"Universal Probe entering city scanning transmitting data ."

  Mister Mxyzptlk was oversized spoon, deep in a tub of rocky road ice cream, wearing fuzzy bunny slippers, when the phone rang. He paused *Food Fighters*—a show where people fought each other over bad meal choices—and answered with a sigh. "Mxyzptlk money retrieval services."

  It was Robin, owner of "Robin's Chicks," a high-end escort service. "Hey man, Lobo took one of my girls out on a date and skipped paying. I need you to take care of that."

  "All right, Robin, I'll handle it. See you in a bit with your money. Of course, minus my collection fee."

  With a glittery pop, Mxyzptlk appeared at the luxurious Nebu Ga where Lobo was guzzling expensive wine and being the life of the party. The diminutive enforcer adjusted his golden cane and straightened his purple velvet suit. All eyes turned to the floating man.

  "You took a dy out, skipped the check, and now I'm here to collect, big man," Mxyzptlk said, grinning. "So where's my money?"

  Lobo snorted. "You ain't even tall enough to reach my wallet, glitterbug. Beat it before I step on you."

  Mxyzptlk looked up at the ceiling. "Whatever God runs this universe, let this poor man know my pimp hand is strong, and I'm trying my best not to introduce him to the greatness that is me."

  He wound up dramatically and **SLAPPED** Lobo across the room with a thundercp so loud it became the origin of the Big Bang theory in some universe out there.

  Chaos exploded. Guests screamed, waiters ducked for cover. Lobo came back swinging a bar stool, but Mxyzptlk dodged with cartoon ease, countering with an uppercut powered by the energy of three bck men named Shaft and a white dude named Cliff.

  Outside, Batman and Superman stood watching after evacuating the civilians from the carnage. "Should we stop this?" Superman asked, eating a piece of cake.

  "Do you *want* to separate Mister Mxyzptlk and Lobo?" Batman deadpanned.

  "Good point," Superman said. "Let's just enjoy the show."

  Inside, Mxyzptlk hit Lobo with his cane that dispyed the words "WHERE'S MY MONEY!" in a speech balloon every time it connected. After a final swing that spun the Czarnian through a buffet table, Lobo y gasping, face smeared in fondue.

  "Are you ready to pay up now, big man?" the little enforcer asked. "I'm sure you know what comes after the cane."

  "Okay, okay!" Lobo groaned. He dug deep into his space leathers and pulled out a thick wad of cash, reluctantly handing it over.

  Mxyzptlk took the money and slowly counted it. "This looks about right. Pleasure doing business," he said with a wink. "Now enjoy the company of these beautiful women and have a nice day."

  He vanished in a puff of glitter and '70s funk music. Inside, the ga was in ruins. Outside, Superman and Batman exchanged a look.

  "Handled," Mister Mxyzptlk said to Robin, handing him his money.

  "That's why I always call you to take care of these situations. You never disappoint," Robin replied.