"You know, little Yo, I've been thinking hard," Visionary was telling Yo at the same time his mouth was full with a chocolate cake.

Yo: *lol*

Visionary: umm, Have you been talking a bit too much with PPP, Haven't you?.

Yo: sorry Visi, you said something about thinking. A new experience for you, isn't it?.

Visionay: thanks!, Can I continue?.

Yo: *lol*

Visionary: Like I was telling you, I had thought about why has to be Jarvis our leader?

Yo: He's good.

Visionary: Sure, but it's not the point now. Others can be better. It's time to vote for another one. With more skills, cleverer, good looking. The candidate’s image is important like you know.

Yo: ummm, and who fits in all the requisites……… Ohhh!. I see clearer now. You want to be our leader??

Visionary: me??. Never thought about it before. Son, you might have a point here.

At Visionary and Cheryl Condo:

"I told you this morning not, and the answer continues being the same. No, NO,Nooooooooooo,".Cheryl sweetly answered to Visionary proposition.

"Please?. Come on darling!. Don't you want to be the 1^st Lady at board?" Visionary pleaded with his more charming smile.

Cheryl: Don't be childish. You used to spend more time with me before you joined this funnies friends of you.

Visionary: What do you mean??. We always go out whenever you want, or have you forgotten Larry's bowl a rama?.

Cheryl: No dear. I haven't yet. You aren't helping yourself bring on this night, aren't you?.

Visionary: But Cheryl. I need you with your HTLM knowledge. I need you with the campaign. The electors are susceptible to colored propaganda.

Cheryl: Umm, If I help you, we go out wherever I want whenever I want, and of course not football, not bawls, and so on at least for a whole month.

Visionary: Did you say a whole week?

Cheryl: Month, dear, a damn whole month.

Visionary: ---

Cheryl: Darling?

Visionary: ----

Cheryl: I'm waiting dear.

"Now Cheryl is helping us, we can check others opinions. More allies more votes," Visionary said helpfully. He was doing a good work explaining Yo the basis of a good campaign.

Yo: Which are the things you're going to improve? I think is a good thing to know what our candidate stand for.

Visionary: Don't be silly. I'll think about it once I'm elected. Like Everybody do.

Yo: I see.

At another place, The Spectacular Starseed is cleaning his GAAAAAHHH weapon like a mother care his baby, proud and lovely.

Visionary: Hi, fellow teammate.

Sarseed: Who?, Oh, Look! Visionary and his pet!.

Visionary: Yes, yes. I love your sense of humor. Hahaha. But I've to talk you about a more important matter

Yo: What does a pet mean?

Starseed: Then, sure it can wait.

Visionary: *smiling cynically* I think it's time for a new LL leader.

Starseed: Really?. I tend to disagree. Jarvis is doing a good work.

Yo: What is a pet?

"No offense to Jarvis. Good fellow. Certainly the best", Visionary stated carefully and in a subtle way. "But, I have got a lot of ideas to improve our efficient like a team"

Starseed: Really?

Visionary: We can talk about it later. Just join me.

Starseed: Ummmm. Don't know. Perhaps if you finish all your sentences with a GAHHHHHH!….

Visionary: Nice by me.

Starseed: Umm…..

Visionary: Nice by me GAHHHH!

Yo: Pet?

Visionary: *happily*. Ha! A new friend!!

Yo: *thoughtfully* Visi, Starseed gave me an idea

Visionary: Son, I'm the brain here. Let me think what it's better.

Yo: But I'll help you if you finish your sentences with "fuzzy bunnies".

Banjooooooo was having a good time inside his tub, singing happily "I'm the Queen of the Seas," a lullaby that all the Sea monkeys' loving mothers teaches their little monkeys.

After Visionary explained him what a good thing for the lair would be to change Jarvis by him…

Banjoooo: Bored. I don't care. I'm busy ruling my kingdom and making archives.

Visionary: Fine, because you're busy, it's better if other with more ski…I mean free time does it. Starseed, Cheryl and Yo think I'm the best.

Banjoooooo: Ok, but only if you write in your propaganda; "Banjoooo is the best. Join his fan club".

Visi: -------

Yo: Visi, aren't you forgetting something

Visionary: ------GAHHHHHH!; Fuzzy bunnies!

Lisa smacked Jarvis, whom she thought was asking for another round of...goodies.

"I meant Vizh appeasing everyone else continues!!!" said Jarv, who now looked at Vizh cockeyed, because he was screaming GAHHH!, wearing tons of logos for Banjooooo’s fan club, and feeding fuzzy bunnies at the same time. "If you want to impress us, go somewhere else—we’re busy...or at least planning to be..."

