The following is a work of fiction intended for adults. Rook.

‘Danger-Babe-Central, Danger-Babe-Central, look auntie Em look!’ Yeah it’s like Mr. X-mas day every day of the year now. The only thing that could have been any sweeter than Danger Babe getting up off the cold hard slab and breathing again, would have been if congress had accidently passed a law saying no one could hold public or privet office if they were ‘jerks’. There by causing all government and all commercial management to vanish in a puff of fresh air.

This is just utterly great. Danger Babe was, and promises to be again, one of those rare curio shops of wonder and mystery. A place of the strange and otherly where you have no idea what is going to be just around the next grinning skull. I don’t want to give anything away, but I will say that the new Flag Girl costume is one of the hottest I have seen in a long time (micro-mini skirt so panty and smile flashing in every panel!) and she has finally grown up into a decent cup size for a super heroine. Still not in the big leagues but not the flat chested D-cup of earlier outings. The banter is top notch and hilarious, the framing and phrasing of the sequential images is as always masterpieces of visual style. And hell, is there really anyone out there who bothers with a story arc in poser comics other than Mr. X? I mean for all the beauty of the panels that you will find at Danger Babe there are some great pulp stories driving them with bobbles of witty banter and side splitting asides and social commentary smirks woven into the rather smart tight plot lines.

I’m not selling anything here, I will leave that to the pros on the congressional street corners, I am just saying that for what you would spend in one week on candy and soda in the vending machines at work you get a month of some of the hottest and coolest babes from one of the most talented story tellers in the biz and that is a present worth stuffing in your stocking any day of the week! ‘nuff said, amen brother, amen.

DANGER BABE ISLAND

The cold snap of the air was more a hindrance than a hazard; as with other Aphrodite gene super heroines her body maintained a constant agreeable temperature, if a touch on the warmer side than most women, in face of all but the most extreme temperature spikes. But the cold still tickled her nose whenever she put her mask on outside in the winter like this and she rubbed a finger alongside it now and sniffed.

She was no rookie. The mask always went on first before you took off your civilian clothes and it came off last after all your other super heroine costume pieces had come off and just before you put back on your first piece of civilian street gear. Since she was disrobing in a bus shelter at three a.m. on one of the quieter and clean suburban streets to check out a few questionable young men lounging around the alley leading to the back of several small businesses including a mom and pop jewelry store a block away; she had just set her mask upon her small freckled face with a bit of actors adhesive glue and was now stripping out of her clothes as rapidly as she could all the while shooting glances around her for any approaching figures. She liked using this bus shelter to change in and out of her uniform. She had used it several times in the past. It was on a street of mostly apartment buildings of older families with young children and retired couples, the street was bent in a ‘U’-shape just off a slightly busier street, and framed as it was in an ox-bow of bay water on three sides it seemed almost like a deserted island or quiet oasis just off the crime riddled downtown only three blocks away. The shelter its self was facing away from the well-lit apartments and faced a clean but oft used park for small children that lay directly across the street from its wide opening with safety fences and the dark bay waters beyond. The glass walls of the shelter were covered in regularly changed posters and the whole thing was more like a camouflaged duck blind then a Plexiglas bus shelter. Since the busses did not run on this suburban line from 10:30 p.m. till 5:00 a.m. she had no threat of a sliver behemoth whirling up to a hydraulic wheezing stop in front of her naked body. It was a good place to change and it had a great hidden place to put her book bag which she was filling with her civilian clothes right under the large lone seat. The metal panel there was actually loose though you couldn’t tell by looking at it and you could pry and pop it open and it was just the perfect size for her bag and about as safe as a gym locker for keeping her stuff until she was ready to change back, or if her outings kept her out past dawn then she would just grab the bag and make her way to some less busy place to change back again. There were good places to strip during the night and good places to strip during the day. This was one of the better ones for night but was way too busy during the day.

She had just laid out every piece of her super heroine outfit on to the bench seat next to her book bag and had placed her civilian shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket, into the book bag and was standing there in her mask and her panties as she never felt any need to wear a bra considering how firm her breasts were; when she felt a peculiar presence as if someone was directly behind her-

She turned and nearly fell backwards as she yelped into the wrinkled forehead of a young man. She recovered quickly with a sigh of relief, “oh Evert you startled me. What have I told you about sneaking up on me like that when I am naked?!”

