- Major Glory: Justice Friends, ASSEMBLE!
- [no one appears]
- Major Glory: Justice Friends assemble!
- [no one appears]
- Major Glory: Justice Friends... assemble, assemble, assemble!
- Valhallen: [on a sofa] There's no need to scream, Major Glory, we're right here!
- Krunk: You block TV!
- Major Glory: It is imperative that you two be in tip-top shape!
- Valhallen: For what?
- Major Glory: We are about to face the greatest challenge ever put before us!... my uncle is coming to visit on Saturday.
- Major Glory: You don't understand. Uncle Sam won't tolerate imperfection! It all started when I was but a wee Minor Glory, and my dear Uncle Sam took me under his wing...
- [flashback to a young Major Glory]
- Uncle Sam: I want you to be the greatest American hero that ever lived!
- Major Glory: Yes, Uncle Sam!
- Uncle Sam: Now give me five hundred laps around the world, and don't forget to salute!
- Major Glory: Yes, sir!
- [takes off]
- Major Glory: Uncle Sam should be here any minute... Justice Friends, ASSEMBLE! Viking god of rock, and future baseball hall-of-famer, VAL HALEN!
- [Val Halen, dressed as a baseball player, performs a home run slide]
- Valhallen: I think I got a raspberry!
- Major Glory: The world's mightiest mortal, and CEO of his own amalgamated stock investment firm, INFRAGGABLE KRUNK!
- [Krunk, dressed as a finance manager, crashes through the door]
- Krunk: [on phone] Have report on Krunk's desk by nine o'clock tomorrow, or Krunk SMASH!
- Major Glory: No, no, no, a thousand times NO! Val Halen, you're supposed to slide head first! And Krunk, that tie does NOT go with that shirt! Now, we are going to go over it again, and Again, and AGAIN, until we get it right! Comprende?
- [Val Halen and Krunk glare at Major Glory]
- Major Glory: Something wrong?... Perhaps, I've pushed you too hard...
- [Val Halen and Krunk tackle Major Glory and a fight starts]
- [a hippie draped in red/white/blue enters the flat]
- Major Glory: Uncle Sam? What's happened to you?
- Uncle Sam: Doctor's orders, nephew. Told me I was too high-strung, told me to loosen up. And I feel great.
- [looks around]
- Uncle Sam: Hey, I love obliviated pad, man. These your roommates? High five, dude.
- Valhallen: All right!
- Krunk: Five!
- [Major Glory faints]
- Uncle Sam: That's the spirit, nephew. You just gotta chill.