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“In our last exciting episode our plucky super heroine, Flag Girl, had just barely managed to escape the pit of peril known as the Delta City High School Men’s Athletic Showers!” The radio announcers voice was fast paced and high pitched and rang slightly in the small ear bud nestled in Flag Girl’s left ear.

“Hey! Don’t tell them that! Our last episode was called the Lair of the Lava Men! I saved the world; as I ALWAYS do, and I trounced those rock monsters and sealed up their fissure and-“

“And the villain Doctor Bangharder escaped! No doubt to continue his diabolical dastardly deeds against the fair populace of Delta City!” The radio announcer chimed in with a flourish.

“Well, er, yeah. But I almost had him! I mean he cheated! And I tracked him to the remote mines in the mountains just outside of Delta City. So there!” Flag Girl removed her helmet and placed it in the carrying compartment behind her patriotic hued scooters seat. “You know sometimes I am not so sure about this radio program idea. I thought it would be cool for people to see, well hear, me on a real live adventure as it was happening so they could know the stuff a super heroine does and not listen to those Wade brothers who say all those nasty things about us, but you seem to twist everything around-“

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“Hey! I love his films!” Flag Girl left her parked scooter and began to move up the mountain trail to the nearby entrance to one of the closed coal mines. “You think I could get his autograph some time? Maybe a picture of him and me? Maybe I could be in one of his videos? A small part you know because I am a really busy crime fighter and all.”

“I am sure he would love to have your small parts in one of his films. Our intrepid heroine makes her advance to the ominous boarded over cave entrance.”

Flag Girl clipped on the small camera with its microphone back over her ear and nestled it snuggly into place from where she had been wearing it on her top while she had her helmet on during the long drive out of the city and up into the mountains.  Her red calf high boots crunched on the snow as she reached the haphazard barricade of gray gnarled timbers erected in front of the cave entrance. “My sources tell me that Dr. Bangharder has made a base somewhere higher up in the coal tunnels of these mountains. This is not the first time a villain has holed up in these natural and man-made structures. This entrance here should lead me straight on the most likely route to a series of higher up caverns where he is most likely to have set up his base!” Flag Girl gave the desiccated boards that were nailed to a round pole frame of raw timber sunk into the earth and stone a few experimental tugs causing the rusty square nails to screech. “Hmmm, a few Flag Girl Twister-kicks should do the trick.”

“While our honey haired heroine turns a trick let’s hear a word from our sponsors! Are you tired of the women of Delta City pointing and laughing and calling you ‘pinky pecker’? Are you feeling ashamed of their constant belittling of your manhood and their endless callous jeers at your expense? Are you furious of these sluts not putting out! Then try the new line of Mickey Finn’s latest creations; ‘cork poppers’! These handy dandy little adhesive strips are guaranteed to fire up any ice princess’s libido while pushing her off into instant slumber land! She snoozes while you oozes! Comes in several fun sizes! Remember before your next run-in with that up tight bitch with the nice tits to palm a few of these little wonders and adhere them to any part of her exposed flesh and watch out! Timber! Remember Mickey Finn Cork Poppers today and never wank alone again! Mickey Finn; a subsidiary of Pornopine Pharmaceuticals and Wade Brothers Industries, where ‘our job is making it easy’. Now back to our adventure.”

“Well, I am inside and I just turned on my Flag Girl belt light.” A star shaped beam of light shone from her power belt before her as she carefully stepped along the rocky uneven floor of the natural cave. “It’s kinda dark and spooky in here and yuckie dirty too.”