“Sorry Miss Lydia Welles,” the young man had an oversized almost round head and his large eyes above his frozen wide smile where glued on the young blondes firm full round double DD breasts.

Lydia pointed up at her face, “Mask Evert. Remember what I told you about the mask?”

“Of course Miss Lydia- I mean of course Miss Flag Girl, sorry.” The young man’s large eyes remained fixed on Flag Girl’s naked tits as his frozen huge smile twitched at the corners and beads of perspiration began to trickle down from his temples and short hair line.

“When I am wearing the mask I am Flag Girl, even if the only thing I am wearing is the mask, it’s STILL Flag Girl. I mean honestly you boys can’t seem to remember a thing.” The young busty super heroine noticed Evert’s rapt attention of her erect exposed nipples and removing one fist from her jutted out hip she draped her arm over her breasts so that her forearm covered one nipple and her palm of her hand covered the other. “Evert Hardon are you going to be a nasty disgusting pervert ALL your life?!”

“I-I-I’m sorry Flag Girl. Really I am.” With her breasts at least partially covered the boy could at least make something similar to passing conversation but his wide eyes still remained fixated upon her chest.

“I suppose it won’t do any good to expect you to be a polite gentleman and turn your back as I finish changing?” Flag Girl pointed her finger past Evert’s shoulder out toward the street and away from the confines of the bus shelter. “Turn around, Evert! Turn around!”

With an obvious tremendous struggle Evert backed up a step and slowly turned around.

With a dramatic sigh Flag Girl gave Evert a push and rolling her eyes half turned away from him while trying to wiggle out of her panties using only one hand as she kept her other hand still clasped over her full jiggling bosom.

Behind her wriggling form Evert continued his slow turn in place until he was once again facing Flag Girl and again with wide eyes and almost face splitting smile goggling at the honey blonde pubs that were shimming into view.

Flag Girl finally managed to squirm out of her Hello Kitty panties which had gotten caught for a second or two on her ankle, and she stood back up with them in her hand to face Evert who was sweating up a storm and open mouth and apple cheek staring at her tawny downy pelt!

“Evert! You pervert!” Flag Girl whisked her hand with her panties in it to clamp them over her exposed sex. “UH!” She gave Evert a disgusted look and then shook her head. “Can’t you help yourself?! I guess I had forgotten how much of a perv you really are after using the flash transformation for so long. I have only had to go back to the old school slip and strip method these past few weeks. I guess you will never change.”

The large headed boy sweated and slurred through his clenched smile teeth, “I-I-I am really so sorry Miss Flag Girl. I do try I really do. I just seem to appear whenever naked super heroines are near. I don’t know why?”

Flag Girl rolled her eyes at least as long as she kept her goodies covered Evert could sort of function as a decent sort of chap. “I know Evert, you want to be a good boy and help people and yes you have helped us super heroines out of a lot of jambs in the past and are great at running errands and such, but” Flag Girl did not realize as she was talking with her eyes rolling in her head and frowning up at the bus kiosk ceiling that she had raised up her hands and was gesturing about the small bus shelter with them. “To be a good man, a really respectable citizen, you can’t keep showing up every time we super heroine types drop our unmentionables. Whatever that radar thing is in that oversized melon of yours you have to somehow stop following it!” Flag Girl was waving her hands around as she worked herself up and her panties kept smacking Evert in the sweaty face as he muttered, “Oversized melons. Yeah!”

Flag Girl looked down and saw Evert staring and smiling at her exposed boobs again and with a sigh covered herself up again. “Why do I even bother all men are just disgusting perverts. Here Evert at least make yourself useful,” she picked up her new costume halter bra top and turning her naked back on Evert tossed her panties into the book bag and held the top to her breasts while Evert helped her slip into it while she held her hair up and out of the way. “That had better be drool I feel splattering on the upper spheres of my pert full naked ass cheeks, Evert and not spunk or some boy is going to get his nads mailed to him in a Christmas fruit cake.”

“Ye-ye-es Miss Flag Girl.” The boy was half helping and half clumsily groping her and she sighed and shook her head.

