesome pic - fun story!

Poor Babs has been home alone the last two weeks - hope she hasn't eaten all my possessions.