“Sounds dangerous! While our super heroine finds her way in the murderous maze of Doctor Bangharder mines of mayhem let’s take a moment to hear a word from our sponsors! Worried about the economy? Feel frustrated that you’re being asked to do more work for less pay again and again and again? Think the guys at the top are raking in WAY too much money and blaming you for your own poverty? Disgusted by a handful of greedy soulless nameless board of directors whom don’t even live in your state deciding to destroy the lives of tens of thousands of hard working families just so they can buy a third yacht? Think there is nothing you can do about it because your own government has sold you down the river? Well, you’re right! Paid for by the Marie Antoinette let them eat Twinkies! Committee where ‘less talk and more work’ is our way of your life! Now back to our lost in the dark heroine!”

“Hey! I am not lost here! I know where I am going… sort of. I just need to find some way to go up? I don’t remember there being so many side paths splitting off or dead end percept drops when I was last down here with Ms. Americana?”

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“Grrrr, I told you I am not lost… just trying to figure out which of the many ways I can sneak up on this slimy villain I should actually try! That’s all. Lost, I am like never lost, geesh. You want lost try asking some guy in a Walmart vest where the Flag Girl All Day Suckers are and he just stares at your chest with drool hanging off his chin! Now that is lost! Ha! And the thing is they were there on the wall behind him, he was stocking them! He had the Kranktoons box right in his hands! I mean get a bar of soap and bathe once in a while guy! Ha! Or the time I asked this same guy if minimum wage paid more in pesos than in dollars and he looked at me like I was somehow crazy and then went back to staring at my chest?! Or when I asked him if he had a state map of Canada, and he just stared at my chest. Or the time I asked him if he had one of the bonus box size of Ms. Americana Cereal but in a smaller size because the larger size doesn’t fit on my shelf, too tall, and he just stared at my chest. Or the time I asked him why jock straps don’t come in alphabetical sizes like bras, I mean they both have cups? And he just stared at my chest. Or the time I asked him what country Fragile was and why was it making all our products now? And he just stared at my chest. Or the time I asked him to promptly remove the copies of dirty smut Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Issue from the magazine rack which he did but I had to whack him upside the head several times with my copy of Shades of Gray which I was browsing from the same rack before he managed to stop staring at my chest and did it! Talk about lost! Geesh! Now where was I?”

“Now a word from our sponsors! Frantic day from dodging death ray lasers fired at you from Moo-men from the Moon? Nearly stomped on by a forty foot tall robot being piloted by Hung Low while trying to make your bus connection in down town? Just got your brakes fixed and new tires for winter and a meteorite pulled out of the sky by Feng Shui smashes your car to pieces leaving only the door handle in your singed hand? In short having a typical bad day? Then why not brighten your smile with Dream Cream Tooth Paste? Or if you are not from the south, Dream Cream Teeth Paste! Yes those wonderful wacky fellows at Pornopine Pharmaceuticals who have brought you wonders upon wonders; now have taken the ever popular Dream Cream ice cream line and turned its lip smacking flavors into a series of fun tooth paste for your hygiene pleasure! Dream Cream Tooth Paste; put a smile on that puss! Now, back to our program!”

“Hey! I found a ladder over here! Cool! And this ladder goes up too! Now we are cooking with gas!”

“Looks like our feisty feminist do-gooder has finally managed to find her way out of one dark hole and is rapidly ascending up another! Will she stumble upon the hidden lair of Doctor Bangharder? Will she finally stop his evil ways? Will she ever find a pair of panties that do not camel toe like an atomic wedgie?!”

“Hey! For a radio show you seem to spend a lot of time looking up my skirt?! Now stop that you perv! Okay, this seems promising… I guess. The ladder has lead me up and through the roof of the cave and into another upper level of caverns but everything is covered in ice?!”

“Ice covered caverns! As our listeners no doubt know, most underground tunnels and caverns maintain an almost constant 70 degrees temperature! For the walls of a cave this far removed from the surface to be sheeted in ice hints at diabolical machinations!”

“It does?! I mean, yeah well of course it does! We are no doubt nearing the villain’s lair and he is obviously up to something sinister! I mean, come on that’s what they do!”

