The lair beneath Cartman’s house felt unusually cramped, even with only a handful of heroes present. The dim lighting flickered over the mismatched furniture and cluttered tables where Coon and Friends sat, their colorful costumes clashing against the dull basement walls. At the head of the table, The Coon leaned forward with his paws pressed firmly on the surface, glaring at the rest of the team. Mysterion sat with his hood up, arms crossed, watching Cartman with the same calm, tired expression he always had. Toolshed fiddled with his screwdriver, tinkering with one of their gadgets while Tupperware sat silently, his mechanical voicebox occasionally clicking as he adjusted his settings. Fastpass zipped between them, his hyperactivity turning the quiet room into a blur of quick movements.“This is ridiculous!” Cartman suddenly slammed his paws on the table, causing everyone to flinch. “We’re the greatest superhero team this town has ever seen, and yet here we are—sitting in a basement doing absolutely nothing!”“That’s because there’s nothing happening, dude,” Mosquito said, slumping in his chair. “No villains, no crimes, not even a lost cat. What are we supposed to do? Invent danger?” “I could create some chaos,” General Disarray offered, a little too eagerly, but he wilted under Cartman’s glare.“Chaos is the enemy, dumbass!” The Coon barked. Mysterion shifted in his chair. “We don’t need more people—we need a mission.”Cartman threw his hands up. “now you all expect me to come up with everything? guess what? I already have a plan,but none of you are ready for it because you’re all too lazy!”The basement fell quiet for a moment, everyone too tired to argue. Toolshed sighed and leaned back, placing his screwdriver down.the basement door creaked open, and footsteps echoed down the stairs. Everyone froze. Mysterion immediately straightened up, his eyes locked on the door.“Who’s there?” he demanded. Kyle recognized the person.

“Naomi?”