Young Justice Parody - Miss Martian meets Mad Mod

(Set in the Young Justice universe)
(Close up: Miss Martian's face)
(Miss Martian wakes up with an assorted groan on her face)
Miss Martian: Ugh.........huh?
(Miss Martian finds herself in a large atrium with several balconies and paintings hanging on the wall. She is currently shackled to a wooden polished chair with her wrists and ankles securely bound. Also, some additional binding: white energy rings at her wrists. Miss Martian struggles to break free from the restraints, but no avail)
Miss Martian: What's going on? What is this place? Why am I strapped to this chair?
Mad Mod: (offscreen) Why, you're right where you belong my duckie.
(Miss Martian gasp as she see Mad Mod standing on a balcony)
Mad Mod: You're in school!
(Mad Mod slides on the stair railing and lands near the niece of Martian Manhunter)
Mad Mod: That's right lovey, you're the only student at Mad Mod's school for Bratty Teenage Do-Gooders!
(Mad Mod tosses his cane high, to his other hand and holds it)
Mad Mod: And it's high time someone taught you a lesson!
(The ruby on his cane flares as Miss Martian had a concerned look on her face)
Miss Martian: Oh no.
(Miss Martian twirls his cane while the ruby still flaring, strolling towards Miss Martian)
Miss Martian: Got to free myself!
(Miss Martian's eyes glow, trying to escape from her bonds as Mad Mod prances around)
Miss Martian: (grunts) Can't break free!
(Mad Mod approaches the captive Martian)
Mad Mod: Specially designed chair luv.
(Mad Mod leans to Miss Martian's face)
Mad Mod: Can't have your powers disrupt my lecture now, can I?
Miss Martian: Get away from me!
(Mad Mod straightens up, glances over at Miss Martian, and thrusts his cane to her face as the ruby flares more intensely while she tries to recoil herself away from the flare)
Mad Mod: Now don't get your knickers in a twist my little snot.
(Mad Mod backs)
Mad Mod: I didn't had to go through the trouble filling that warehouse with knockout gas just to finish you off lickety-split.
Miss Martian: Then what do you want?
Mad Mod: Just what I said dearie.
(Mad Mod leans to her face)
Mad Mod: To teach you a lesson!
(Mad Mod backs off again)
Mad Mod: Yes, I've been watching you misbehave, and I hate misbehaving children!
(Mad Mod points his cane to three pictures of Miss Martian: The first one shows Miss Martian fighting bank robbers, the second one shows her saving a kitten from a tree, the third one shows her using telekinesis to pin Black Spider to the wall)
Mad Mod: Fighting crime! Saving lives! Interfering with the plans of hardworking villains! Why you're nothing but a trouble maker alien!
(That last sentence made Miss Martian angry as she gritted her teeth)
Mad Mod: You'll learn your place soon enough! You see, I'm older then you, so I'm bigger, badder, and better!
Miss Martian: Are you.....
(Miss Martian gets hit in the back of the head by Mad Mod's cane)
Mad Mod: You're in my world now, and you'll won't be getting out til you learn some proper respect!
Miss Martian: I will get out and when I do...
(School bell rings)
Mad Mod: Oh dear, that the bell, my duckie.
(Mad Mod salutes)
Mad Mod: Off to class!
(A trapdoor opens and Miss Martian falls into a classroom in a perfect landing. Mad Mod's face appears on a chalkboard)
Mad Mod: Now how can I teach you if you won't sit still and listen?
(A wooden hand extends from the chair's top edge and grabs Miss Martian's head)
Miss Martian: Huh?
(She tries to wiggle out from the grasp, but no luck)
Mad Mod: One of my hypnoscreens shall do the tricks!
(The chalkboard face of Mad Mod swirls into a hypnoscreen)
Mad Mod: As it will erase anything in your brains as well!
(Mad Mod laughs)
(Miss Martian is doing her best to resist looking at the screen)
Miss Martian: (straining in every word) Can't let him hypnotize me!
(Miss Martian starts to succumb to the effects of the hypnosis, but manages to resist and tip the chair onto its side, disabling the energy rings, breaking one of the wooden arms, revealing her wrist is held down by a metal clamp. Miss Martian uses telekinesis to lift the chair back in place)
Miss Martian: (signs) Okay M'gann, you can do this.
(Miss Martian concentrates enough to telekinetically breaks the restraints, freeing herself as she smiles and gets off the chair)
Miss Martian: (runs her wrists) Oh yeah, Miss Martian rules.
Mad Mod: (offscreen) Naughty, naughty. If you're going to destroy school property, then property's going to destroy you.
(Two busts resembling Mad Mod starts flying and began shooting lasers at Miss Martian, causing her to roll down the floor and avoiding them, uses telekinesis to crush them. Moments later, she uses telekinesis to tear a hole through the screen, jumps into the hole and lands in a tunnel)
Miss Martian: That was too easy.