“And with that breathless note of suspense let’s hear a word from our sponsors! Ever find yourself at the Christmas party up on the copy machine and well, your panties are just not ‘that sexy fresh enough’ when you see your crotch the next morning plastered all over the office cork boards? Or you are downtown shopping with your friends and wearing your new thigh high boots and micro-mini skirt and suddenly find yourself the up-skirt darling of the cellphone internet but in granny panties?! Do you find yourself nervous every time you walk up the glass stair cases of the new Wade Brothers Civic Center in your new cocktail dress? Or do you find yourself biting your lip every time you enter or exit a limo at the latest premier? Then it’s time you visited Miss Flannels, the world’s premium provider of exquisite undergarments! While it is true that many women in Delta City prefer to go ‘commando’ in this busy brave new world; Miss Flannels has never the less been the city’s number one supplier of sexy lingerie for over a decade and that’s no secret! Now back to our own panty flashing heroine, Flag Girl!”

“Pervs, nothing but pervs in this city anymore. Ugh! Well it looks like this cave leads up that path into one of the larger caverns I was talking about earl- OUCH!”

“Oh, that is the third slip and spill, landing our daunting debutante right on her derriere yet again! High heel boots and an icy uneven cave floor just do not mix people. If those panties weren’t wet before from that over revving motor of hers then they surly are now after all those meaty smacks against that ice slick cave floor.”

“Owe, that smarts. And lay off with all the comments about my knickers already! I am a professional super heroine fighting crime here, not some Rockette kicking up her heels for your perv pleasure!”

“Can-Can you believe it folks our brave and bold buxom beauty has found the inner sanctum of Doctor Bangharder’s secret lair!”

“I have?! Looks like nothing but ice to me?”

“Pssst, right in front of you. No to your left. No your other left.”

“Ah! There are some lights coming through that opening in that wall of cascaded ice! Gee, thanks radio announcer dude! That little camera on my ear set that you are seeing through seems to be paying off!”

“Don’t mention it. Our super heroine creeps slowly forward toward the ebbing glowing lights-hey what happened to the picture?”

“Oh I slipped on the ice again and fell on my, what did you call it? My Debbie, and the little clip on camera fell off. Here let me find it. Has to be somewhere around here. Ah can you help me out? I mean what can you see on your little lap top back in the radio station? Try and guide me to where you are? Has to be around her somewhere?”

“And just when the pace was about to pick-up! Ah well, I apologize to our listeners for this temporary technical difficulty and hope they will bear with us for a second or two. Okay, ahhh I just turned up the gain and increased the camera light sensitivity to maximum. Wait... there is an image coming through… seeing something now looks like the camera has fallen behind some snow drift… or ice covered rock… you must be right on top of it because it keeps shifting the light around like there is a lot of movement from your belt light… bit hard to see… but it’s huge from this angle… look for some really huge round rock… well now it looks like some kind of pair of rocks with some stumpy stalagmite or stalactites on their tops… could be-“

“Ah here it is. It fell down my top! You keep falling off when I clip you to the ear piece so I have to clip you onto something else. Hmmm, if I clip you to the top you can get knocked off during the upcoming fight. I know! There! How is that?”

“Ah well all I can see is some weird… not sure… are you now standing in front of a valley of wheat or golden rye?”

“Wha- no? Oh I see, I had clipped the camera around backwards. There! How is that?”

“Oh, you clipped it to your skirt top.”

“Yeah it should be safe there. I mean the top always gets yanked off as soon as the fighting begins. Bunch of pervs, but that is why they are so easy to defeat! And the belt does not do well with other electronic devices directly placed up against it for long periods of time. But the skirt top should be safe! You can watch me from there! Ha!”

“Yeah no chance on anyone yanking your skirt off, huh oh boy. Well listeners our intrepid heroine Flag Girl once again slips up to the icicle curtain framing that weird otherworldly dancing light.”

“Fine, I clipped you to my boot top, happy! Gosh, looks like one of the abandoned labs from some previous villain but now it is all covered in ice! What do you think of that?”

