It was the dead of night, and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, HOWEVER one Justin was. In his orbital Evil lab. Naturally i erm...he was working on the usual, my 200th doomsday device, the complete obliteration of France, killing superman.

But suddenly the alarms went off and all that changed as an alarm blared.

"What the hell!" He shouted looking at the equipment for the doomsday device.

"Sir..." One of his ARMY of robot,droid...cyborg...THINGS said hovering next to him. "it is a priority 1-A alert. You have been placed on the 'naughty' list at the north pole."

"ME!? But i've been bribing santa for years!"

"Not...just...you but ALL of YJUTT."

"Why?" he asks with a menacing glare.

"Uhm...c-crimes against...humanity."

"What? How many do we get away with in a year and still get presents?"

"3."

"How many have we committed?"

"Overload OVERLOAD!" The thing shouted as its head exploded.

"So what...four? Five? Well in anycase...i'll need help for this...YOUNG JUSTICE!" he says pressing the buttons on a consol.

"STOP BOTHERING US!" Robin yells and begins the ultimate staff pummeling on Justin.

"Ouch..." He groans after he leaves. "i'm not even gonna try for the Teen Titans...WAIT i'll summon the members of YJUTT!" He says pressing buttons.

(Anyone who wants to join in can!)

"WHAT! I'M BUSY TRYING TO RID THE WORLD OF EVIL BOY BANDS HERE PEOPLE!!! What can be so important to stop that?" She said into her YJUTT com-link with one hand, the other holding a state of the art flamethrower trained on Justic Timberlakes head. "Hmmm? Well, What?"

Meanwhile, in the middle of no-where, 72 TV excecutives awaken to find themselves taken from their beds in the middle of the night miles from home. "W-What happened...?" asked the executive from Fox.

"I-I don't know..." replied hte executive from NBC.

"You have been brought here for to pay for crimes against entertainment," spoke another voice. The executives turn to see a lone figure clad in a blood-red cloak, his face covered by the hood.

"What are you talking about? Where are we?" demanded the executive from Bravo.

"That is unimportant. For years now, you executives have perverted Television with your so-called reality shows. You humilate, destroy and annoy the public for what you claim to be entertainment. I've brought you here to end that."

"You can't scare us! We're protected by Satan and our companies! We're just giving the people what they want," shouted another executive from Fox.

"SILENCE!" the mystery man shouted and the Fox Executive found himself unable to speak. "You speak of giving the people what htey want? I surely do not wish to have my TV times overtaken by people whoring themselves and their self-respect. 'My big fat fiance', ' Who want's to marry a millionaire', 'Fear Factor'. This isn't Television! It is pointless, annoying and takes away from good forms of entertainment. Now I shall ask you all only once: Will you stop reality television?"

"NEVER!" shouted the executives in unision.

"So be it," the mystery man says in a much darker and powerful tone of voice. The executives scream in fear, and try to run, but find themselves unable to move. "Do you little men have any idea how far out of your depth you are?"

The group of executives are thrown backwards and lifted up like rag dolls dropped repeatedly. "Now a lesson for you half-wits, Telekinesis means mind over matter. All you minds... nakes with insecurities, crawling over you like graffitit... so sad... you think TV gives you power?"

"We are protected by the great satan!" shouts an HBO executive, before his mouth seals itself shut.

"You'll be quiet, and you listen to someone else for just five minutes. Now, mind over matter? Think back to all the fancy french food that you ate today. Think about it RIGHT NOW. I'm thinking about moving it UP."

The executive suddenly begin to vomit uncontrollably.

"And moving it DOWN."

The executives swallow their own vomit again.

"Now I don't want to hurt you. But you have to understand, the more you annoy me, the more I can't help but think about deconstructing you, molecule by molecule, memory by memory... until there is nothing left but screaming, traumatized atoms."

"We can pay you!" screams an executive from Showtime.

"Don't patronize me. And don't ever create another reality show. Don't even THINK about it, or I'll know."

The body was sudddenly overtaken by a firery aura of energy that forms a giant bird of prey. The executives screams in horribly agony, before everything is blinded by light. When the light subsides, only the being in the red cloak is left standing, smoke billowing off him. He reaches back to pull off his hood revealing Alan (AKA Robin). He removes the cloak, showing himself to wear a black pants, a blood-red shirt with a Golden 'R' on the chest, and a long leather duster.

