Killer Shrike was helpless as he was bundled into the back of a New Lair Legion prisoner transport. The New LL only had one or two of the black and silver vans; quite often they didn’t take prisoners. As he realized he had no hope of freeing himself, a yellow light shone through the door of the van and then ripped it from its hinges.

    The yellow light darted into the van and surrounded Shrike. “Hey!” he shouted in surprise as the light picked him up. He did notice a pair of yellow shorts forming over his legs and he forced himself to admit he was grateful for that.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“By the authority of the Yellow Flashlight Corps I am extraditing this criminal for crimes committed against the Z-Sox people,” said the red-skinned alien with the yellow Power Bracelet.

    The Moderator was not impressed. “Who are you to claim this man on my world?” His question came across as more of a threat than a query.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am D’ur A’Cell. That’s all you need to know, bub.” He pointed to the sky. “Unless you want my friends up there to get twitchy.”

    In the sky above Parodiopolis dozens of large yellow spacecraft hovered. The armaments on the front didn’t look friendly. “Let me take this man and we will be on our way.”

    The Moderator concentrated, but found he could not delete the ships hovering above the city. Though it vexed him, he did not want to rule over a pile of rubble. “Take him, but promise he will never return to vex me!” he demanded.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Done,” agreed D’ur. Killer Shrike found himself strapped into a glowing yellow electric chair floating behind the Yellow Flashlight. “Let’s go criminal.”

    D’ur rocketed off into the sky with his prisoner in tow. The ships in the sky faded into the distance, and The Moderator stepped into his personal transport.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now then,” he said to himself as he stepped into his personal transport. “Let us deal with CSFB…”

* * * * *

    Killer Shrike looked down at Parodiopolis from his glowing chair and came to the conclusion that if he was to be a prisoner he preferred being one on the ground. “There a meal with this flight?” he grunted to his captor.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re almost…there!” D’ur pointed to a rooftop where a young boy stood waiting.

    D’ur landed on the rooftop and released Killer Shrike, though the shorts stayed in place. He rubbed his wrists and then noticed who was waiting for them on the roof. “Meng?”

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s me. I figured you’d be getting caught right about now.” The seventh smartest boy genius in the Parodyverse (don’t mention the ranking, he’s kinda sore about it) indicated the red-skinned alien in the black and yellow bodysuit. “Fortunately D’ur got our message.”

    Shrike regarded the alien, then turned his attention back to Salieri. “CSFB! was captured,” he reported. “And the Dominator’s going after his ex-wife.”

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’ve dispatched a friend to take care of the Dominator,” confided Meng. An ominous crack of thunder could be heard in the distance.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Guess Gary caught up to him,” commented D’ur.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“And you say they got CSFB!?” checked Meng.

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yup.”

    Ã¢â‚¬Å“Then everything’s going to plan,” grinned Salieri. “Now we need to find the Shoggoth.”

* * * * *

    In the caverns below the city…

    I would have prevented the Moderator from deleting my High Priestess, it rumbled, but I promised the Hooded Hood that I wouldn't deal with the spawn of a slaver in the way it deserved. And I owe the Hooded Hood a favour. The creature paused for a moment. Or the Hooded Hood owes me a favour. I can never remember which.

In any case, concluded the creature, I cannot help you.