“Ah all I can see are your panties and that you are definitely in need of a shave or at least a trim. But as our adventurer FINAILY enters into the ice shrouded halls of doom let’s hear from our sponsors! Do you feel like the world has been divided into the haves and the have-nots? Do you feel as if the haves are intentionally keeping you under their foot for their own personal gains? Do you feel like the CEO’s of North America and their legally bought and paid for politicians have brought slavery back? Do you feel oppressed? Down trodden? Abused? Feel you might be coming paranoid and anxious about those non-check and balance unelected departments like the CIA and FBI and Homeland Security and how they might be watching you? Well don’t worry you’re not paranoid or anxious! Your right! And they are! Paid for by the Marie Antoinette Let Them Eat Twinkies Committee, where only the rich have the right to bitch! Now back to our show!”

“Hmm, the weird light seems to emanate from that odd pillar of ice in the very center of the room. Whoa! What is that?!”

“Looks like a three pack Mary Jane white cotton double crotch ventilated off the shelf Fruit of the Looms from here.”

“It’s some kind of ice monster! And holy smokers! Look at size of that prick-cicle! I have heard of ice cream on a stick but never ice with a dick before?!”

“Hey! You’re dripping on the camera lens!”

“Ahhhh, Flag Girl how nice of you to finally join us!”

“Who was that?!” Flag Girl shouted.

“You’re asking me?! I got a one way view up Niagara Falls here and you’re asking me?!”

“I wasn’t talking to you I was talking to-“

“Doctor Bangharder, my dear, and I am so glad you managed to make it to what I sincerely hope will be our LAST meeting.”

“Oh so there you are! Hiding behind that wall of ice won’t do you any good! I have come to take you into custody. So just stop this nonsense now and come along peacefully before I have to unleash some Flag Girl whoop ass on you and your er what exactly are those things?”

“Those, ‘things’ as you so ignorantly call them are a simple variation on my tired and true Wade/Breeder barrowed tech. A simple device that allows me to open temporal portals or rifts, sort of one way bus stops from there to here. You fought my three foot tall lava men from Mercury and I must admit beat them rather easily, but can you now handle these fifteen foot tall Fridgidarians from Jupiter’s moon Io? The lava men where mindless instinctual creatures and sexless, but these Frost men are crystalline semi-intelligent creatures, ancient with cyclopean monolithic ice cities, and most importantly when facing an Aphrodite gene super heroine, they come equipped with, er, shall we say a sizable endowment of manhood?”

“Your fiendish freaky frozen frights will not keep you out of the freezer, Doc!”

“Say, nice alliteration there, Flag Girl?! Think you might move the camera so I can do some color commentary play by play for the upcoming fight? All I am getting here is a sodden view of an autumn footballer field.”

“Thanks, but there is no time for that now, it’s time for me to put this rouge scientist into the cooler! And besides those ice men Fridgiees-what-you-maw-call-it’s are advancing with some purpose!”

“Well I can hear the rather shuddering stamp of their stomping footsteps, but all I can make out is a blonde over grown jungle half hidden behind a damp wet dripping veil of semi-transparent white mist. Time for a word from our sponsors! Hey girls! Feeling a little ‘unsatisfied’? A little unfulfilled? A gnawing insatiable anxious emptiness? A craven for some instant gratification for some oral stimulation? Well, wait no longer! Unwrap a filling Puffy Penis bar today! Puffy Penis, always more than a mouthful! Now, back to our show!”

“UGH! Their grip is as strong as steel! And their touch is as cold as an ice cube! Argh! And that stove pipe penis of theirs is freaking huge!”