He reaches into his jacket a pulls out a check list. "Okay... Reality TV executives..." He crosses out the name. "Next.... George Lucas for what he did to Star Wars..." He looks over his handywork a cell-phone buzzes.

"What?" Robin demands into the phone.

"ah cool they work." Justin gloated as he got through to two members. "Big trouble with big red and jolly. WE'RE ON THE NAUGHTY LIST! Now as you know...that would normally just mean i napalm the north pole...buuut i'm feeling generous so i say we just invade, capture the workshop and force ourselves on the nice list. You two in? Cuz if not im sure certain OTHER members will have no problem at all joining in..."

"Sir?" another robot asks. "The crimes against humanity you've all committed have been calculated."

"And?"

"12,345,678,998,765,543,321."

"Hmmm...six less then last year."

"WHAT! We're on the naughty list!?! They call them CRIMES against humanity. But they're deeds to a greater good, I tell you!" On a unconsious muscle 'spasm' she pulled the trigger of the flame thrower, torching Justin Timberlakes head....but not before he could make a wild move for her shirt, trying to tearit off. "Hey! Let go!"

Riiiiiip!

Falcon, now P.o.'ed torches the rest of the headless, girlie, boy band singer; holding her black blouse( she was wearing a black, shorsleeved blouse, black leather jeans with boots. Hair up in a short ponytail.) closed with the hand that held the comlink. . "dammit! thats the third one this week!.....I'll be there in a few minutes. Just let me change and I'll grab some nutty nutty cheescake and pizza on the way!"

And with that: She was off.

"heh...good thing they dont know about the video-links i added in." Justin gloated once more. (he seems to do that a lot...)

"Uhm...sir?"

"What!?"

"THe link is still on."

"Ohhh she's gonna hurt me...But at least there'll be pizza."

"moron." THe robot muttered...somehow.

"What was that? YOu wanna self destruct!?"

"NO SIR!" It screamed hovering away.

The Phoenix God arua grows slightly, and Alan's eyes are a blaze. "Naughty list? Crimes against humanity? Man where is he getting his information? I say we have a talk with Claus about this. He's a good man (normally), perhaps he can be reasoned with... Oh and Shinobi, just so you know, threatening to napalm the North Pole might be the reason we are on the naughty list. So If I don't get presents this year, the Phoenix God is going to be very unhappy..."

Robin lifts off the ground and flies off into the sky. "Crimes against humanity.... HA! Maybe a few crimes against god and nature, but humanity? What's he smoking?"

"Pffft. Pheonix god." Justin laughs. "I can take a pheonix go-...its standing behind me isnt it?"

The robots all nodd.

"I'll be good."

"Damn right." The pheonix god says leaving.

"Alright alright." Justin sighs. "LETS PREPARE OUR INVASION OF THE NORTH POLE!"

***

Meanwhile at said pole.

"Ahahahahah i ANTI-CLAUSE will soon ruin christmass for EVERYONE what say you to that clause?" A thin, evil looking santa laughs...well...evilly.

"You'll...ever get away with it." He says struggling against his ropes.

"Ok! Back with the pizza! We can get started on planinng Santas demise....Except for you Justin!" Holds pizza away from him. "YOUGETNOPIZZA!! I heard you being a peeping tom! NONE FOR YOU!" She was now dressed~achem~ modestly. Black turtleneck with a necklace with a slightly oversized silver falcon symbol hanging loosely around her neck and black slacks, she was still wearing combat boots, but with a whole lot more 'goodies' hidden in them and they had a bit of a heel. Hair was back in a black headband.
"now...........how are we going to handle this again? are we going to kill him, torture him, just bribe him with a bunch of milk and cookies...?"

Jim, the High Prince of Time, sat on his throne at his Semi-Secret Headquarters at the Fortress at the End of Time, his comfortable, voluminous imperial purple robes settled around him as he relaxed, contemplating his place in the universe as the High Prince of Time. He knew that he was not the master of the Universe... that dubious honor belonged to the "Allmighty" Admins.

