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Pete nudged a glazed doughnut that lay next to his foot. He looked at the smoldering ruins where the Sidekick Super Clubhouse once stood and sighed. He tilted his head slightly so he could better see the smoldering ruins of Crosscreek Park. The twelfth button Pete pushed blew up the park, to which Pete had responded, “Eh, that park was blocking my view of Donutz Village.”
The thirteenth button Pete pushed had blown up Donutz Village and sent a rain of Cinnabuns and jelly-filled, powdered, and sprinkle-covered doughnuts across the League of Big Justice Parking Lot of Big Justice.
Pete picked up a burnt sugar doughnut. “Hungry?” he said, and offered me the blackened breakfast treat. I shook my head no.
“What’re we going to do, Pete?” I asked. We were lucky no one got hurt from all the button pushing and explosions.
Pete took a bite of the charred doughnut. “Well... did I mention I was super?”
“Yes.” I sighed.
Pete’s face contorted and his nose wrinkled. He spit out a black wad of sugar doughnut. “And that doughnut is anything
but
super!” He held the doughnut out to me again. “Are you sure you don’t want it?”
“
Yes,
” I repeated.
Pete shrugged and stuffed the rest of the doughnut into his mouth and chewed with a painful expression of displeasure.
“If it’s so bad, why are you eating it?” I asked. Pete pulled another scorched doughnut from under some burnt leaves. “Free food,” he mumbled, and stuffed the second doughnut into his mouth.
“Ahoy, fearsome fighters of the good fight!” It was King Justice, the coolest superhero ever to squeeze into Spandex and the leader of the League of Big Justice. He drove his Super Minivan of Kid Transport and Soccer Equipment around a large piece of burning rubble and pulled up next to Pete and me. On the bumper of his car was a sticker that read #1 SOCCER DAD. King Justice climbed from the car and surveyed the destruction.
“I didn’t do it!” Pete immediately said. “You’re probably wondering what happened,” I stated.
“Wondering what happened,” King Justice began, “or wondering what evil forces could be responsible for the destruction of so many yummy doughnuts?!”
Pete stuffed two more burnt doughnuts into his mouth. “Miff ma fwa bwaah hwo ga maff,” he explained, doughnuts packed into his cheeks.
King Justice looked at me, as if I’d know what the heck Pete was saying. I shrugged. “I guess it all began when this machine showed up at the League of Big Justice Hall of Big Justice.”
King Justice scanned the area. “And speaking of the League of Big Justice Hall of Big Justice ... where is it exactly?”
I looked to the place where the Hall of Big Justice used to be. There was a high pile of rubble and several small fires.
“Let me tell you about the fourteenth button Pete pushed...”
“Buttons?” King Justice gasped. “Does evil have no shame?! Does it know our
every
weakness?! Buttons are made! To! Be! Pushed! Who can resist the call of a BIG! RED! JUICY! BUTTON?!” King Justice grabbed his head as if the very thought of a big red button was driving him insane. “The very thought of a big red button is driving! Me! Insane!”
Pumpkin Pete leaned over to me. “I told you,” he said.
“The only thing that could have made this plan more evil is a plan with switches! You should see the things switches blow up!” King Justice gasped.
“Told you again,” Pete said to me. He jumped up from the curb and ran over to a cream puff that had a little flame still flickering on top. “Look! It’s like a little birthday cake! A little birthday cake that blew up and landed in my parking lot!”
King Justice moved a chunk of burning leather that used to be his La-Z-Boy chair and sat on the curb next to me. “Well, on the bright side, we don’t have to give any more tours. Oh! The questions I had to answer! My head! Pounding!”
Unless he was strapped to a rocket and being blasted into the
Pete nudged a glazed doughnut that lay next to his foot. He looked at the smoldering ruins where the Sidekick Super Clubhouse once stood and sighed. He tilted his head slightly so he could better see the smoldering ruins of Crosscreek Park. The twelfth button Pete pushed blew up the park, to which Pete had responded, “Eh, that park was blocking my view of Donutz Village.”
The thirteenth button Pete pushed had blown up Donutz Village and sent a rain of Cinnabuns and jelly-filled, powdered, and sprinkle-covered doughnuts across the League of Big Justice Parking Lot of Big Justice.
Pete picked up a burnt sugar doughnut. “Hungry?” he said, and offered me the blackened breakfast treat. I shook my head no.
“What’re we going to do, Pete?” I asked. We were lucky no one got hurt from all the button pushing and explosions.
Pete took a bite of the charred doughnut. “Well... did I mention I was super?”
“Yes.” I sighed.
Pete’s face contorted and his nose wrinkled. He spit out a black wad of sugar doughnut. “And that doughnut is anything
but
super!” He held the doughnut out to me again. “Are you sure you don’t want it?”
“
Yes,
” I repeated.
Pete shrugged and stuffed the rest of the doughnut into his mouth and chewed with a painful expression of displeasure.
“If it’s so bad, why are you eating it?” I asked. Pete pulled another scorched doughnut from under some burnt leaves. “Free food,” he mumbled, and stuffed the second doughnut into his mouth.
“Ahoy, fearsome fighters of the good fight!” It was King Justice, the coolest superhero ever to squeeze into Spandex and the leader of the League of Big Justice. He drove his Super Minivan of Kid Transport and Soccer Equipment around a large piece of burning rubble and pulled up next to Pete and me. On the bumper of his car was a sticker that read #1 SOCCER DAD. King Justice climbed from the car and surveyed the destruction.
“I didn’t do it!” Pete immediately said. “You’re probably wondering what happened,” I stated.
“Wondering what happened,” King Justice began, “or wondering what evil forces could be responsible for the destruction of so many yummy doughnuts?!”
Pete stuffed two more burnt doughnuts into his mouth. “Miff ma fwa bwaah hwo ga maff,” he explained, doughnuts packed into his cheeks.
King Justice looked at me, as if I’d know what the heck Pete was saying. I shrugged. “I guess it all began when this machine showed up at the League of Big Justice Hall of Big Justice.”
King Justice scanned the area. “And speaking of the League of Big Justice Hall of Big Justice ... where is it exactly?”
I looked to the place where the Hall of Big Justice used to be. There was a high pile of rubble and several small fires.
“Let me tell you about the fourteenth button Pete pushed...”
“Buttons?” King Justice gasped. “Does evil have no shame?! Does it know our
every
weakness?! Buttons are made! To! Be! Pushed! Who can resist the call of a BIG! RED! JUICY! BUTTON?!” King Justice grabbed his head as if the very thought of a big red button was driving him insane. “The very thought of a big red button is driving! Me! Insane!”
Pumpkin Pete leaned over to me. “I told you,” he said.
“The only thing that could have made this plan more evil is a plan with switches! You should see the things switches blow up!” King Justice gasped.
“Told you again,” Pete said to me. He jumped up from the curb and ran over to a cream puff that had a little flame still flickering on top. “Look! It’s like a little birthday cake! A little birthday cake that blew up and landed in my parking lot!”
King Justice moved a chunk of burning leather that used to be his La-Z-Boy chair and sat on the curb next to me. “Well, on the bright side, we don’t have to give any more tours. Oh! The questions I had to answer! My head! Pounding!”
Unless he was strapped to a rocket and being blasted into the
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