Cheryl sprung on them, fearing the worst for her husband and Lisa’s erotic tendencies. "I meant what I said at the bowling alley about Vizh being...y’know...not my type. You don’t have to worry."

"Oh, I’m not—I think I like the idea of him being leader."

"Really? GAHHHH! Well—GAHHH!--what made you—GAHHH!!!--change your mind—GAHHH!?

"Can you say ‘political puppet’?"

"Aw, you wouldn’t manipulate me—now let’s go make that baby you wanted."

Cheryl grinned—around her finger and trained like a pet. This would be too easy...

Visionary, known far and wide for his indefatigable spirit, tackled probably his greatest challenge in getting elected Lair Legion Leader.

He approached the cosmic beings of Zemo’s Lair.

First, he approached the Shaper.

Shaper: I have no time for such things; the Shaper of Worlds is an enterprising adventurer, and lover of all impossible travels. Politics of the common man are so inconsequential in comparison to the birthing of a quasar, or even a dwarf star.

Visionary: So you’re saying you won’t vote for me.

The Shaper vanished.

Visionary: Damnit. GAAAAAAAAAAAH. Fuzzy bunnies. I must find more support. I wonder if the Chronicler’s around.

Visionary prepared to visit the Chronicler, then stopped in his tracks.

Visionary: There’s just ONE problem with that idea . . .WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DOES HE LIVE, ANYWAY?

Yo: Yo being suggest going to Chronicler Planet, where all other Chronicler beings habitat.

Visionary: .……….

Space Ghost: He said "Clinton sucks."

Visionary jumped.

Visionary: Where in the bloody blazes did you come from?

SG: Bad election party. Don’t ask.

The Ghost then retired to his private quarters, still pantsless.

Yo: Yo being feel that Space Ghost must apply pants. He is a danger to my friends, the fuzzy bunnies.

Jarvis walked by, then sped by faster as Yo continued on his speech about rabbits having rights too, damnit.

Visionary: Yo.

Yo: Yes, Visionary being/friend?

Visonary: WHERE THE BLOODY HELL’S THE CHRONICLER?

Lisa: Try the library; I . . . left . . . him there.

Lisa continued on her . . . way . . . to Jarvis’ room.

Visionary: Nice try; he’s made out of pure knowledge now. I don’t see how even YOU could pull that off.

Cheryl entered the Parodyverse, as did NTU and Post-Crisis Starseed.

NTU: So, you see, I feel that the nuclear updrafts of my new thermo-dynamic geokinetic coffee mug will BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH.

Starseed: Good God, he’s on a roll. Stop him, lest I be forced to unleash the GAAAAAAAAAAAH power.

Visionary: NTU, you had a cappucino again, didn’t you?

Donar enters.

Donar: Forsooth, what manner of strange babbling be entering forth from my comrade, the scholarly gentleman known as NTU, the technical wizard?

Visionary: GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN; SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE THE ****** CHRONICLER IS!!!!!!!!!!

The books in the Legion’s libary swirled, as if caught in a bad early 90’s special effects tornado.

Then, a luminous being appeared from the massive pile of books that lay on the floor.

COS: Ask, and ye shall receive. What troubles you so, my child?

Visionary: …………..

NTU: You read the Old Testament in under five seconds again, didn’t you?

COS: Passes the time. YOU try reading everything ever written in under a day; see if THAT doesn’t mess around with your speaking ability.

Visionary: Um . . . vote for me? I’m going to replace Jarvis as Lair Legion Leader.

Jarvis entered the room.

Jarvis: Whom is replacing whom?

Visionary: Um . . .

COS: My place is with the knowledge of the universe, not such political endeavors. You have a noble heart and creative spirit, comrade Visionary; but I have other matters to attend to, responsibilties you cannot even dream of.

NTU suddenly goes into convulsions.

NTU: I am the Great Cornhulio! I need t.p. for my bunghole!

Starseed: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Starseed’s burst of GAAAAAAAAAAH energy ™ ceased NTU’s caffeine induced quivering; and in the confusion, the COS left again.

Yo: Where is the Chronicler being? I had questions I wanted to ask him.

Cheryl: Where’s Lisa? I think I’d quite enjoy a coffee shop endeavor after this . . .

Visionary knocked on the door to Emoh S’ranod. "Donar, open up!" Yo nudged him. "What? Oh..." Visionary rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "It’s me, Visionary, Banjooo’s #1 fan, lover of fuzzy bunnies, er... in a platonic way, you understand... and, um... Gaaaaaaaahhh!"