Once, that had bothered Jim. Many a millenia (from his perspective, as one outside time) did he spent opposing them, only to be thwarted time and again by the power of the Phoenix-God or the unopposable forces of CRAM. Although he did not believe the battle had been lost ultimately, and still held out some hope that he could rule all the Universe, the High Prince of Time had finally paused in his struggles some time back, evaluating his millions of years of life.

"What have I been doing?" he asked himself. "Why have I been fighting and fighting and fighting? The Admins, may-they-live-forever, had not taken much interest in me untill I injected myself into their affairs and tried to dominate all life. Before that, they left me to my own devises, allowing me to rule the End of Time and my semi-secret fortress here as I see fit and exercise my mastery of time without interferance. I have brought this trouble upon myself!!"

And so, Jim had withdrawn his forces of Mind Controling Time Travelling Spiders with Uzis and all his other powers, settling into his home and taking a solemn pledge.

"Never again shall I seek to dominate all life, all matter, all the Universe. I will be content with my domain. never again will I attack the Admins, except to defend myself, or to stop them from committing great evil. I shall instead remain here, at my vantage point at the End of Time, and study the timestream, meddling from time to time with time to prevent great calamities and destruction."

"The age of the High Prince of Time as a conquerer is over! Begun is the age of the High Prince of Time as protector."

And his forces rightfully rejoiced, since they were understandably tired of getting burned to a crisp by a Phoenix God, or attacked by various rabid genetically engineered animals, or whatever. They cheered for peace.

And so Jim sat on his throne, in his great purple robes, and relaxed, at peace.

"My Prince!! My Prince!!'

"What is it?" Jim asked the approaching servant.

"We're recieving a distress signal from the early 21st century! Something to do with Christmas presents."

Jim sighed. "I'm an atheist, remember? I don't celebrate Christmas. Santa stopped visiting me millions of years ago."

"Sir, this isn't about you."

"Well, who sent the distress signal?"

"A member of YJUTT, my Prince. It calls all YJUTT members to assist in rectifying a terrible situation, in which they were all put on the naughty list."

"Hmmm... that DOES seem unusual... well out of character for Santa. Still, it isn't really my problem. The High Prince of Time does not run around because the Phoenix God is short a few presents. Still... we are at peace now, and they ARE my friends. And, this could be indicative of a more serious problem; perhaps something has happened to Santa. Quick, to the Time Anomoly Viewing Room!!"

"Yes, my Prince!!" Jim and his servant headed through the Fortress untill they came to a room filled with elements from throughout history; ancient viewing wells, medieval crystal balls, world war 2 radar screens, 21st century computers, 31st century scanning devises and things beyond the description of 21st century English, all used to monitor anomolies in the timestream.

"Yes... yes," Jim said, indicating a fluctuaiton on one of the screens. "This seems to be a symptom of a serious disruption in the timestream that couls affect Christmas for centuries after this point. I must assist the YJUTTers in their plight!!"

"Very good, my Prince!!"

"Have a hot bath, some warm apple cider and a good book waiting for me when I return."

"And your fuzzy purple Slippers of Time, my Prince?"

"Yes, and my fuzzy purple Slippers of Time, for after the bath."

