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C.J. smiled a little bit, blushing a little embarrassed. "Well, it's kinda what Arell, Dundee and I've been using as a home base. Just be warned, it's kiiiiinda messy right now." he said as they bumped across a railroad crossings. Antigua looked back with a knowing smirk and turned off onto a dirt road that followed into the railyard. She somehow knew what he was talking about by that railroad car. It was a bumpy ride, but they soon came up on what looked like a blast from the past: An old looking circus train . . . hell, one could even see the steam e- wait, this looks different! It looked like a regular train last time we were here! What gives?!?

"Marvel got bought by Disney, this was the double for the train from Dumbo . . . not like they were gonna use it!"

What the fu- Really, man? Of all the movies, we picked THAT one to borrow from?!

"We didn't pick it. Disney wasn't using it, we needed a train. So we kinda . . . borrowed it."

So they don't even KNOW?!?

"I sent 'em a letter! They never got back to me, so I thought it was okay . . ."

Oh, BROTHER . . . don't tell me, you got Dumbo, too.

"What can I say? He works for peanuts! Ba-dum Psssshh! But in all honesty, no we didn't."

Oy . . . we just got more cannon fodder for Mxyzptlk, you know that, right?

"By the way, we might also be getting a cannon on loan from Pirates of Viridia. Might be in the mail."

Jeeeeez . . . .

Meanwhile . . . (I'm just gonna leave the lunacy behind here), the two mobsters shrugged and got into the backseat of the car.

"Five star restaurants, presidential suites . . . summer homes, private PLANES?!? Writer, I don't have a shot in hell!!"

Of course, all things weren't as they seemed. They stopped at a railroad car that looked like it was at one point the property of the army, however it seemed a little different . . . okay, a LOT different. It had more or less a Margaritaville-inspired paint job. Antigua stopped the car as C.J. pulled out the cab fair.

"Well, sorry it ain't much, but it's home." he said as he got to one side of the car, pulling down what looked like a stepping block and placed it by one of the entrance steps. "Here we are. Not exactly the Ritz, but it's cozy." he drawled as he prepped things . . . however, he was spotted by what looked like a portly old man with a bulbous red nose . . . any film fanatics here would realize the resemblance to classic Hollywood drunk WC Fields.

"Well, m'boy . . . haven't seen you -HIGGUP!- around here lately. Where's Norville and that big guy . . . and who's the beautiful lady?" he asked as C.J. looked at him with a blush.

"Hey, Mr. Walcott. We're about to find that out. But she's Misty. We just had . . . a first date of a lifetime!" he said with a shy smile.

Meanwhile . . . the guys looked around. Both the two thinking about where these two were going to take them. Perhaps they shoulda stayed with Don Razolli . . . or would THIS be an interesting endeavour?

C.J. smiled as he put an arm around her. "Misty, this here's Jack Walcott. Mr. Walcott, this is my girlfriend, Misty." he said to the man, who smiled and bowed, removing his too-small top hat and revealing a bald spot, getting up the man smiled.

"Well it's a nice plea-HIGGUP!- err, a pl-HIC!- Uh, it's really nice t' meet you, my dear." Mr. Walcott slurred. C.J. couldn't help but smirk when he smelled the corn juice on his breath.

((exit those Mobsters to Iceberg))

With a poof!Mxyzptlk landed on top of CJ's head.

"Hey there, cowboy!" he said. "Sorry to ruin ya moment again, but I got some info you might wanna pay attention ta! It involves yer Batfamily friends."

Mxy did so, and he folded his arms.

"This city? It's protectors? They're gonna go up in smoke, kid. Gotham will be ashes and you won't have permission to die. Or so say the powers that be. I ain't even talkin' about that Black Lantern stuff, this is somethin' else." he said, and his voice, so much like Gilbert Gottfried's, was actually somewhat serious. Ordinarily, Mxy wouldn't have cared, but this? This had his full attention.

"Well to be honest," Mxy said, moving into the train, "I'm makin' hyperbole. Gotham probably won't be destroyed, but one particular place probably will be. A certain place which you know pretty well, having gone down into it's little basement and all, if you get my drift. At the moment, all I can say for sure is that these bad guys are gonna attack that place in about twenty-four hours, give or take, according to the last forum posts. But still, given how sparsely that place is guarded... Aw, who'm I kiddin'? She'll probably lock it down, but I dunno how well that'll do against a crapload of mechs and stuff."

Hey, is it okay if I know about what's goin' on here in the Watchtower?

Not at the moment, lass. Besides, you're perfectly safe up there for now.

...'Kay. Though I think Tim might need ta know...


SHADDAP already!

"My advice to you two lovebirds," Mxy said, "is to get your asses back to that particular spot, maybe try to get your friends to know. If not, I'm sure the Big Guy'll let 'em know somehow.