Donar opened the door with a peculair look on his face. "Art thou all right, man?" he said. "Thou doth make less sense than usual."

"It’s a long story. Anyway, I was wondering if you would help me become leader of the LL—Join Banjooo’s fan club, fuzzy bunnies... gah."

"Art thou selling cookies?"

"Er... no. Just buying... um, that is... *campaigning* for votes. Banjooo, bunnies, gah."

Yo looked at him critically. "I am not feeling that you mean it anymore."

"Speaketh plainly!" the confused Donar demanded.

Visionary sighed. With all these campaign promises, this whole idea was becoming less and less attractive. Chances are there was paperwork involved in being leader as well. Visionary hated paperwork. He promised himself for the three thousandth time to think an idea through completely before acting on it. Still, he had come this far, and he was no quitter.

"Verily," Visionary began, "I have traveled to famed Emoh S’ranod to petition a warrior born to aid me in mine quest most noble. I profess my admiration at the fabled fuzzy bunnies of the mystical realm, the Happy Place, as well as thy coragious teammate Banjoooo. To express mine emotions, no word speaketh more truly than that of mighty Starseed. Therefore, I SAY THEE GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

"Better." Yo said approvingly.

"Verily." Donar agreed. "Thy words do thou honor. Gladly, wouldst I follow thee into Hel itself."

"Uh... thanketh thou." Visionary said, then he and Yo departed to round up more votes. "At this point, even I have no idea what I’m talking about." Visionary sighed.

"Ah, then truly you have reached the title, politician." Yo observed.

"But you forget something..."

Visionary sighed. "Joineth Banjooo’s fan club, fuzzy bunnies...gah."

Vis: So, Yo, who’s next on your little list of voters?

Yo: You forget something, yes?

Vis: …gah, fuzzy bunnies, yeseth, etc.

Yo: You maybe should be more of enthused. Next is spiffy. We go now to his room.

The pair entered spiffy’s room... well... tried to enter spiffy’s room. The piled up trash was blocking the door.

Yo: spiffy? spiffy? Is you there?

There was no answer.

Vis: Hm... where is he? Maybe Jarvis’ll know.

Yo: Hm?

Vis: Fuzzy bunnies... gah...

Yo: Good.

They explored the LL headquarters looking for Jarvis. When they found him, he was busy with Lisa. So they decided to ask Cheryl.

Vis: Cheryl, honey, do you know where spiffy is?

Cheryl: Forgetting something, dear?

Vis: Don’t you start... fuzzy bunnies... gah...

Cheryl: Such a good boy... spiffy’s at his house. Remember? About a week ago? The entire LL helped him move in?

Yo: Me remembers that.

Vis: So why didn’t you mention it???

Yo: You...

Vis: Fuzzy bunnies... gah...

Yo: Good. We go get spiffy now.

So, the two of them went over to spiffy’s house. Though house probably wasn’t the right term for it...

Vis: Uh... man, this place is a fortress. A mansion. Really... big.

Yo: for-

Vis: Fuzzy *bloody* bunnies, gah.

Yo: Bunnies no like that.

Vis: Sorry, Yo. This whole election thing’s getting to me.

Yo: ...

Vis: Fuzzy bunnies. Gah.

Yo rang the doorbell. Promptly, a robot butler came to the door.

Rob: Hello...? Oh... master, some more bums are here for money.

spiffy: I’ll take care of them, Rob... oh, Vis! Yo! What brings you here?

Vis: Well, see, I’m running for leader of the Lair Legion. And I was wondering if I had your support.... fuzzy bunnies. Gah.

spiffy: What?

Vis: Never mind...

Yo: Vis...

Vis: …fuzzy bunnies. gah.

spiffy: All right... well what’s wrong with having Jarvis as leader?

Vis: Well... I just think it’s time for a change. I mean, he has no powers... fuzzy bunnies. Gah.

spiffy: You don’t have any powers either.

Vis: Yeah, but... uh... what’s that thing behind you? fuzzy bunnies, gah.

spiffy: What do you... oh my God, not again! AHHHHH!!!! Gotta go, please come againAHHHHHHH!!!! Getitoffgetitofffffff!!!

As Yo and Visionary looked on in amazement, spiffy was assaulted by a horde of crazed beavers wearing hard hats. Before they could come to his aid, a particularly large and unhappy looking beaver slammed the door.

Yo and Vis: ...

Vis: Well, I think that went well...

Yo: Bunnies?