"Of course, my Prince."

~~~

"Alright alright." Justin sighs. "LETS PREPARE OUR INVASION OF THE NORTH POLE!"

"now...........how are we going to handle this again? are we going to kill him, torture him, just bribe him with a bunch of milk and cookies...?"

In a flash of rainbow light, Jim appears in the room with his fellow YJUTTers, still clad in his great ourple robes, the cowl down so his head was visible. "Wait, my friends," he said urgently. "This may be something more serious than you think; I sense great fluctuations in the timestream from this event, as if Christmas itself was in jeopardy! We must proceed with great caution, or the disruption to the timestream could be catastrophic!" As he spoke, the High Prince of Time avoided looking at Alan with his Phoenix God power, hoping not to be turned extra-crispy again.

A fiery bird of prey appears besides Rachel and Shinobi, and then then Alan (AKA the Phoenix God, AKA Robin) steps forward. His black hair is licked with small flames, and his mouth is nothing more than a thin line. His normally brown eyes were glowing with yellow energy.

"Now, both the Phoenix Force and I love a good bit of violence as much as the next YJUTTer, I don't think killing and torturing Santa would be the best approach at fixing things. You remember what happened when we did that with the Great Pumpkin...?"

"Did anyone else just have a Obi-Wan Star Wars moment there? Well for once I've gotta agree with Jimbo. If we kill Santa we won't know where he got this crimes against humanity crap. Unless he's been looking at Marx's wish list... but those actions haven't been carried out... yet, so that shouldn't count or effect the rest of us, right?."

"Whose the fruit with the robes?" Justin asks looking at Jim. "OH HELL YOUR HAIR IS ON FIRE!" He yells grabbing a fire extinguisher and using all of it on Alan's head. "now that that is settled...ah...we should discuss HOW we get off the naughty list. Fortunetly i have a plan already. Bring out santa clause 2.3!"

"Sir...you broke that remember? It called you something...in..SOME language and you destroyed it."

"...FINE...just get me the biggest eggroll in china and lets here THEIR ideas."

Alan's semi-ling black hair lay pinned down to his head, drenched in the extinguisher fome that Shinobi had foolishly used on him. Much much to Shinobi's suprise, the fire had not gone out. It actually grew in size. Alan's body became a living shadow-form, with a glowing gold firebird of his eye, and he was surrounded by the aura of a very disgruntled Phoenix God.

"Oh HELL NO... You did not just do that..." he said in a dark voice, that was not so much Alan's as it was the Phoenix Entity. "First and only warning little man: do that again and you will spend the remained of your days under the belief that you are a six-year old girl who has very poor bowel-control."

With the threat, came a mental image of Shinobi in a pink filly-dress, something out of the Barbie collection, with layer upon layer of silk and crinoline petticoatsm bows galore, ankle socks and patent-leather shoes, and with a look of shame as he tried to keep his back to the wall.

"And I'll have the YJUTT girls braid your hair," the Phoenix God added mentally into Shinobi's mind.

The fire aura faded, and Alan's body lost the shadow look so as to regain his normal appearance. He was dry as well.

"Now... about the Santa business. Why not we simply visit the North Pole and things with Nicholas? I'm certain we can talk this over without the need to nuke the north pole. I mean, we could, but then no one get what they want this year."

"Dont threaten me in my lab." Justin says without much conviction. "But fine. Lets try it YOUR way." He says walking into another room and coming out wearing ninja robes. "And you, robot 23-6-21. Keep feeding superman the kryptonite at 30 minute intervals...now. Lets get busy."

"Oh its not a threat, Shin," the Phoenix God sneers. "Its a promise. One that can not only be backed-up but with 20% interest." Alan gives a wide smile, and then looks back at the others. "Shall we?"

The Phoenix Force become a fiery raptor in order to fly them to the North Pole, but then Alan pauses as a realization strikes him.

"Did you say 'keep feeding Superman the kryptonite'?" he asked asked, snapping his head to Shinobi in a predatory manner. "Oh gods... DUDE! Did it ever occure to you that kidnapping the world's greatest Super-hero and poisoning him just MIGHT be the reason we're getting on the naughty list?! Oh for the luv of... thank the Power that Be for a cosmic entity, or I'd have a ulcer right now..."

"...thats not fair." justin/shinobi says watching the pheonix force. "And first of all, Santa himself told me he doesnt like superman! Batman all the way, and second of all, that would only account for me, and THIRD of all, that's nothing to the near apacolypse i averted when several elder gods got angry at my attempt to enslave them...ah...i probably shouldnt have mentioned that last part huh?"