“Alright see if you can get my hair up into a pony tail for me while I get my panties and micro-mini skirt on? Boys are just so worthless.” Flag Girl couldn’t help grinding her naked ass into Evert’s crotch in the close confines of the kiosk, but at least Evert had a decent package in his pants. He was one of the few men out of the recent flood of arrivals who had a respectable pecker in his pants. And she didn’t mind grinding on it now with her inquisitive butt and refreshing her memory as to its length and girth. Yes, it wasn’t bad. Nothing to write home about, but still not a bad meat pole... Hmmm, probably a fifteen incher with an eight inch circumference and the shaft bent slightly half way along its meaty thick length where it widened slightly into a more respectable nine and half inch circumference. You could cum on it but it wasn’t anything you would walk across the street for, a little too stumpy for her tastes. Flag Girl stopped rolling and gyrating her hips and stood upright again. “Alright Evert help me with my boots. Evert? Evert?” Flag Girl looked behind her and then down at the ground, “Gosh he’s passed out?!”

“If you don’t mind me asking Flag Girl? Why are you not using your flash transformation belt anymore?” Evert was holding a freshly purchased soda can to the back of his bruised head as he followed the fully dressed Flag Girl down the street to where she had last seen the suspicious hoodlums.

“Well, Evert, I have to use my older power belt and the cloth costume because my nano-bot belt needs recharged and only Ms. Americana knows how to do that and she is away at the moment.” Flag Girl waved Evert into the shadows of a trash dumpster and gestured to him to kneel as she paused to survey the dark street corner ahead of them.

“We-we-well where has she gone?” Evert was once again bug eyed and smiling broadly as Flag Girl bent over in front of him to peer around the dumpster corner and in the process obliviously shook her panty flashing ass just inches from his face.

“She has gone to some uncharted island with most of the other super heroines.” Flag Girl’s voice was muffled by her own body being between Evert and her mouth. Her red and white striped micro-mimi skirt flipped up over her perfect round firm ass cheeks and her white deeply camel toeing panties swam dizzyingly just inches from his nose. “She left me in charge until she gets back. Bummer those guys seem to be gone now?”

“B-B-Back from where?!” Evert looked like he was going to have a seizer as his unblinking eyes and wide toothy smile followed every hypnotic wiggle of the nearly naked ass before him.

Flag Girl widened her legs and grabbed her ankles and looked between her knees back at Evert, “why back from Danger Babe Island of course!”  The flaxen bubbly blonde now bounced upright and pointed up at a small open window just a short ways down the well-lit dead-end alleyway off to their left. “I wonder? Now Evert give me a hand up so I can use that open window and see if those guys used it to enter this store?” Flag Girl stepped on Evert’s shoulders and head to reach the small window but found herself a bit snug once she tried to use it to enter the store. “Ugh, Evert you are going to have to give me a little push! UGH, harder! No Evert not on my thighs you are going to push on my ass! No! Get a real handful and push! Ah, Evert? Evert?! Oh don’t tell me you passed out again! Humph! Men! I hope Ms. Americana is having an easier go at it on the new island!”

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“Umm, ugh, could someone give me a push here?”  Ms. Americana struggled and pulled herself awkwardly out of the small floor maintenance hatch of the humming huge machine. Her huge boobs made an audio rubber stretching sound as they finally squeezed through the narrow opening. She paused when her knees where level with the floor hatch opening and then frowned and looked back down at the construction helmeted worker’s face which was poked out of the floor opening and beaming up at her. “You can take your finger out of my ass now, thanks,” the Queen of Justice snarled and then clambered the rest of the way out of the hatch as the worker disappeared back down below. The champion of right approached a small group of super heroines gathered around a bank of monitors and readouts. “Please tell me that fixed it?” Ms. Americana pulled her top back up over her always erect puffy nipples and then folded her arms under her impressive chest canons which instantly popped her nipples back out again over the indented tops lip.

“Seems to working now,” Omega Woman looked up from one of the monitors and smiled at Ms. Americana, “What’s wrong don’t like getting into tight corners?”

“Not with four horny construction workers. That’s eight pawing hands you know? I told you we should never have allowed men on the island.” Ms. Americana noticed her nipples had slipped out again and proceeded to tuck them back away. After which she folded her arms under her mighty mams causing the nipples to pop right back out again.

“Their work is almost done and then they will be shipped back to the mainland. We needed the extra hands or we would never have got this thing off the ground.” Omega Woman smiled as she put a heavy inflected tone on ‘hands’.

“Speak for yourself.” Ms. Americana noticed her nipples were popped out again and shimmied up her top to cover them with pinching gauntleted forefingers and thumbs. “I still am not entirely certain of this whole venture?”

