"Ello!", the velvety smooth tone of Utilmo's UK accent was a calming influence to Jeremy's soul.

"Ya hey, der, Alteemo!  It's Jeremy!  Ya know, from M'waukee 'Sconsin"

"How are you, me ol' china!  To what do I owe the joy of your call?"

"I need your help," said Jeremy, his tone conveying his urgency, "Dovetails has gone through with his mad scheme and created those robots that we thought were just drunken babble.  He had a Cyborg Rabbit attack the infrastructure of the station and now we're off the air!"

"I figured if anyone could deal with 007 espianoge, and killer rabbits, it would have to be a Brit.  A Brit with connections."

There was a long pause on the line, long enough to bridge the gap from Wisconsin to Engalnd. "I see," he said, finally, "I'm glad you came to me with this.  I noticed the station going off, thought you had taken down to do a 'Jane' purge.  It appears we have a much greater problem."

"When and where can you meet me?" Ultino asked.

<EDITORS NOTE:  That " 'Sconsin accent" was clearly sour grapes over my Bears attacks earlier >

Jeremy had station business in New York the day after next. 

"How about if we meet in that second hand book shop in Manhattan.  Do you know which one I mean?"

"I do," Ultimo replied "But I hope you know that that shop has been under 'new ownership' if you know what I mean?"

"I havent been kept apprised of developments since I left my old 'firm'."

"But I do need your help my old friend.  I will meet you at JFK on Thursday.    Its very crowded and very public.  Hopefully we can go undetected.  I trust you will use every discretion?"

"But of course"

Jeremy realized he was placing his life in Ultimo's hands.  But then again, hopefully Ultimo realized he was returning the favor for the special ops fiasco in 2002. 

 

Meanwhile, JD enters the studio late on Sunday, as always. The studio lights are off, & all is oddly quiet- there is NO MUSIC; there is only the occassional & familiar hum and whistle from the duct-taped wires, and the incessant BING of the "New Mail" notification. Someone has been spamming JD every 3 minutes, for HOURS. JD heads to the main console....186 new messages, all from

At Ultimo and Jeremy's meeting they discussed how to disarm Dovetails.  Ultimo knew he could break his evil empire it was just a matter of getting to the headquarters and this meant finding the headquarters.  Luckily, do to his techinal geniousness Ulimo was able to do this by inspecting the rabbit robot (rabitbot, if you will) that Jeremy had brought in a briefcase.  But they were not going to travel to the evil headquarters alone.  They would need back up. 

(that's awesome!!)

(I got it, it's the noise her avatar makes -duh)

(It's a Sweedish Chef reference)  Back to the story!

"Good morning, Angels" said Jeremy in a smooth baritone that would have made John Forsythe burn his "Male Species" membership card.

"Good morning, Jeremyyyyyyyyyyyy!" came the sultry, saccarine reply.

"I'm here with Ultimo, ladies, and we have a mission for you.  Seems our old nemesis Dovetails has resurfaced, and he has his targets set on FFR!  We need you to find his hideout, break-in, dispatch him with a series of physically and scientifically impossible stunts and return in time to attend my swanky coktail party this evening with no hint that you just completed such a perilous task.  Think you can handle it?"

"What time is the cocktail party?" asked Star.

"9:00 PM" said Jeremy.

"Will Uuuuultimooooo be there?" she asked coyly.

"Of course!" said Jeremy.

"Then we'll be there at 8:30"  said Star.

(A HA!  "Send me an Angel" just came on!  And I requested it!)

The angels knew the work ahead of them would not be easy.

Dovetails secret hideaway was over 100 acres in size, with robotic wild-life creatures constantly roaming the land looking to eliminate trouble before it began.

The nerve-center of his evil empire was the command center located some 100 feet beneath the surface of the seemingly barron land above it.

Fortunately for the Angels, they were aware of Dovetails love of Dominoes pizza.  In fact, he loved the delivery pizza so much that he had built a service entrance to the command center just so the drivers could bring his daily allotment of pies.  It was the ONLY visible entrance, and it was the Angels best shot of getting in.

Even knowing where the entrace was however, did not make this an easy task.  Dovetails had purposely created a series of difficult obstacles to be manuevered through when using the service entrace.  When he had originally built the command center Dominoes was still offering 30 minute delivery or your pizza was free.  That was all the incentive he needed to create an insanely difficult passage.

The Angels stood at the fence of the 100 acre compound.  Dressed in their Dominoes delivery outfits, and holding pizza boxes filled with special treats (deadly treats), they began their approach...

Mz Hartz, MJ, and Somechick all manuevered their way through the obstacle.  Each went separate ways to try and find Dovetails.  Meanwhile Star was planning to take out the field of robotic animals.  She had her trade mark Japaness shooting stars that knocked out about 10.  That wasn't even making a dent in them.  For some reason they seemed to be growing in size.  Then all of a sudden parashooting down in a flashy jumpshoot came Elvis??  No, she knew who it was by the sparkle of his sequence.  But she knew he could kick some butt and she was glad he was here.  It was Dylan.

(Sorry, that was me...no sense giving Ann Nonimous the blame for my schlock)

"Dovetail!" shouted Music Junkie, "Turn around and face your doom!"

"Yeah," added Somechick, "We're going to teach you not to mess with Jeremy, and his Angels!"

Dovetail slowly turned in his chair and the site was almost enough to make the Angels flee in terror.  There sat the body of a man, in a nayrue jacket that had to come from a re-sale shop's clearance rack, but it had the head of a sad faced dog!  Cute little puppy, but weird none the less!  Rounding off this macbre potrait was the evil eyed cat in his lap.  It purred eerily as Dovetail carressed the fur on it's neck, looking strangely daper in it's top hat and bow tie.  It was clearly obvious to the Angels what drove Dovetails madness, he had been experimenting - on himself!

Ok, first of all can I be somewhere else other than his lap, maybe attacking the coat rack or something!

Meanwhile, Star is watches Dylan perform.  He is in his own glory.  It has been awhile since she's seen him.  He shakes his hips just like Elvis and she remembers they are both on the same side. So she interupts him and says we need to catch up with the other angels. 

"We're on it, baby" he says w/ a snarl in his lip.  That snarl used to drive her wild but now she couldn't think about that.  She did some unnecessary flips and made her way into the underground layer where the other angels were.  He did his best to keep up. 

Meanwhile MJ and chick are about to destroy Dovetails and his cat.  Mz makes her way down there meeting up w/ Dylan and Star along the way.  "You look...sparkly" Mz Hartz says to Dylan.  Then she fills them in on her break through w/ the mainframe and Star thanks her.  The angels flip and spin in choreographed moves down the corridor as Dylan runs along in his sequenced jumpsuit. 

The other angles have start to fight Dovetails.  Sparky is scratching them.  They are barely holding their own...