***

Returning to the north pole-

***

"Alright get to work you lazy *incert favorite explative here* before i get out the cattle prode!" Anti-clause yells to the elves as they get to work, breaking the toys they made for chistmas, while various horrendous 'paradies' of santa songs are played such as 'anti-clause is gunning you down'.

"Oh man... I am SO going to be arrested..." Alan mumbles as he holds back throttling Shinobi.

"First off, I really doubt Santa told you that. Superman is the world's biggest boy scoutt. He's the ultimate poster child for the 'good kid'. I know that Batman is beloved, but come on, this is Santa Claus. Second, if you go around torturing Superman, that looks bad on our entire organization. And third..." There was a bolt of anomous lightning that struck, only a few inches form Justin. "the elder gods are STILL piss off as you for what you did."

"Gentlemen, please!!" exclaimed the fruit with the robes... err, I mean, Jim... as he stepped between Alan/Phoenix Force and Justin/Shinobi, his arms outstretched. "This bickering isn't getting us anywhere!!"

Once he saw that he had at least some of their attention, the High Prince of Time continued. "I'm sure that the 'Elder Gods' can handle their own grudges, and Superman obviously isn't going anywhere, so that can be worked out later. Right now, we have to deal with the more immediate problem of what is going on with Santa. Agreed?"

There is a flicker of annoyance in Alan's eyes, but he then begins to speak as if talking to a slow child. "No. See the act of tortuting innocent super-heroes for no apparent reason is somewhat more important than our gifts (I can't believe I'm saying this).

"Look Jim, I appreciate your wanting to be peace maker, but would you think about this for a minute? Justin tortures Superman (who is the perfect 'good boy' in any person's book especially Santa), that makes Santa mad. Santa gets mad, he gets put on the naughty list. Justin ticks off the Elder Gods, and that could also makes Santa mad. That could also puts him on the naughty list.

"If Shinobi keeps doing these naughty things, then Santa thinks we can't control him, and he puts us ALL on the naughty list. We might just be answering our own question as to why Santa is ticked off at us. I'm not saying we don't go investigate, but I'm not going to leave Kal-El here to get tortured just because Justin isn't a big fan of his. (Besides, he still owes me 50 bucks...)"

The Phoenix Force erupts from Alan's body, and goes to where Superman is being held. "Please fogive Justin. He's ideas of morality are somewhat lacking," the Phoenix says, soothing the totally justifiable anger from the Last Son of Krypton. "How's about we wipe those nasty memories of torture and you can be on your merry way?"

"Boys, Boys, Boys."
"You do realise"
"That if you take that fiery raptor."
"All the way to the north pole"
"Santa"
"Mr Claus"
"Is going to be even more"
"Annoyed"
"At"
"You."

Two girls stood behind them holding hands wearing black dresses, knee high white socks and black baby doll shoes, Wonder bra’s slightly visible in red.
The Lani/Cassie/Greta twins stood together, green eyes shining and their strawberry blonde (with matching red streaks) in pigtails tied with pink and green bands. As they laughed in unison it was clear they were a mix of all three.

“I’m Lain” The LDG with green ties smiled.
“I’m Lian” The girl with pink bands smiled.

They were very ‘The Shining’.

“The Christmas”
“Fairy”
“Angel”
“Sent us to help you.”
“She heard you were going to”
”Melt the Ice Palace.”
“Where the Nutcracker lives”
“And the prince.”
“In a tower”
“He’s so hot”
“Totally”
“Your supposed to go there”
”To save the prince”
“Who has the list”
“We’re coming too.”
“To see if Christ-missy”
“Who lives on top of Tree mountain”
“Is a fairy or”
“An angel and”
”To find out which one of us”
“Is the evil twin.”

Jim, about to reply to Alan's explanation, instead turned to look at... ummm... whoever these girls were supposed to be.

"Ummm, hello. What are we doing now?" he asked with a look of utter confusion and dumbfoundedness.

Kye aka. The Goddess of Death was in the process of nailing her Psychology teacher to the classroom wall when she received the message from Shin.

"I BLOODY SLAVE MY GUTS OUT GETTING MY PSYCHOLOGY COURSEWORK DONE ON TIME AND THEN YOU GIVE EVERYONE ELSE AN EXTENTION!!!???" She screamed whilst using the ultimate weapon of the PINK hair dye to humiliate her lecturer.

"Night and day I work, dealing with that weirdo Freud and his theory that we all lust after out parents...I mean EWWWWWWWW!!! But noooooooooooo, I was a good little girl and did the work...u are sooooooooooo gonna pay!!!" She was just about to scalp his freshly dyed pink head of hair with her thermal scythe when her communicator beeped. She sighed heavily and played the message... "Dammit! And I was just about to let off some serious steam!"