“Danger Babe Island maybe the very key to saving this world.” All the super heroines looked over at the approaching Doctor Marrow as he wobbled in his erratic weaving electric wheelchair. “If the wormhole technology Omega Woman helped us collect from the Breeders works. We will be able to send any super heroine anywhere on this planet or anywhere in the universe in a matter of an eye blink!”

“It does sound wonderful Doctor Marrow. But I still have some qualms about using even a modified device taken from those Breeder creatures.” Ms. Americana pointed at several hibernation capsules containing sleeping Breeders.

“Let’s hope it does work. I mean we are out in the middle of nowhere here in the tropics and to make a base here so far from the crime in the cities is going to depend on that wormhole device working at a moment’s notice and with some dependability.” Omega Woman eyed the towering humming machine.

“Put your fears to rest women. I, doctor Marrow Boner, give you my guarantee!”

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“So why are all the super heroines out in the middle of the ocean on some tiny uncharted island anyway?” Evert was now holding two soda cans to the bruises on the back of his head.

“Well it’s a long story. But basically they had wanted to make a super heroine base in Washington D.C. but the president decided against that.” Flag Girl was walking past the front display window of the shop she had been forced to bust out in order to leave the empty store she had slipped through the alley window to gain access. The broken glass crunched under her boot heels as she noisily sipped on her own can of soda through a straw.

“I heard that Ms. Americana had been in the situation room when the S.E.A.L.S. had gone in after that terrorist guy in his compound and Ms. Americana was mad because she thought the super heroines should have gone and then she spilled her cup of coffee and shouted out, ‘SHOOT!’ and the navy S.E.A.L.S. did. And the president was really, really mad and told them to stop construction on the super heroine base that Ms. Americana wanted to build on the Mall and-“

“Ah, yeah well anyway they decided to build the super heroine international base on some remote island somewhere.” Flag Girl paused in front of a store front and looked as some shoes. “Do you think this skirt makes my butt look big?”

“Ah-ah-ah, SOOOO that must be why I ended up stumbling across you tonight. All the other super heroines are out of town.”

“Yeah so how does that work anyway? I mean I heard the other super heroines call it like, ‘Pervert Radar’ or something?” Flag Girl was lifting up the back of her skirt and checking out her butt’s reflection in the shop window.

“Oh, er well I don’t know how it works or that it even is working. I mean it isn’t like radar I just sort of always stumble across super heroines every now and then when they are, er. Well…”

“Buck ass naked.”

“Eck-hem, well yes.”

“That’s just weird. And does not make the slightest bit of sense by the way.”

“Like flying without an airplane does? Or being able to pick up a car and throw it over a building.”

“Okay, point taken. Say, look at those! Now those are some cool boots! Hey you never said anything about my new costume? What do you think? Huh? Bitch’n eh?” Flag Girl spun around her skirt flying up and exposing her tiny white panties as her firm jugs took on a torpedo shape and strained and jiggled against her tight blue white starred halter top.

“Ye-ye-yeah bitch’n… gulp!”

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“I am not sure I trust this Doctor Boner,” Jungle Babe whispered in a low throaty voice as she looked over at the back of the wheel chair seated man as he gave curt muffled orders to the construction men nodding around him.

“You don’t trust any men, honey.” Omega Woman smiled at the forest amazon. “I think it’s your lesbian tendencies coming through.”

“I would take greater pleasure from cocks if they weren’t always attached to dicks.”

The small group of super heroines laughed. “Still it is a bit unsettling that we have all been asked here to this remote uncharted location to set up this Danger Babe program and response team all at one time.” Miss Astonishing murmured as she tapped a finger against her golden mask.

“Exactly the point! We have left all our side kicks and well, let us call them the ‘rookies’, back in our respective cities and domains to handle the criminal elements while we set up this new base and formulate the roster. It is a bit uneasy knowing Spector Girl is facing all those menaces on her own.” Specter Woman frowned out through the large unbreakable glass round portal at the picturesque sandy beaches and palm trees that ringed the squat two story base on its tiny island.

“We must remember that it is our own governments that have asked us to get Danger Babe Island up and fully operational. We have been, a tad; busy to take care of it under our own initiative.” Sara Kroft the legendary tomb raider added.

