Chapter One
The Chapter That Begins This Book!
The explosion shook the walls and rattled the windows of the League of Big Justice. The vibration faded, and Pumpkin Pete scratched his large, orange chin.
“Hmmm. I guess it’s not
that
button,” he said, and hovered his finger over a different button.
“Uh, Pete,” I said, “maybe we should wait until King Justice gets back before we push any more buttons?”
“Nonsense!” Pete blurted. “Buttons are made for pushing! If they weren’t meant to be pushed, they’d be switches.”
I know that made perfect sense to Pete. But then, filling his head with whipped cream and running around yelling “I’m pumpkin pie! I’m pumpkin pie!” also makes sense to Pete. He claims it’s a trap to see who really wants to eat him.
“I know one of these days, one of those creepy kids in Spandex is going to come after me with a fork and a tub of Cool Whip,” Pete once said to me as he squirted the whipped cream up his hollow nose.
“ ‘Creepy kids in Spandex?’ ” I asked. “You mean the
Sidekicks
?”
“Is
that
what they are? Well, when Stabby the Fork Boy comes after me with his Super Fork, I’ll be ready for his forky ways!” Pete shook his fist in defiance, then mumbled, “Curse you, Stabby...”
“Who’s Stabby the Fork Boy?” I asked, realizing that the answer would probably leave me even more confused.
“He’s the kid in purple Spandex that runs around with that fork yelling ‘It’s stabbin’ time!’ ” Pete replied as whipped cream started to ooze out his ears.
See, I’m a superhero sidekick. My code name is Speedy (real name: Guy Martin). I can run over 100 miles per hour. Pumpkin Pete is my superhero sponsor, and I’m at the Sidekick Super Clubhouse every day. I’ve never seen any kid in purple Spandex running around with a fork, yelling “It’s stabbin’ time!” Although, there was that
one
time Boom Boy ran around the Clubhouse with a cardboard box over his head and a trombone in his hand, shouting, “Everybody make way for Boxy the Trombone Boy! Toot! Toot!”
I’m still trying to figure out what
that
was all about.
But right now, I had to figure out who had sent the large, crazy-looking machine to the League of Big Justice, and how I could stop Pete from pushing more of its buttons.
“You
do
realize that these buttons are blowing things up every time you push one?” I pointed out.
“And don’t you think switches blow things up? You’ve got a lot to learn if you don’t think switches are every bit as evil as buttons!” Pete’s long, viney finger poked another button. An explosion echoed in the distance. “And now my keen pumpkin senses have detected a second button not to push!”
“I really, really, really think it’s a very, very, very bad idea to keep pushing buttons.”
Pete spun away from the machine and glared at me. “Let me tell you something about super-heroes, Spuddy...”
“Speedy,” I corrected.
“Whatever. Now the thing about superheroes is, we’re super! And because we are super, we do super things. And super things are...uh... they’re...uh...”
“Super?” I offered.
“You bet your pumpkin pie they’re super! That’s why we’re
super
heroes! And I assure you, as a superhero, all the things I do are
super
!” Pete snarled. “Super! Super! SUPER!”
“Uh... what’s your point?” I asked.
“I have no idea!” Pete shouted back. “Now get out of my way so I can push more buttons!”
Pete slapped his palm on a large button near the top of the machine. There was a moment of silence, and then the Sidekick Super Clubhouse exploded.
“Pete! You blew up our clubhouse!” I said accusingly.
“Eh, that thing was blocking my view of Crosscreek Park anyway,” Pete defended as Sidekick Super Clubhouse debris rained down on the League of Big Justice Parking Lot of Big Justice.
“Super,” I said, and dropped my head into my hands.
Chapter Two
The Chapter That Continues the
The Chapter That Begins This Book!
The explosion shook the walls and rattled the windows of the League of Big Justice. The vibration faded, and Pumpkin Pete scratched his large, orange chin.
“Hmmm. I guess it’s not
that
button,” he said, and hovered his finger over a different button.
“Uh, Pete,” I said, “maybe we should wait until King Justice gets back before we push any more buttons?”
“Nonsense!” Pete blurted. “Buttons are made for pushing! If they weren’t meant to be pushed, they’d be switches.”
I know that made perfect sense to Pete. But then, filling his head with whipped cream and running around yelling “I’m pumpkin pie! I’m pumpkin pie!” also makes sense to Pete. He claims it’s a trap to see who really wants to eat him.
“I know one of these days, one of those creepy kids in Spandex is going to come after me with a fork and a tub of Cool Whip,” Pete once said to me as he squirted the whipped cream up his hollow nose.
“ ‘Creepy kids in Spandex?’ ” I asked. “You mean the
Sidekicks
?”
“Is
that
what they are? Well, when Stabby the Fork Boy comes after me with his Super Fork, I’ll be ready for his forky ways!” Pete shook his fist in defiance, then mumbled, “Curse you, Stabby...”
“Who’s Stabby the Fork Boy?” I asked, realizing that the answer would probably leave me even more confused.
“He’s the kid in purple Spandex that runs around with that fork yelling ‘It’s stabbin’ time!’ ” Pete replied as whipped cream started to ooze out his ears.
See, I’m a superhero sidekick. My code name is Speedy (real name: Guy Martin). I can run over 100 miles per hour. Pumpkin Pete is my superhero sponsor, and I’m at the Sidekick Super Clubhouse every day. I’ve never seen any kid in purple Spandex running around with a fork, yelling “It’s stabbin’ time!” Although, there was that
one
time Boom Boy ran around the Clubhouse with a cardboard box over his head and a trombone in his hand, shouting, “Everybody make way for Boxy the Trombone Boy! Toot! Toot!”
I’m still trying to figure out what
that
was all about.
But right now, I had to figure out who had sent the large, crazy-looking machine to the League of Big Justice, and how I could stop Pete from pushing more of its buttons.
“You
do
realize that these buttons are blowing things up every time you push one?” I pointed out.
“And don’t you think switches blow things up? You’ve got a lot to learn if you don’t think switches are every bit as evil as buttons!” Pete’s long, viney finger poked another button. An explosion echoed in the distance. “And now my keen pumpkin senses have detected a second button not to push!”
“I really, really, really think it’s a very, very, very bad idea to keep pushing buttons.”
Pete spun away from the machine and glared at me. “Let me tell you something about super-heroes, Spuddy...”
“Speedy,” I corrected.
“Whatever. Now the thing about superheroes is, we’re super! And because we are super, we do super things. And super things are...uh... they’re...uh...”
“Super?” I offered.
“You bet your pumpkin pie they’re super! That’s why we’re
super
heroes! And I assure you, as a superhero, all the things I do are
super
!” Pete snarled. “Super! Super! SUPER!”
“Uh... what’s your point?” I asked.
“I have no idea!” Pete shouted back. “Now get out of my way so I can push more buttons!”
Pete slapped his palm on a large button near the top of the machine. There was a moment of silence, and then the Sidekick Super Clubhouse exploded.
“Pete! You blew up our clubhouse!” I said accusingly.
“Eh, that thing was blocking my view of Crosscreek Park anyway,” Pete defended as Sidekick Super Clubhouse debris rained down on the League of Big Justice Parking Lot of Big Justice.
“Super,” I said, and dropped my head into my hands.
Chapter Two
The Chapter That Continues the
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