Glares at teacher and whispers in a suppressed violent tone, "Now this is how it is going to go, you are going to go through my coursework and be soooooooo astounded by the amazing work I have done that you are going to give my a first rate "A", that is unless you want to loose something dear to you..." Kye threatened as she lowered the scythe to his crutch!!!

"OK OK...I'LL DO ANYTHING, I SWEAR!!!" The floundering teacher begged.

"Good!" She said sweetly as she pops into the nearest teleporter and meets with the others, spots everyone looking pissed and donned in fancy getups... "Ahhh HELL!" Kye exclaimed as she looked down at her big baggy ripped trousers and boy's top, which was two times too big for her, not to mention the food stains! (Hey I'm a slob, I can't help it! :D )

"You guys really gotta let a girl know if she's meant to make an effort!" *Rushes off and dons baggy jet black, hipster, skater trousers that have a habit of showing the tops of white underwear, and a tight fitting, grey, Japanese style cross over top and ankle length black cardigan/jacket. "Kay dudes and dudettes, I'm presentable...this had better be damn worth the effort!"

<<<*Sigh* Basically becasue i play 2 characters i couldn't decide my alter ego, so i have two, thus the twins meaning i get to be all creepy.
Green is Lain. Pink is Lian. and purple is the two speaking together, ie, pink and green mixed. Lain and Lian are re-arranged ways of Lani.

So the two suggested not taking the pheonix becaus eits fire, Ice pole made of ice, burny burny, this means that 'the ice palace' would melt and they have to go there to get the naughty nice list that the prince has but he's been locked in the tower which is guarded by the nutcracker. A good deed, freeing the prince, putting them further from the naughty list making them the 'heroes' capable of saving the day.

Need anything else?>>>

>>Minor note: The Fiery Phoenix Arua isn't actually comprised of fire. Its psychic energy that flares so powerfully it looks like fire. And yes, the telepathic energy can be manipulated to take on the properties of fire, but that wouldn't be recommended for normal 'non-abusive' uses.<<

"Does anyone else feel like they've just met the Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen from Hell?" Alan askes in slight confusion at the Lani twins, but then thinks about what he just said. "Wait... never mind..."

"Kay dudes and dudettes, I'm presentable...this had better be damn worth the effort!" Kye says.

"Well that depends m'lady," Alan said with a fiery glint in his eye. "Apparently Santa feels we are overly naughty. I belive the exact words are 'we have commited crimes against humanity'. Meanwhile we discover Shinobi has been torturing Superman, and now we the twins here... Its like the Nick and Jessica christmas Family Show only with out the evil and singing."

"Now I assure you, my power won't melt the north pole. So long as I don't find MORE super-heroes being tortured..." The Phoenix glared at Shinobi.

"Nah, no other heros. I only hate superman...although I might bare being watched closely...ever since that time Joker talked me into giving him one of my devices, i havent quite been feeling myself." Justin/shinobi says looking around the room. 'Good, now they wont think its ENTIRELY my fault that im torturing superman.'

"In any case, lets go! I wanna see if Santa's as large as they say, all of our...transactions...have been done via computer hook ups."

Alan looked at Justin with an unreadable expression. "Justin, we've got twin girls of great power (Lani), a Goddess of Death (Kye), the Great Founder (Rachel), a guy who travels through time (Jim), and a cosmic force (Alan). We know you kidnapped Superman under your own will. Please don't lie to us. Its degrading.

"And if it turns out we are all being put on the naughty list because of your anti-superman behavior, we will take it out of your hide."

"Now what's all this stuff about an Ice Palace and the list?"

"Yeesh, well if Luthor offered you as much money as he did me anyone'd do it...i mean you should have SEEN all those zeros. But fine lets get going, before Superman discovers any unpleasent side effects of three months of kryptonite exposure." Justin said looking around. 'Why dont I have incredible cosmic powers? I'm gonna need to strike a deal with Darkseid...'

"Yeesh, well if Luthor offered you as much money as he did me anyone'd do it...i mean you should have SEEN all those zeros. But fine lets get going, before Superman discovers any unpleasent side effects of three months of kryptonite exposure."