Mad Mod: (offscreen) Don't be so sure my duckie.
(Miss Martian turns around to see Mad Mod standing behind her)
Mad Mod: You maybe out of the classroom, but class is never dismissed.
Miss Martian: We'll see about that.
(Miss Martian charges at Mad Mod, tries to catch him, but the British villain leaps onto the ceiling)
Mad Mod: Next lesson, physics!
(Miss Martian looked shocked)
Miss Martian: (shocked) What?
Mad Mod: What goes up, stays up.
(Mad Mod jumps runs off from Miss Martian as he jump onto the bottom surface, and runs through two large doors)
(Miss Martian runs after him, kicks the two doors open, only to see the atrium)
Miss Martian: (looks annoyed) Seriously?
(Mad Mod whistles as Miss Martian see him on the staircase)
Mad Mod: Back from where it started, right my duckie?
(Miss Martian rolls her eyes)
Mad Mod: Come and catch me.
(Miss Martian runs on the steps when the staircase is moving like an escalator)
Mad Mod: Next lesson, running exercise!
(Miss Martian grunts as she keeps running on the moving staircase)
Miss Martian: I wonder if Flash could run an escalator.
Mad Mod: Superheroes, you don't listen to their elders, but someone like me needs to teach you some discipline!
(Miss Martian flies in mid-air)
Mad Mod: Hey, no flying when teacher is talking!
(Miss Martian doves down as Mad Mod escapes. She makes her way to the top, kicks the doors opens with one kick, only to end up at the atrium again)
Miss Martian: Huh?
(Miss Martian knocks herself on the head)
Miss Martian: Hello Megan! I've going in a circle.
(Suddenly, a painting with a hypnoscreen pops up from the wall as Miss Martian turns her head and covers her eyes)
Miss Martian: Don't look at the screen! Don't look at the screen!
(A long metal arm reaches up and grabs Miss Martian's head, forcing her to look at the hypnoscreen)
Miss Martian: (straining) Don't look at the screen! Don't look at the screen! Don't look at the screen! Don't look at the screen!
Mad Mod: (offscreen) You gotta be brainwashed love, that's how you become a proper student.
Miss Martian: (straining) No!
(Miss Martian telekinetically rips the mechanical and punch the hypnoscreen, destroying it in the process)
Mad Mod: I'm right here!
(Mad Mod pressed the ruby on his cane as the doors behind him opened)
Mad Mod: Bye!
(Mad Mod leaves as Miss Martian follows him into the hallway, running pass through paintings of Mad Mod)
Miss Martian: This is the weirdest day of my life.
Mad Mod: You'll have to catch me if you can my duckie!
(Mad Mod runs into another room as Miss Martian kicks the doors down)
Miss Martian: Huh?
(Miss Martian finds herself in a large room with gym equipment)
Miss Martian: What is this?
(The doors close by themselves as a giant monitor screen pops up, revealing Mad Mod's face)
Mad Mod: Welcome to Mad Mod's Exercise class.
Miss Martian: Exercise class?
(A section of the floor opens, bringing a boombox as it turns on by itself, playing some kind of Brazilian tribunal trance music)
Miss Martian: Your latest trick to Zumba class?
(Suddenly, Miss Martian began throwing punches, kicking in the air and jumping)
Miss Martian: Strange, I don't remember doing some exercise.
Mad Mod: Now don't worry luv, the music makes you energized!
Miss Martian: (grunts) Maybe too energized, it's like my body is being controlled by the music.
(Miss Martian tries to gain control by stopping her arm, by fails and resumes the workout)
Miss Martian: I can't stop!
(Mad Mod's face appears on a monitor screen)
Mad Mod: Of course you can't stop my luv, you're gonna keep dancing until you're completely exhausted, so tired you can barely move a move.
(Mad Mod laughs as Miss Martian keeps doing the workout routine over and over)
Miss Martian: (groans) I must break free!
(Miss Martian falls on her back and starts doing squats, high knees, push-ups, sit-ups, knee to elbows, hop heel clicks, air bike crunches)
Mad Mod: Feel the burn!
(As Miss Martian continues the exercise, she looks at the boombox, telekinetically throws it at the wall, destroying it as Miss Martian collapse on her knees from exhaustion)
Miss Martian: (panting) Can't move, not good.
(Mad Mod enters through a hidden door in the wall)
Mad Mod: A girl who can't move to good news to my ears.
(Mad Mod runs off as Miss Martian gets back on her feet to chase Mad Mod again)
Miss Martian: Nevermind, I can move again.
(The next scene shows Miss Martian chasing Mad Mod on a staircase as the villain is riding on a scooter. However, Mad Mod reaches a door and enters as it closes. The stairs are transformed into a slide, sending Miss Martian down. At the bottom, there was a chair with two wooden arms, ready to grab Miss Martian, the latter floats, enters a hidden door and finds herself in a hallway of many doors)
Miss Martian: So many doors, which one to open.
