EARTH, THE EARLY 1990'S

Khan Singh sighed audibly as he again questioned the apparent leader of the daring group that had infiltrated one of his most secret bases.

"My friend, do not try my patience, nor insult my intelligence. You claim to have gotten hopelessly lost, and merely stumbled upon a base that armies around the world have failed to find?"

The nervous little man in glasses nodded.

"Ya see, sir---my sister, she replaced the road maps we were supposed to use with treasure maps of Atlantis."

Khan shook his head.

"Why would she do such a thing?"

"The other guy who's with us? She kinda wants him as her boyfriend. So she does---such things. I can't explain her."

Khan slammed his fist down on the table.

"That, sir, is exactly what you will do. You will explain absolutely everything, including how you got in and all your plans. But you do have my respect for having come this far. I would know the name of so unlikely yet bold a band of adventurers."

"Huh? You wanna know the name of our band? Are you kidding?"

"No. In fact, I insist that you reveal the name of your band."

Badly confused but wanting to live, the manager did just that.

"Josie And The Pussycats."

Khan grinned, rolled his eyes, and waved an opened hand.

"No. Really. What is your band's name?"

Khan fought hard to keep this one out of the history books.