At the headquarters of Justice Ltd., Mr. Prentice, the general manager, answers the phone: Justice Ltd., How can I help you?
Cap, on the phone: Prentice, it’s me, cap. I’m looking for my dad. He’s not answering the phone.
Prentice: Cap! I was just about to call you. We’re having some sort of a werewolf epidemic. We may need to bring you in.
Cap: Can’t the team handle werewolves?!
Prentice: They could, but I can’t reach them. Your dad’s in the field with a bunch of college-aged supers.
Cap: Heh. How’s THAT going?
Prentice: Surprisingly well…
In the final scene, Commander Heroic squares off against a small mob od werewolves with Quaker and Multiplex.
Quaker (a superhero who can cause earthquakes): Seriously?!? a CATCH PHRASE? Like “LET’S GET SHAKIN’?” Heh… OK, Boomer!
Commander: Do you know how many “IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME” T-shirts get sold every year? It defined a generation!
Multiplex: How’s this? … I’D LIKE TO BE ABLE TO AFFORD A HOUSE SOMEDAY!