"Oh knock it off Justin!" Alan snaps with extreme exsaperation. "You just said that you kidnapped Superman because you hate him. Then you changed you story to say it's Joker's fault, and now you're blaming Luthor? Pick story and stick with it. Geeze! I have half a mind to let Kal keep his memories and let him deal with you."

'Why dont I have incredible cosmic powers? I'm gonna need to strike a deal with Darkseid...'

The Phoenix Raport explodes into a blinding presence that fills all those with ill-intentions with great fear. "FOOLISH MORTAL, DO NOT SPEAK OF THE DARK GOD HERE! ALL WHO SIDE THEMSELVES WITH THE DARKSIED WILL SUFFER IN HORROR THEY CANNOT IMAGINE!"

The Phoenix Rapport lowers, but Alan is still surrounded by a fiery arua. "And to answer your question, the reason we don't let you have power like ours is because you go around kidnapping Superman and thinking about making deals with Darksied. You don't exactly give us the impression of one who won't be easily corrupted by cosmic powers."

(For those wondering why the Phoenix hates Darksied so much, you'd need to read the X-Men/Teen Titans crossover from the late '70's where Darksied forcefully tried to control the Phoenix Force.)

"First, there was a large combination of factors involved, Second, This is MY lab. Third, yes i am easily curropted but in the end i do whats right, im only human, and fourth, can we focus on whats really important, GETTING OUR PRESENTS BACK!"

"Madre de Dios..." Alan groans before giving Justin a sinister smile that is far more scary than comforting. "First, we notice that there seems to be a combination of factors since you KEEP ADDING ONE. Why not just take responisibility of your actions and save face?"

"Second: I don't care if this is your lab. YOUR TORTURING SUPERMAN FOR GODS SAKE!

"Third: Admiting that you are easy to corrupt isn't a way to get power. If you admit to being corrupted easily that means you'll be less likely to 'do whats right' since it sounds like you enjoy being corrupted. And considering going to Darkseid for power doesn't help your case either.

"Fourth: We will take care of the presents, but you might want to stop digging yourself into a deeper hole by bringing up hero kidnapping, torturing, and lying ot your associates."

"And fifth... I'm going to ask you to lower your voice. For your own sake."

Alan turns back to the others. "I've freed Superman and just so Justin doesn't get broken in half (no matter how much he deserves it), wiped his memories and healed his body of the Kyrptonite posioning. Now I ask again, are we expecting anyone else?"

((Hey, I read that crossover. I thought it was pretty lousy. But then, I think that about about 99% of all inter-company crossovers, so I guess it is to be expected from me.))

"Well," replied Jim, "as I understood it, the message went out to all YJUTTers, so if anyone else was coming they probably would have been here by now." The High Prince of Time then shrugged, adding "And if not, we've got here Twin Girls of Great Power, a Goddess of Death, the Great Founder, a Cosmic Force, the Master of Time and Shinobi. I'd imagine we'd be kind of hard to miss, unless we wanted to be. I say we get going."

"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ! WAKE UP ALREADY! WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE! THERE'S DEATH AND DESTRUCTION EVERYWHERE AND YOU'RE NOT A PART OF IT!" Marx's pet robot shaped like a metal piece of toast for some reason continues to try to wake up the Cram God to no avail. "Hmmmm. THOSE NEW EPISODES OF FAMILY GUY ARE ON AND YOU FORGOT TO SET THE VCR!"

Instantly Marx popped up and ran full speed to the tv. "....I see no Family Guy...INFIDEL!" Marx picks up his UltraCraminator and prepares to rip the PR(pet robot) a new one...and it'd have to be new since the robot didn't have 'one' to begin with. "Wait master wait! Wait! I've been getting a call from YJUTT! They said we wouldn't be getting any presents for Christmas because of our 'crimes against humanity'." Marx began to ponder. "Crimes against humanity? Well...couldn't be me."

"But um...sir...what about those nuns you keep bombing? And those buildings you keep setting on fire. Oh, and all those random people you smack with your rubber chickens of vengeancy vengeance. Oh and that family that you threw off that cliff for trying to cut in line at the amusement park. Oh, and-" Marx began to pull out a rubber chicken which immediatly silenced the PR. "Are you implying that this is my fault. All of those were normies and therefore not legitimate members of humanity. It's a well known fact. It's in the book!"

