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Story by [Product of a Primal Urge]

IOU

1. Glitter Gun
2. Booming Chemistry
3. Pink Strawberry Catastrophe
4. IOU
5. Mirror Effect

Dr. Horrible sits at the meeting table with the rest of the ELE. His arms are folded over his chest and he has a smirk on his face that speaks multitudes towards a happy demeanor. He almost looks confident in himself once more. On the table before him sits a little red and black box with writing across the top that reads, "Displacer Box".

He looks around the table and the smile on his face grows even larger. Dead Bowie is missing and he thinks this is for the best. The man could not ruin anything now. Those that are gathered around the table are there to show Bad Horse their new inventions or projects. So far it seems that Dr. Horrible is the only one with an actual invention to show. This is good as Bad Horse had said it seemed the ELE was running out of brains and creativity as of late. Dr. Horrible has the chance today to show that he will, at least, be the creative one for the Horse.

"So, let us show you what we've done for the week, yes?" asks Fake Jefferson.

Bad Horse turns towards Jefferson and whinnies. Then he swings his attention to Dr. Horrible and lets out a deep neigh.

Snatching up the Displacer Box, Dr. Horrible smiles at Bad Horse and the others and stands up. "This is a Displacer Box, a device that will allow you to disappear from this place and end up somewhere else. Hitting a button on this watch will return you to where the Box is." He smiles a truly Billy-grin and waits for approval to test out the device.

Bad Horse nods his head up and down and Dr. Horrible turns the box to face himself. Hitting the button on the top, Dr. Horrible tenses up a little, and waits for the feel of the displacement of his body to another place. When it doesn't happen he glares down at the box and hits the button harder. Again, nothing happens so he picks it up and spins it around, looking for something that could have gone wrong. "I'm sorry, I don't know…it worked perfectly this morning…"

A small slip of paper is sticking out from the corner of the box and Dr. Horrible grabs at it. The top of the lid pops open and he looks down into it. The innards are missing and in place is a little note with the letters I O U scribbled in very Dead Bowie handwriting. "Damn you, Bowie!" He flops down in the chair and tosses the box on the table.

The front door pops open admitting the head of Dead Bowie. "Did I hear my name? I was just coming to replace this!" He holds up the innards of the box, now all painted a very bright pink.