(Miss Martian chases Mad Mod through a set of rooms connected to the hallway and eventually stops when she spots the exit)
Miss Martian: The exit.
(Miss Martian runs towards the door, revealing the atrium again)
Miss Martian: Back where I started! This whole place is a maze!
(A section of the floor opens, bringing Mad Mod up)
Mad Mod: Well, I'm very disappointed in you.
(Mad Mod pressed the ruby on his cane as the doors close behind Miss Martian)
Miss Martian: Oh no.
(Several bust robots advance towards Miss Martian)
Mad Mod: There's only one way you can make it up. You'll have to repeat the entire lesson!
(The walls come down, revealing a curving black and white sunburst pattern as Mad Mod laughs like maniac)
Mad Mod: Time for class my little ducky, it's back to your seat!
Miss Martian: Not a chance! I'll have to get that cane.
(Miss Martian charges at the robots and destroys them via telekinesis as she flies and goes straight towards Mad Mod)
Mad Mod: This girl pays too rough.
(Mad Mod pressed his cane as the floor tiles rose as giant columns to block her path)
Miss Martian: Uh oh.
(Miss Martian goes pass the columns while destroying some bust robots)
(As Miss Martian flies straight to Mad Mod, a robot bust grabs her wrists with its' extended mechanical arms as she is being held in a half-spreadeagle position)
Miss Martian: (gasps)
(Miss Martian see a bust robot with an energy saw flying towards her as she kicks it towards the hypnoscreen, tearing it up as it crashes onto the floor)
Mad Mod: That's it young lady, you'll definitely going back to your seat.
(Miss Martian gets free from the robots's grip, telekinetically throws it to the floor as she lands near Mad Mod)
Miss Martian: You're going to jail.
Mad Mod: (twirls his cane) I think not my duckie.
(Miss Martian tries to grab the cane, but her hand phases through it, leaving her shocked as the hologram Mad Mod twirls his cane)
Miss Martian: The cane's not real, which means this Mad Mod is a fake.
(Miss Martian closes her eyes for a minute, opens them and smirks)
Miss Martian: Bingo.
Hologram Mad Mod: Well, what are you waiting for?
Miss Martian: Okay, you win Mad Mod, I give up.
(Hologram Mad Mod is shocked, then smirks)
Hologram Mad Mod: Very well then my duckie, time to get back in your seat.
(Miss Martian levitates down gently)
Miss Martian: I'm ready.
(Miss Martian gets seized by a nearby chair as two wooden arms grab her shoulders, forcing her to sit in the chair as her wrists and ankles get clamped down with white energy rings at her wrists)
(Hologram Mad Mod laughs as he approaches Miss Martian)
Mad Mod: Looks like I won my duckie.
Miss Martian: (smirks) Sure, that what you think.
(Meanwhile, the real Mad Mod in currently in the control room, looking at the screens, sitting in front of a bank of monitors, showing Miss Martian in different angles as he is working a complex array of controls)
Mad Mod: There, this should teach that little snot some respect. Just a tick, why is she smiling?
(Some of the monitors start to shut down, leaving Mad Mod to panic)
Mad Mod: No, no, no! This can't be happening!
(Scene cuts to some wires being pulled from the wall by telekinesis)
(Back at the atrium, the hypnotic screen starts to waver as Miss Martian watches everything falling apart)
Miss Martian: (mockery) Something wrong Mad Mod? Still trying to teach me a lesson?
Hologram Mad Mod: Uh...minor technical hitch my duckie. Pay no mind, I have it fixed in a...
(The Mad Mod hologram fades away as Miss Martian was able to break free from her bonds and cheers)
Miss Martian: (rubs her wrist) Yeah, I rule.
(All of Mad Mod's tricks start to fall apart)
(Back at the command room, Mad Mod's machines were fried as they were shut down)
Mad Mod: No! My Machines, where I get my hands on that little green snot, I'll--
(Miss Martian is right is front of Mad Mod with her arms crossed, causing him to panic)
Mad Mod: (gulps) Oh no!
(Miss Martian telekinetically ties up Mad Mod with discarded cables)
Miss Martian: My uncle is a founding member of the Justice League and for kidnapping the niece of Martian Manhunter, you looking for 10 years of detention.
(Mad Mod whimpers in fear)
(Moments later, Miss Martian while telekinetically carrying a tied up Mad Mod to a garage, seeing her Bio-Ship)
Miss Martian: Hello girl.
(Moments later, Miss Martian is piloting the Bio-Ship while Mad Mod is restrain as she gets a call from the Cave)
Black Canary: M'gann, are you alright, do you require backup?
Miss Martian: I'm fine Black Canary, I'll brief this mission to Batman, but I'll need to make a stop to Belle Reve.
(Miss Martian chuckles)
Miss Martian: I had quite the day.
(Miss Martian winks)
(The end)
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