“Maybe it’s just all those Breeders slumbering in their tubes that have me on edge, but there does feel like something is in the air?” Power Lass put her hands on her hips and nodded over at the large humming machine, “and that whole idea of walking straight into a worm hole to be zapped halfway across the room or the cosmos is setting my nips on edge.”

“The Breeders have no original technology of their own. There are a parasite race, but it is the thief who has the strongest locks in the city, and the Breeders have made it so none of their cobbled together stolen machines will function without a Breeders living mind waves being present. They are living keys to their own device. In short we need them for now until we can duplicate their brainwave patterns enough to create a ‘skeleton key’ of our own.” Omega Woman looked with open disgust at the slumbering creatures in their glass and silver vertical tubes.

“I think Jungle Babe is right. It is this Doctor Boner that I have qualms about.” Ms. Americana narrowed her flashing blue eyes at the doctor and his bustling construction crew. “I did some background research on the good doctor and he use to work for a little country in the Balkans that was heavy into the white slavery trade as well as openly suppressing their own women whom they kept virtually stripped of all basic rights. He narrowly missed a long international sentence of crimes against humanity after one of the little flair up wars so epidemic in that part of the world and was scooped up by the Wade Brothers who made him the head of one of their military research development teams. He still does some work for them but mainly free lances his expertise on time/space mechanics to the nations of the highest bidder.”

“What on earth would a white slave trader even at a national level want with a quantum mathematics genius?” Champion Girl pondered out loud.

“Better yet, what would a wacko math geek like that want from a white slave trader?” GOT Gal set the clip board computer pad down and nodded across the room at the doctor’s back, “I think we should stay on our toes here.”

“Ah! Mine lovelies! The portal is now all set and calibrated! So who will be the first super woman to answer a call of distress?!” Doctor Boner angled his way up to the small clique of super heroines all smiles as he worked angrily at the frustrating ill responding controls of his zigzagging wheel chair.

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“You know for a pervert you can’t really handle the normal healthy sight of a female body very well.” Flag Girl was squelched down hugging her knees and rocking on her toes next to Evert who was holding his bruised head and just now pulling himself into an upright sitting position on the cold pavement. “I mean, you keep fainting all the time. I mean you seem to be able to handle a little bit of nipple slip like I am doing right now in my top right here, but-“ Flag Girl yanked her top up and let her huge firm breasts plop out and Evert shot bolt upright smiling broadly and then passed out again. “SEE! See what I mean?” Flag Girl pulled her top back down and wiggled and shifted her huge knockers back into place under its stretched star spangled spandex. She waited while Evert slowly recovered and moaning pulled himself back up to a sitting posture with the back of his head now bleeding slightly. “For a guy with built in pervert radar and always staring at a girls jugs, you really seem to be something of a lightweight when it comes to some full in the face naked tah-tahs. That’s really weird, you know.”

Evert could only moan as Flag Girl moved away from him and left him to slowly pull himself to his own shaking feet. She eyed some more items in the shop windows wandering a little further down the deserted street. “You should get a new hobby Evert. One where you don’t pass out if you actually get to see what you are trying to see, you know what I mean? It’s a disgusting dirty little hobby anyway being a peeping tom and all. I mean you never hear of a peeping Tammy, right? That’s because women have self-respect and control and boys are just perverted disgusting losers.” Flag Girl bent over to look at some bracelets in the shop window and her micro-mini skirt flipped up showing her side to side rolling hip-shake up and down gyrations as she hummed and lightly absently danced to some tune in her head.

Evert moaned and zombie shuffled a step or two closer his eyes wide and staring as Flag Girl now began to more aggressively grind her hips up and down in rapid corkscrewing movements as if she were rubbing her up turned crotch on some invisible strippers pole or was slamming an invisible cock up and down rapidly into her pussy?! Evert could only smile and stare and whimper.

“It’s because guys have ‘gutter minds’ they only think about one thing and that is sex and sadly thinking about it does nothing in helping them do the actual act any better. In fact it must make them do it worse because the more perverted a guy is the worse he performs once his pants are off. Why is that Evert? Why are all you perverted guys so lousy at sex?” There was a wet muffled thud and Flag Girl once again grabbed her ankles and looked between her legs behind her, “oh Evert, not again!”

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“Ah it is a big alarm! Good! Lots of devastation and disaster! Perfect!” Doctor Boner rubbed his hands together and giggled. “A perfect test of our wormhole device! Some super bad-nick has unleashed a forty foot tall robot monster on a helpless city! This is wonderful! As now we can test sending multiply subjects at one time to the same location! Now okay girls let’s get on the dimensional dial and prepare to be sent zipping through space!”

