(this takes place during Visionary’s “League of Irregulars”)

spiffy, tyrannical despot of France, was in a foul mood.
   "The trouble with ruling France" he said to no-one in particular, "Is that it’s full of French people." He paced back and forth across his Louis XIV carpet. "The lousy snail-eaters bowed down for any dictator who happened to be passing through for the last century, and yet *now* they fight for their freedom?" He let out a few choice curses. "Did they drive Hitler out? Nooooooooooo! But let spiffy take over, and suddenly the country sprouts a backbone!"
   "It’s this new leader, sir." His chambermaid said. "The people say he’s the Patron Saint of France, come to liberate his people! They would follow him anywhere!"
   A palace guard burst into the royal quarters. "My liege! The people are at the gates! They have come behind their new leader! They are demanding for your head!"
   spiffy took a quick look out the front window. The people were erecting a barricade across the streets from the palace. Well, that wasn’t a huge concern. After all, spiffy possessed the stolen JarvisCosmic. No man was his equal. Atop the hastily constructed wall a lone figure stood waving a blue white and red flag. spiffy’s eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the features of the man.
   "Oh, crap!" he said.
   The man was… spiffy.  Looking closer, spiffy realized that it was obviously a hastily-made duplicate, for it had no fern.  But, that wasn’t really his problem right then.  The people of France were coming towards him.  With torches.  spiffy despised torches.  At any rate, this rebellion should be easily quelled. Gathering the JarvisCosmic around him, he fired a particularly nasty bolt at his twin.  Nothing happened.  Puzzled, spiffy tried again, to the same result.  Again and again he hailed the imposter with his fury, to no end.

A half-hour later…

Visionary had been retrieved from the floor of the interrogation room, and he and NTU were going over Lisa’s rolodex.
   "Have you managed to contact Yo?" he asked NTU, who was trying to reach the other posters by phone.
   "Hmmm? Oh, yes." NTU answered. "It seems he managed to defeat his British double. He’s on his way here now."
   "That’s good." Visionary said. "I was sort of creeped-out by that British one. Those ‘Jolly Goods’ got tedious real quick.. Has anyone else checked in?"
   "I got ahold of Space Ghost." replied NTU. "It seems he and his double were bonding. He may have been drunk, it was hard to tell. He said he’d try to join up with us later, though."
   "Great, we need all the help we can get." Visionary said honestly. He knew SG would be a valuable member of their team, even if he wasn’t too sure about the value of SG’s ‘spank ray’.
   NTU dialed an extremely long phone number and pressed the ‘speaker phone’ button.      "Hello, spiffy?" he said, raising his voice. "spiffy are you there?"
   "AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" screamed spiffy. "The French are revolting!"
   "Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that joke, spif..." NTU said, rolling his eyes. "We got us a situation here."
   "They’ve got torches!" spiffy screamed. "They’re burning my drapes! God help me!"
   "Sure, spiffy..." Visionary said sarcastically. "When you’re through fooling around, meet us here at Zemo’s place." He hit the ‘disconnect’ button.

