"I'm not a lame superhero? Asil, I've got pigeon powers and sprout wings." The tween girl smiled. "Flying's always cool, Ken."
Ken shouldered the fleeing criminal, swooping in like a pigeon-winged angel. "Great tackle!" Asil said. "No, just a bad landing!"
Big Bad admired Red's new form. The two wolves smiled. "Come on," she nudged. "I wanna huff and puff and blow your house in!"
"They call it Zeus: A 100 kilometer magnetic accelerator cannon inside an asteroid, using smaller asteroids as ammunition."
Her eyes were mystified. "W-we were just in New York. How can we be in LA?" "To clarify, we're actually in Santa Monica," Mol said.
Asil emerged wearing a grey hijab layered over a broad, black domino mask. Her colorful plastic arm drew all the attention.
"... and that's why you'll fail!" She glared at the skull. "But—" "—Don't debate the dead. They have time, we don't," Mol said.
Mrs. Hamilton muttered an incantation and slapped the winged imp with her wooden ruler. It laughed. Then it hissed before exploding.
Amy lay stargazing on the raft, a chicken nested on her stomach. "I believe we've started an adventure," she said petting the hen.
Lilly ran holding the prince's hand. They laughed shrinking out of their clothes, then dove as frogs into the pond. Home at last.
He sandwiched his head between pillows, trying to ignore the skittering noises. Then it crossed the bed with an insectine scuttle.
"They say the eyes are a window to the soul." "I look into yours and see a void."
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