"Er...that book that's in that dimension only you can get too?" "Ya dern skippy! Of course that book. If it was in this dimension people would change it all willy nilly! Anyway where is everyone now?" "They're preparing to leave without you. I've been trying to wake you up for hours." "Fine fine. I'm on my way." "Um...sir?" "WHAT?" "You're still in your boxers..." "I new there was a reason I kept you around you robotic peice of toast, you!" With of wave of the UltraCraminator, Marx was garbed in all black clothes with red words on his shirt which read "Bow before me you fudging infidels!" and a long black trenchcoat.

Marx then instantly appeared beside the others in a black flash(yeah I said a black flash) and maniacal laughter. "Sorry I'm so late guys. Was kind of sleeping. Also threw those nuns off the cliff this time. I swear they're invincible, nothing I try ever works, oh well, I digress."

(Yeah, but you think all crossovers are lousy, so your opinion is bias from before you open the book, Jim. Besides, I was just making a refrence, not a question.)


"Oh gods..." Phoenix grumbles. "You guys are SOOO lucky that it was the Phoenix Force who chose me and not the Specter Spirit. Otherwise you'd all be rotting in the fiery pits of hell without sunscreen."

Alan rubs the bridge of his nose. "And I hope you realize that with everything you admit to, we can't in good concious ask for our presents. You know... since TWO OF YOUR HAVE JUST ADMITED TO CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY?!"

Alan's hand shoots up to silence any debates. "And don't give me the 'they're normies and not part of the YJUTT' crap. That don't matter to Santa Claus."

"God let's just go," Alan sighs.

"You know," comments Jim, "it occurs to me that you guys have been committing crimes against humanity for a long time now. Why has Santa Claus only now just recognized it and put you on the naughty list, instead of putting you on it LAST Christmas, too? There may be something else at work here, some external agency we haven't seen yet..."

"Maybe because the YJUTT has only existed as an organization for a year, and last Christmas we hadn't racked up the many naughty things. And lets not forget your constant manipulations through time, for personal gain Jim. You have as much to answer for as many of us." Phoenix said.

"Alright, let's go," he then said raising his hands high and the phoenix aura engulfing the group. The fire bird raises into the sky and moves steadily towards the North.

"Well," replied Jim as he was engulfed in the Phoenix-ness of Alan, "I wouldn't really call my manipulations of time 'crimes against humanity,' but I HAVE reformed after all."

"Besides, Santa hasn't delivered presents to me for millenia, ever since I renounced God, Christianity and the concept of absolute morality."

'Well considering every action you take alters time, its very possibly you've affected things a negative way. The smallest thing could lead to important people not being born, others to die and many others to exectue thing that could prove negative.' Alan said into Jim's mind telepathically, as they flew over North America towards Canada.

A telepathic image of a red-headed stewartess appeared in everyone's mind. 'Hi everyone. Now thank you for flying Phoenix Air. For those of you new, lets go over saftey, Okay? Since their is no seatbelts, we'll skip over that. Incase of a water landing, your seatcushing... er... okay, make that the dead body next to you can be used as a floation devise. Please keep your hands and legs inside the telekinetic energy at all times. The exits are here, and here and here, and just about everywhere. The inflight movie for today, is just about anything you want. If you are thirst or need to use the bathroom... Well tough. And dont' even think about going while we're flying. Do you know how hard it is to get urine out of a cosmic aura?"

The stewartess then vanished before Alan 'mind-spoke' again.

"So Lani(s)," Phoenix said into the twin's minds. 'What was all this stuff about the Nutcraker and icepalace?"

"Geez," Shinobi whispered to Marx. "He REALLY needs to lighten up, it was all in good fun." Then of course when the 'stwerdess' showed up instantly he asked for his movie. "Bikini babes 9!"

***

"Hmmmm..." Anti-clause says looking over the naughty nice list. "Well, i dont need this since no ones gettin' anythin' this year!" he laughed maniacally as the elves were still destroying the toys. "Now then...what opposition do i have? No one? Good, good." He then pulled out a six pack and started chugging.

"Bikini babes 9!"

Kye physically cringed at Shin's request and discreetly whispered to him "you force me to watch that garbage and believe me I shall introduce two things down south that you hold very dear to my thermal scythe...do I make myself clear?" she finished with a sweet smile.

The ninja sighed looking at the other passenger. "Fine fine." He groaned. "Why do women hate me? I know im a hyper pervert but at least i dont run around groping women like Happosai, and at least i admit it...but alright, how about 'how the grinch stole christmas' then?"