Vis: …fuzzy bunnies... gah...

Visionary and Yo were on the prowl for potential subjects in Visionary’s campaign to be leader of the Lair Legion. He had already enlisted the aid of Starseed, Yo, Banjooooo, Cheryl, and Donar; however, he could only retain their support by supporting their interests in turn. And so, Visionary had to utter GAAHH!, fuzzy bunnies, Banjooooo is cool in every sentence, promise to take Cheryl to the next production of Bizet’s "Carmen," and also had to speak in Donar-speak™. Visionary and Yo now traveled to the Ghost planet to enlist the aid of Space Ghost.

"What do you want, Visionary? Can’t you see I’m busy?" Space Ghost was sipping a fine Tequila, glaring over the top of the glass at Visionary.

"Indeed, friend Space Ghost," Visionary responded, "it be in this fashion. I doth wish to be leader of yon Lair Legion, and can only succeed with the aid of thee GAAAHHH!!!, I love fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooooo!"

Of course, Space Ghost looked somewhat askance at Visionary, who handed him a flyer with Banjooo’s picture on it.

"Ehn...alright. But only if you walk around pantsless."

"How do I ever get myself into these things," Visionary whined to himself.

"No, Yo don’t want to visit Dr. Moo; she a bad woman. She hates cute bunnies," Yo said petulantly, his characteristically happy mein vanished.

"But, fair Yo, I needeth yon doctor’s help in order to secure yon leadership position! GAAHH! Fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooo!"

"Not there." Yo vanished and went to the Happy Place.

As Visionary trudged through wide fields on his way to see Dr. Moo, tall wheat stalks scratched and bitterly cold wind bit his bare legs.

"...so you want my help?" Dr. Moo scrutinized Visionary closely, taking note of the fact he had no pants.

"Verily, doctor. GAAHH! Fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooooo!"

"Okay, you’ll have my help, but you have to promote dairy products."

"Indeed. GAAHH! Fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooooo, drink milk!"

And so it went until Visionary and Yo, who had returned from the Happy Place when Visionary left Daio, found themselves in the wilds of Montana, where Visionary sought out the cave of the alien shape-shifting dragon known as Fin Fang Foom. Visionary remembered Lisa’s reaction upon seeing him without pants; she could barely contain herself, he recalled with a shudder.

"...verily, that is what I wish. GAAHH, fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooo, drink milk, BZZZT..., Take the Devil’s Pants, *lol*, visit the X-Universe board, Heil Zemo, *remember the Cool-Whip*!"

"Okay, but if I support you, then you’ve got to *flies away*."

"Ye shall have it! GAAHH, fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooo, drink milk, BZZZT..., Take the Devil’s Pants, *lol*, visit the X-Universe board, Heil Zemo, *remember the Cool Whip*, *flies away*!"

"Look, Visi, there’s the Chronicler of Stories!"

"Forsooth, perhaps if we can detain him a mere moment, we shall e’er be fortuitous! GAAHH, fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooo, drink milk, BZZZT..., Take the Devil’s Pants, *lol*, visit the X-Universe board, Heil Zemo, *remember the Cool Whip*, *flies away*!"

"Welcome, Visionary, what can I do for you today?" The Chronicler of Stories looked up from a copy of "War and Remembrance." (great book) The Chronicler did not fail to notice Visionary’s legs were bare.

"Greetings, mighty Chronicler! I doth wish to become leader of yon Lair Legion, and doth need the support of thee in order to complete the task most dire. Wilst thou aid me in mine quest? GAAHH, fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooo, drink milk, BZZZT..., Take the Devil’s Pants, *lol*, visit the X-Universe board, Heil Zemo, *remember the Cool Whip*, *flies away*!"

The Chronicler of Stories burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahahaha! From the time you started talking to the time you ended, I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend on listening to what you have to say," the Chronicler spoke, paraphrasing Groucho Marx. "Thanks for the good laugh, Visionary; never let anyone say that you’re good for nothing. The tale is told." And the Chronicler disappeared, presumably to increase his already formidable repository of pure knowledge.

Visionary and Yo were returning to the LL mansion, to confront Jarvis with the support he had mustered from the various and sundry sources. He now stood before Jarvis, with all those who supported him standing around, watching him and Jarvis.

"I say to thee, fair butler, that I now wouldst contest thy leadership of this fair assemblege, the Lair Legion. I hath garnered the support of many who wisheth to see myself installed in mine proper position as supreme leader of yon Lair Legion. Dost thou contest my support? GAAHH, fuzzy bunnies, Carmen, vote for Banjooo, drink milk, BZZZT..., Take the Devil’s Pants, *lol*, visit the X-Universe board, Heil Zemo, *remember the Cool Whip*, *flies away*!"