“WHOA! That thing just came into view! And it is gigantic! There is no way it will ever fit in your- OH MY GWAD! How on Earth did you just deep that thing! Look out here comes another one heading for your back door! DEAR LORD! If I had not seen it I would never have believed it! Look at the way they are mercilessly pounding our pour helpless Flag Girl! It’s like a pair of jackhammers going after a sack of kittens! Here comes another one?! NO WAY! Double penetration in the front and a fourth going to join in on the rear?! GWAD! The humanity of it all! Oh, that one was a bit quick on the trigger, a real minute man there, and now it’s raining sleet all over the camera. Can’t see a thing! Wait here come’s three more of those giant peckers! They look like frost covered oatmeal canisters! And blow their nuts just like fire extinguishers! Oh this, this is just- Hey Boys and Girls it is the turning of the hour and time again for the Wally and Beaver Show!!!! And here is everyone’s favorite trick roping cowpoke Wally and his enduring Native American sidekick Beaver in our Delta City Radio Studio before a live audience!”

“Hey little Beaver you look a little out of sorts?”

“I feel like a fat man in a tiny coat. Just stuffed; I can’t believe I swallowed that entire Thanksgiving Day pie in just a few seconds flat on account of Miss Emmy-Lou was fixing to return and take it to that no good Dan Rodgers. UGH!”

“Now little Beaver how many times I have told you not to gulp down your food?! That’s just bad manners!”

“This is true. But with little Beaver there is always room for more!”

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MS. AMERICANA IN MY NAME IS MUDD

Ms. Americana smiled and waved at the large crowd of spectators, fans, passerby’s, and the local media as she then carefully knelt upon the rug covered plank and its extra padding of folded cloth to position herself before the kneeling camera man. She gave a knowing wink into the camera lens and with a big smile got on hands and knees and then wiggled herself over the center of the wet concrete before her. She had already done the hand/glove print and the boot print into the wet cement portion of her star of fame on the brand new super heroine walk of fame just north of the Ms. Americana Tower of Justice and now she was about to add the somewhat oddly unofficial ‘boob print’ that had become the expected norm of all super heroines since Power Lass had bestowed her giant knockers into the mix. Ms. Americana still thought the super heroine had merely slipped when about to add her hand prints and lost her balance and came just shy of a full face plant into the muck but the buxom Washington D.C. favorite had pretended it was all intentional and ever since then all the other super heroines had felt the pressure to follow suit. The horny fans sure loved it! Holding her long raven tresses with one red freshly wiped off gauntlet gloved hand behind her back the Queen of Justice slowly lowered her enormous jiggling jugs down toward the gray wet cement as the crowd went wild in cheering anticipation of the twin meaty thwacks about to happen. Ms. Americana had always been in a one-up-man-ship with the flaxen haired huge titted super heroine Power Lass for as long as she could remember and she was not about to be outdone by the all boob and no brain blonde now! With a slight almost invisible shifting of her breathing and twisting of her body the maven of might expertly popped out both of her ever hard nipples from the confines of her tops straining lip; 'I will out do her stupid boob print with a boob and nipple print!’ Ms. Americana thought to herself with a smirk as she surreptitiously lowered her now almost naked, but hidden by the angle of her position from the public view, tits to just inches from the wet puddle before her.

Suddenly the wet gritty gray concoction exploded up and all over the dazed shocked super heroine?! For a second everyone startled back and gasped in frozen perplexity at what had just looked like the planet ejaculating all over Ms. Americana’s exposed tits?! Then the muddy mess pulled its self-off the blinking super heroine in slowly oozing gloopy glops and joining with the soup of gray still in the two by four oblong forms slowly spiraled its self-up into a man shape!

“Great Liberty! Wha- what are you?!” The Queen of Justice still sprawled on the red velvet carpet looked up from her back between her spread knees up at the still increasing in size gray man shape.

The sodden mouth parted in the roughhewn masculine face and a ghastly voice sounding like sand pouring on glass spoke, “You may call me MUDD for now, but soon you and all of your precious Delta City will call me MASTER!” and with that the strange semi-solid wet creature shot out its three fingered hand into an elongated shower of gray greasy matter that hit Ms. Americana in the face with the force of a sledge hammer blow!

