"Greetings on up gratings!" shouts Mixup, one of the W-Weird Wonders, as I walk into their upside-down hideout.
They call the place Tendergroin--at least that's the name right now. It changes at random throughout any given day.
And Tendergroin is my last stop, as the W-Weird Wonders are my last chance for a miracle. I've been working with them from the start, along with the other two teams. As the Spell Squad excels in the mystic arts, and the Cosmologists have mastered all things cosmic, the W-Weird Wonders connect with the strange, the bizarre, and the outlandish, in ways no other hero ever can.
Because the Wonders, to a man, are complete lunatics.
"Brings you here, what, -acle Pinn?" Mixup turns inside out, presenting me a view of his ribs and pulsating organs that looks like a