Everyone concerned just glared at him. Silence reigned for the longest time, and then it was first broken by Dr. Moo.

"I can’t believe this BS! I can’t believe you’re endorsing Cool Whip! I’m outta here; you don’t have my support anymore." And Dr. Moo stalked off.

"Yeah, and I would never support the AWML," Paste Pot Pete laughed out loud as he went away.

"Yo no like mean people who harm bunnies." And Yo went back to the Happy Place.

"Ahem. Visionary, dear, why aren’t you wearing pants? Especially with you-know-who around? Well, you want my support? You can forget it." Cheryl trekked back to the duo’s condo.

"You’re in bed with PPP? I’m gone." Fin Fang Foom *flies away*.

"Yeah, me too," Grim Reaper said as he stalked off with a swish of his cloak.

"Daio?" Lisa fumed as she glared at Visionary and stormed off.

"Cheryl invaded my Ghost Planet and assaulted me! I ain’t voting for you!" Space Ghost floated away.

"Fin Fang Foom and Dark Knight unleashed those cursed beasts on my army! You think I am going to support them? From here on out, my association with you is kaput!" Zemo jumped into his high-tech plane and flew off.

"GAAHH! You’re in league with the X-board? I can’t stand Wolverine!"

Starseed walked away.

"You didn’t forget me in your final speech! I’m never helping you again." And Hollywood V disappeared, forgotten by all and sundry.

"You’re with Yo? I needed psycho-therapy after having to deal with him/her/it! I am in my happy place." NTU-150 went to the Happy Place to avoid the harsh realities of genderlessness.

"I say thee nay, foul Visionary! I failed to understand the final part of yon speech! You said it in another language! I say bye to thee!" And Donar spun mighty Mjalcom™, which took him up and carried him away.

Visionary remained alone against Jarvis.

"Where’s all your so-called ‘support,’ now, Visionary?" Jarvis sneered.

"Um...well...I...um..." Visionary wavered.

"Well?"

"I think it’s my turn for monitor duty again," Visionary whimpered.

Visionary was stuck on monitor duty. Again. He wouldn’t mind it so much if there was really anything to monitor, but for the most part the job required sitting by the phone in case someone called. (Jarvis refused to let him use a cellular phone for the job). Personally, Visionary thought Jarvis was taking his attempted Coup D’ Tat (I have no idea how that’s really spelled) a little too seriously. Lord knows, if Visionary had become leader he would have been much more gracious in victory.

Yo cautiously entered the room. "Are you still in an angry mood?" he asked.

"Why would I be angry?" Visionary asked grumpily. "Just because I’ve been sitting here for the last two days and the cable’s been out." He personally had some suspicions about that little fact as well...

"Good" Yo said happily. For all his immense mental powers, Yo still had trouble with little things like sarcasm. "After I read your message to Lisa when she was sad, I knew you were just a softy at heart."

"What message to Lisa?" Visionary asked cautiously.

"The one about how much you like her." Yo supplied.

"What? I didn’t sign... er, that is... I didn’t *write* any such message!" Visionary exclaimed defensively. "She’s evil! Evil, I tell you!!!"

"Softy." Yo said happily.

"She kicked me out a window!!!" Visionary ranted. "She tried to send me to prison for Jarvis’ crimes!!!"

Yo looked at him. "You forget something..."

"Banjooo, bunnies... Hey!!! WILL you quit that?!" Visionary yelled as he caught himself. "That story is over with!!!"

"In the past?" Yo asked.

"Yes, and I’d just as soon forget about it entirely!"

"Good" Yo said, going to the television. "Then you have no reason to still be angry with me." Yo fiddled with the cable box and the picture came through. "Look, Michigan is beating Wisconsin."

Visionary tried to think how he had been outmaneuvered, but finally gave up. Arguing with a being made of Pure Thought Energy was apparently a lost cause. "What did you do to get the cable back?"

"Jarvis installed parental channel block." Yo answered happily.

"Let me guess..." Visionary said with a sigh. "Everybody but me knows the code."

Yo nodded. "He said it would help you focus on monitoring calls."

Visionary settled back to watch football with Yo. "What would I ever do without you, Yo?"

"I am afraid to think." Yo answered. Coming from a being of Pure Thought Energy, that was a pretty strong statement. "Please pass me the chips and explain once again how is this game played?"