   spiffy disconnected the communications line hurriedly.  It was obvious that the fools in the LoR wouldn’t come to his aid.  But the drapes… his beautiful drapes… something had to be done.  He’d been frustrated in his continuous attempts to destroy the rebellion’s leader, so another method must be employed.
   “Mackenzie!  I need the army, right away!”
   “I am zorry, Zire, but you deestroyed zee armee when you took ovair France… I mean… speeffyland,” the servant replied.
   “Yes, yes… probably shouldn’t have done that…” spiffy recalled, vaporising Mackenzie on a whim, “Now, what to do about the murderers of drapes…?” Suddenly, spiffy whirled around to stare at Mackenzie’s smouldering remains.  How could he be so stupid?  If the leader couldn’t be destroyed, simply destroy the army.  Giggling with glee, spiffy waved his hand and the first wave of attackers were annihilated and the flaming drapes were destroyed.  Seeing the fate of their comrades, the French decided that spiffy wasn’t in the mood for an attack, so they left.  Content, spiffy leaned on his window… only to see his duplicate still waving that accursed flag.
   “What…?  Why can I have no peace?  You there, what is your business?”
   “… I want to know where I am,” the man replied.
   “Oh, for the love of… You’re in France!  Why the hell are you attacking me?”
   “The citizens said that you had taken over this country.  I thought that that was unjust, so I attacked.  I admit that I may have been a bit hasty, but it seemed to be the best thing to do at the time…”
   “All right… so… why can’t I destroy you?”
   “No idea.  Jarvis stole my powers, so I should have no defence.”
   “Jarvis did that?  Wait… what powers?”
   “My spiffyCosmic.”
   “Oh… he must have some kind of immunity,” spiffy muttered to himself, “Well, stranger, I have no need of you here.  I’ll send you to a… friend.  Heh heh heh…”
   With that, the duplicate spiffy vanished.

Months later, at spiffy’s mansion

   “Bloody beavers getoffofme!!!” spiffy cried, to no avail.
   The beavers were at it again.  Ever since spiffy’d moved into his new mansion, the beavers had been making a nuisance of themselves.  At every opportunity, they would mob spiffy for no apparent reason.  He was starting to get fed up.
   “Getoffgetoffgetoff!”
   And, to his surprise, they did.  The mob dispersed to all corners of the house, leaving only the hard hat-wearing head beaver.  The beavers gave him a dirty look, spat on the floor, and stumbled off.
   “Ugh… Robbie?  He spat on the floor again. Could you clean it up?”
   “Yes, master,” the robot replied, “Would you like me to answer the door first, sir?”
   “The door?” spiffy muttered.  In the chaos, he’d missed the chimes.  “Uh… yes, please, Robbie.”
   “Very good, sir.”
   Robbie opened the door and spiffy froze.  Looking back at him was an exact duplicate of himself!
   “Terribly sorry, sir, that was the mirror room.  I’ll get the door.”
   spiffy gave a sigh of relief.  Clones were annoying.  Robbie opened the door, and spiffy inhaled quickly.  Looking back at him was an exact duplicate of himself!
   “This is the real door, sir.  Not my fault,” With that, Robbie went off to clean up the spit.
   “What… no… the… hey?” spiffy stammered eloquently.
   “Oh, hello there.  You must be the spiffy of this universe.  May I come in?” the man at the door inquired.
   “What… uh… yeah… in… come… wha?”
   “Thank you kindly.  I should probably explain myself.  You do remember the invasion of the League of Irregulars some time back, I suppose?”
   “The League of who?  Oh… must’ve been while I was gone,” spiffy made a mental note to make sure that the LL had told him everything that he’d missed, “What’s that?”
   “A group from an alternate universe that is the exact opposite of your universe.  My name is Bubba.  I believe I may be your duplicate… are you evil?”
   “Group from… universe… duplicate… what… oh… uh, no, not evil.  Good, I guess.”
   “That’s odd…”
   “But there was an evil spiffy!”
   “Oh, that must be it.  And your duplicate would’ve been my evil spiffy.  Splendid.”
   “All right… so you’re powerless like me?”
   “Ah… no… not at all.  I have the spiffyCosmic.  Don’t you?”
   “No… I’m powerless… but evil spiffy was cosmically powerful, that makes no sense.  Was your evil spiffy cosmically powerful?”
   “Yes, he was.  But I wouldn’t try to figure it out.  It would just give you a headache.”
   “Yeah… did he have a fern?”
   “Never mind that.  Now, I assume that you have some kind of heroic group here… perhaps the League of Regulars?”
   “Yeah… but it’s the Lair Legion now.  Um… why?”
   “Well, I’d like to join, of course!  Why else?”

Uh… someone else write about Bubba’s initiation to the LL.  I don’t even know who the leader is right now.  But do let him join, and he can participate as an LL member in any parodies you want.  Buh-bye.