Mad Mod's School for Superheroes/Transcript

Prologue
(Black Canary wakes up with a huge gasp on her face)

Black Canary: Huh?

(Black Canary finds herself clamped to a chair with her wrists and ankles securly bound and wearing an inhibitor collar on her neck. She struggles againsts the bonds, but no avail. She notices that the Team we're in similar chairs, waking up with assorted groaning)

Artemis: (during the previous) What?

Miss Martian: Huh?

Superboy: What the?

Kid Flash: Am I the only one who doesn't know where we are?

Mad Mod: Why you're right where you belong my duckie!

(Kid Flash see Mad Mod standing on a balcony)

Mad Mod: You're in school!

(Mad Mod slides down the staircase and lands near Miss Martian)

Mad Mod: That's right lads and loveys. You're the only students at Mad Mod's School for Bratty Teenage Do-Gooders,

(Mad Mod tosses his cane to the other hand holds it out)

Mad Mod: And it's high time someone taguht you sprogs a lesson.

(The ruby on Mad Mod's cane flares as Black Canary and the Team looked concerned and scared)

Rocket: Oh boy.

Act One
(Mad Mod is strolling leisurely towards Black Canary and the Team)

Black Canary: Everyone! Move!

(Black Canary and the Team are unable to break their bonds, but no avail. Mad Mod is now prancing at the foot of the stairs and swings his cane)

Miss Martian: It's no use! I can't move!

(Mad Mod leans to Miss Martian)

Mad Mod: Specially designed chairs luv. (Close up; he leans to her face) Can't have your powers disrupt my lecture now, can I?

Superboy: (offscreen) Get away from her!

(Mad Mod straightens up, glances at Superboy and thrusts his cane into his face. The ruby flares up as Superboy recoils from the glare as far as he can)

Mad Mod: Now don't get your knickers in a twist my little snot.

(Mad Mod backs off)

Mad Mod: I didn't had to go through the trouble filling your mountain clubhouse with knockout gas just to finish you off lickety-split.

Artemis: Okay, then what do you want?