by The Time Trust, Smasher, Fahrenheit 451 and Monopoly guy
Meanwhile, at Money-Grubber's luxurious Park Place mansion:
Money-Grubber: "Shit! My chauffeur was sent to jail again! And the railroad stock has gone way down! This is, indeed, a dark day for Money-Grubber..."
Nowhereman, Hardy New-Born, Beer-Drinking Lad, Caped Cadet, and Natsuko arrived at Money-Grubber's place, flying in through the window.
Hardy New-Born: "Money-Grubber! We need your help! Marv Velo is missing, and I saw a vision of Speck, saying something about a 'traitor out of time,' and then a huge bloke started pounding him to pulp!"
Money-Grubber said nothing.
Natsuko: "And then we got a message from the Time Trust, warning us about their android. We think he may have been reprogrammed to do the bidding of whoever kidnapped Velo! We've tried reaching the other MBL members, but all the others seem to have disappeared!"
Money-Grubber said nothing.
Nowhereman: "And I was almost kidnapped by my evil doppelgangar, Mowhereman! This could be a clue as to what happened to the other members!"
Money-Grubber said nothing.
Caped Cadet: "Uh... Guys, I think he's taking a nap. Maybe we should come back later."
Beer-Drinking Lad: "Let's just poke him with a stick! ... Oh, and..." The Lad belched loudly.
Nowhereman poked Money-Grubber with a stick, waking him up, eventually.
Money-Grubber: "Wha--? What! Where am I? Who--? ... Hey, what are you guys doing here?"
Hardy New-Born sighed deeply, and explained everything again.
In the MBL Headquarters:
In the fallen heroes room were many statues of fallen members and allies. Among them were statues of Gooz and Hero. Little Ritchie stood in front of Gooz's statue. Standing behind him was Smasher.
Smasher: "Ritchie... I have to go now. I got a signal from the others. They need my help. Kid Bucket will look after you while I'm gone."
"Okay, Uncle Patrick. Be careful." Ritchie hugged Smasher, who walked out of the room, leaving Ritchie with Kid Bucket.
Flintlock walked around Argentina, glad that he finally got some vacation. As he was walking around, he noticed something. "Hey wait, I can't speak Spanish. Curse that Money-Grubber for sending me down here."
He thought for a moment, finally deciding that he needed help, and he walked up to a local.
Flintlock: "Uhhh... I need-o help-o to go-o to-o USA."
Local: "Que Pasa? Que nececitas? Dinero?"
"Uhhh... A plane-o..." said Flintlock, making flapping motions with his arms.
Local: "Pollo?"
Flintlock: "Chilli con carne?"
Local: "Bueno. Vamanos."
Flintlock walked with that man, hoping something good would come of it.
Back at Money-Grubber's mansion:
Money-Grubber: "Well, it's sweet of you guys to look me up. My cash flow's a bit tied up right now, since I had to do repairs on all my hotels, and my lab near Hawaii was blown to pieces by some kind of accident."
Hardy New-Born: "Involving what?"
Money-Grubber: "Some kind of metal capsule they found. It's not relevant to your problems, really."
Hardy New-Born: "So how can you help us?"
Money-Grubber: "There's my mind..."
Hardy New-Born: "Great."
Money-Grubber: "Oh, and my tooled-up stealth helicopter plane, the Moneypede..."
Nowhereman: "I call shotgun!"
Caped Cadet: "There's fuel in it, right?"
Back in Argentina, after a hearty meal of rice, shrimp, and those banana chips things, Flintlock decided he had better call home.
Flintlock: "Uhhh... I need-o a telephone-o."
Local: "Un telefono? Si tengo. Mira."
Flintlock: "Well, I should call collect as to not impose on my hosts anymore."
He started to dial 10-10-321 but then remembered something. "Money-Grubber didn't tell me they spoke Spanish in South America! I'll teach him! I'll dial zero!"