Harley appears next in a large crowd at a city plaza (Must be a parade or sumptin, she thinks). Her attention is directed to a podium where a paunchy middle aged man in a tuxedo is approaching a mike. Next to this man is a young brown-haired lady in red skirt and T-shirt, with yellow boots and a white cape with gold fringe. On the T-shirt is a lightening bolt emblem.
The gentleman (whom Harley is told is the Mayor) starts speaking; "We are here today to honor a young woman who has endeared herself to all who have met her. Though she has only been with us for a short time her story is a glittering chapter in the glorious chronicle of human progress that is this fair city"
On the stage Mary Marvel blushes. In the crowd Harley does the universal sign language for "retch" (This guy is awful! What a gas bag!). The Mayor continues: "Though she possesses superstrength and power, she is the very picture of feminine grace".
Harley smiles (Why, thank YOU, Mayor! That gives me a wonderful idea! Two, in fact). Harley types a brief sentence on the keyboard. The Mayor abruptly stops speaking, his chest puffs up even more than normal. As the crowd murmurs in confusion, the Mayor's features become softer and stylized, like they were painted on cloth. After a few seconds, the Mayor soars into the air, drifting with the wind currents.
"Holey Moley!" exclaims Mary Marvel, "The Mayor- hes been turned into a balloon!". The World's Mightiest Girl leaps into the air, and soon catches up with the Mayor-Blimp. She brings the blimp down to safety, hands it over to a policeman, then takes to the skies again. "Now, I've got to find who's responsible for this".
As Mary flies above the crowd searching for the culprit, Harley Quinn types a few more commands into the laptop. As she hits the enter button, Mary comes to a stop in midair, frozen in mid-flight. "Holey Moley, whats wrong with me! I can't move a muscle! I feel like.." And that is Mary Marvel's last thought, as there is a blinding flash of light and the World's Mightiest Girl disappears. Not an instant later a small sheet of paper materializes in Mary's place, and flutters in the breeze to Harley. Harley examines the paper, an 8 x 10 glossy photograph of Mary Marvel, trapped in the flight pose she had assumed just moments ago. ( Sorry, dearie, but the Mayor did say you were a picture. We can't have you calling the Mayor a liar now can we?)
Tue Jul 4 09:53:08 2000