The buxom battler was knocked back smacking her head with enough force to crack the retaining wall behind her and then the long gray arm of grimy plastic like muck yanked her forward until she was dangling with her face covered slightly above the now twelve foot tall monstrosity. Men and women screamed and little children where yanked up off the trembling ground as the crowd fled pell-mell from the brewing storm of violence.

Ms. Americana was suffocating under the vise like grip of gurgling gray goop that had encased the front of her face. She gave up struggling against the suddenly  granite harden arm, her grip only slipping on its muddy slick surface, and began to punch at the body its self before her. Her blows only penetrated the wet yielding skin and then her fists became stuck in its glue like body. With tremendous force she pulled her arms free of the creature’s torso with loud sucking noises and once again flailed her fists at the long wet arm large as a telephone pole that was holding her up her face and now throttling her as well as smothering her.

She was just about to black out when the creature lowered her to the ground and removed its hand from her face, leaving a slimy wet gray mud behind. It now raised its massive foot over her head and held it high as it gloated again in that voice that sounded like rocks being rolled between two sliding panes of glass. “It was such an easy task to take out this city’s vaunted champion. I must say I am unimpressed.”

Suddenly gun shots rang out and the creature looked down at its chest to see the bullet holes slowly fill back in from the slugs that had torn through its body. The creature’s head disappeared and reappeared facing backwards at the police officers who were discharging their hand pistols and shot guns at it. It hissed at them. “I will deal with you shortly but first your pathetic champion of so called justice must taste absolute concrete defeat.”  The shambling shape once again reformed its face to the side with its hovering leg above Ms. Americana’s head and then stomped downward with enough force that it shattered the glass windows and stairs in the newly finished Wade Brothers Civic Center Building a half block behind it. But its grave yard smirk gave way to slow quizzical preponderance as it rubbed its mammoth trunk foot on nothing but tarmac. Ms. Americana had rolled away at the last second and flipped to safety atop a nearby news van!

“I don’t know what you are or where you came from but, Mister, you picked the wrong empowered woman to mess with and I just had my hair done too!” Ms. Americana was pulling thick chunks of muck from her hair and cleavage.

“I have heard of you so called super heroines and your disregard for the proper way of a society to run with women subservient to men, and your twisted ideals of women being equal to men, and I laugh at you and your ignorant notions. Bah-ha-ha! Now as a toast to your ‘super’ kinds last day on this earth. I say to you; here’s Mudd in your eye!” And the vile abomination swung its fist/arm again at Ms. Americana’s head but the creature was decidedly slow and awkward in its powerful movements and the champion of causes just and true, easily avoided the ponderous swing with a simple flip and cartwheel.

“I can see why you attacked from an ambush. You are a slow creature despite your power and of very little match for a superior woman such as myself in any kind of honest toe to toe challenge of arms.” Ms. Americana landed gracefully on her boot heels and then seeing the opening presented by the creatures missed over extended swing launched herself into a full pike kick into the creature’s sour face. It was like jumping and kicking at a brick wall covered in slimy moss. Her legs crumpled from the initial shock of the impact and then slid helplessly down the creatures chest as she found herself dodging not only a second blow from the enraged beast but the myriad of wayward bullets the local law enforcement where spewing wildly through the creatures bulk.

“That’s not going to work! The creature has the ability to solidify at will into an almost unbreakable barrier! Or to liquefy itself to attack in an almost limitless gluey fluid! I will have to trap this thing! Knuckles alone will not bring it down!”

“Ms. Americana this is Flag Girl I have just arrived on my Flag Girl scooter and I am over at the police tactical van! Soon as I can find a bike rack to chain up my ride I should be there to assist!”