“Ah professor why can’t we just wear our normal costumes?” The voice was Ms. Americana and it came from behind a folded screen where one could see the shadowy silhouettes of all the super heroines disrobing and holding up bits of costume questionably before them.

“Because the safety filters in the Breeder wormhole device will only acknowledge non-living material of Breeder manufacture. Which unfortunately cannot be duplicated with Earth raw materials so we have to strip what we can from crashed or captured Breeder ships and as you no doubt are aware of the Breeders do not wear the pants! So we have to use the seat cushions and those are well both rare and uhmmm, a bit on the transparent side, yah?”

“Uh, Yah!” Ms. Americana walked out from behind the screen wearing a black mask with her signature golden ‘A’ centered upon it, black gloves, black boots, and a tiny black bandeau top that was obviously a few sizes too small, and a tiny black thong. As she walked toward the doctor and the humming waiting platform of the wormhole machine it became increasingly obvious that the material was very sheer and nearly see-thru as one got closer to it. “And these power rings will allow each of us to maintain our individual powers even though I do not have my power belt and GOT Gal does not have her GOT gem on her?”

“Yes, doctor how does that work?” GOT Gal came out from behind the dressing screen wearing an almost identical outfit to Ms. Americana’s save for her logo placed on the mask and that it was if possible even skimpier than the Queen of Justices!

“Yah! You see girls I put all your power devices into these containers here.” The man in the wheel chair waved at a wall full of the super heroine’s individual power items sitting in humming blue glass boxes. “The stubborn filters on the Breeder machine won’t allow your power items to pass through but it allows these rings which we can beam your powers into to pass through. However, there is a loss of power in the process. So you won’t be quiet as powerful as you are used to being and you will find your power devices will drain themselves much faster. Ack! But these little bugs we work out latter! For now you can be whisked anywhere you need to go in a flash and have all your powers there ready to be used via your new Danger Babe rings. Just don’t lose the rings as they are also your way back through the portal when you need to return!”

“I am definitely not comfortable with this! If I had known beforehand we had to wear different suits whenever we went on a Danger Babe assignment I would have, er, shaved a little closer.” Omega Woman came out from behind the dressing folding blind with one hand held over her tiny black panty where her crotch showed a thick overgrown patch of blonde pubs easily spilling out around the tiny garment. Ms., Americana and GOT Gal laughed behind their gloved hands.

“You should do what I do, and just shave it bald every day! Guys really like that! They don’t like all that hair in the way; they can choke on the pubes you know.” Champion Girl came racing out from behind the dressing blind a spark plug spitfire with her mighty jugs bouncing so hard that they lightly smacked her in the chin as she ate up the space between her and the platform in large energetic strides.

“Ah, thanks for the beauty tip, sunshine.” Omega Woman growled.

The rest of the super heroines began to emerge from behind the changing screen pulling their thongs out of their crevices and confusedly tugging their tops this way and that in helpless attempts to cover up their nipples.

“Alright girls everyone up on the platform at once. We send this no-good-nick big surprise!”

“All of us at once doctor?” Ms. Americana stopped for a second on mounting the steps to the machine, “do you think that is wise?”

“Of course, it is a very big robot! Now everyone squeeze in there. Let go of your tits girls and hug! Hug! Hug! Push them in close! Yah! Like that everyone push up close! Here comes the glass cylinder down. So now everyone suck in the air. No wait that only makes your chests stick out bigger, no sucking in the air, just breathe naturally. Okay the glass wall is down. Now, one two three and we go yah!”

There was a bright flash of light and the glass cylinder udderly packed with super heroines with boobs pressed up against the glass was suddenly empty.

“Ah excellent! Now to make a quick phone call… hello am I speaking to the Wade Brothers? Yah? Well you will be pleased to know that I just sent all your super heroine problems to a little moon on the other side of the universe! Yah! I still have all their super power devices. No they will not be coming back to bother you again. I hope your Mr. Feng Shui enjoys his new collection of super heroine sidekicks and newbies. I am sure they will be much easier to handle then the more experienced and more powerful super heroines we just got rid of. Yah! And if they should become a problem just send them to me at Danger Babe Island and we will take care of it! Yah! Good-bye! Alright then who wants ice cream and cake?”

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