Ms. Americana pressed in on her star shaped earing to hear her ward more carefully and then pressed her neck choker enameled curio to open up her own communication channel as she cartwheeled out of another sequoia limbed strike that rented the air above her twisting form. “Negative on the hand to hand assist Flag Girl this thing is a power house with no melee weakness that I can see. Remain in a support position until I can fathom a plan! I say again, keep your distance, and remain with the police! Over!”

With a series of backwards flips the Queen of Justice managed to avoid a new crushing double pile driver slow advance of the glutinous gray mass as it shambled after her tactical retreat. “Stop trying to avoid the inevitable! I will crush your pathetic puny woman frame and then all the other so called super women of this city and rule this little dirt ball with all women as my rightful slaves!” The creature spewed droplets of mud as it shouted that landed like bird droppings all over the cracked and buckled pavement.

“Okay that’s it mister! You just destroyed my star of fame and you are going to pay for that!” It was Power Lass who swooped in a crescent blur and slammed both her planet crushing fists into the side of the great beast’s neck-less head. The creature made a muffled thud sound and to the huge titted showboats credit it almost staggered, almost. Now it flung up an oak tree trunk tendril arm at the super heroine pest who found herself stuck helplessly up to her tits in the muddy muck of the beasts back. The blow sent the super heroine arcing up into the air, both her huge breasts popping out of her one piece costume with an audio ‘sproing-ing’ noise.

Now both super heroines jumped to the offensive against the huge beast but their actions became increasingly more a cline to avoiding atom smashing blows and their attacks more and more like rapid high heel skedaddling retreats than any kind of sober minded aggressive strategy or even a sane and sensible defense. In fact in less than ten minutes both women where running around the creature as fast as they could in circles and yelping at the near death blows they were shamelessly fleeing from! The only slightly effective attack the two super heroines had stumbled across was when Power Lass would use her super power freeze breath on the creature and then both her and Ms. Americana would wallop on it until it thawed its self-free and came at them again. It was the only thing that had slowed it down and the few pieces that had broken off and fallen to the ground did not re-liquefy but lay there inherit and harmless. But such breath attacks had rendered Power Lass grabbing her knees and sucking wind and the pieces knocked off the creature simply where not significant enough to stop its windmill swings.

“This is Flag Girl I found this weapon in the police tactical van and I am going to try it out on the creature so clear back, over.”

“Is it some kind of gas grenade or stun gun or tranquilizer dart gun?”  Ms. Americana slipped in the mud that was now covering almost everything and then rolled quickly away yelping as the creature tried to stomp on her.

“Tranquilizer? I didn’t know rocket launchers came with tranquilizer darts?! Cool!”

“ROCKET LAUNCHER?!” Both Ms. Americana and Power Lass shouted in each other’s shocked faces. Then Power Lass sucked in one more mighty chest expanding lungs full of air and blew until her cheeks looked like Dizzy Gillespie and felt like they would burst. The ice cold breath slowly froze the creature into church stained window glass crackling place. With knees wobbling and head spinning Power Lass grabbed Ms. Americana and both super heroines soared up into the air just as their communicators sputtered:

“Fire in the hole!” Flag Girl gleefully shouted.

There was a loud hiss and then a bright bang as the rocket launcher smashed its payload into the frozen creature and exploded. Pieces of hard and wet clumps of clay rained down on the two hapless super heroines as they ungracefully plopped to the earth.

“Gee, a tranquilizer dart rocket round sure behaves a lot like a normal rocket launcher round? Ha!” Flag Girl smiled down at the two prone and exhausted super heroines from her mud splattered face as they all three watched the mud rain down around them. “Wow, I never saw it rain nothing but mud puddles before.” Flag Girl adjusted the rocket launcher still smoking on her shoulder as the muck slid down her taunt teen body and pooled in her dripping cleavage. “Say, when do I get to plant my knockers into the walk of fame?!”

“I think you just did kid,” Power Lass whimpered from the ground as she struggled up to a sitting position. “I think you just did.”

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