by Doom Bunny
It oozed out of the ground after having
slept for over five years. It was mad, it was hungry, and it
wanted revenge. It had rested dormant in the ground for too long;
now it needed sustenance.
° ° °
First, it surveyed its surroundings. It had gone into hibernation
in a grassy field just outside the city. The field had become
a neighborhood. It decided that it must have emerged in someone's
It slithered and dribbled over to a tall oak tree and began to
climb its way up. After resting for so long it was only about
three cubic feet in size. It was jet black, and seemed to be
half liquid, half solid. It crept to a low branch on the tree
and waited for a meal to come by. It did not have to wait long.
A kitten -- cute and furry and probably belonging to some adorable
little kid -- became its first victim. With little resistance
from the innocent kitty, it enveloped the cat and digested it.
In a little over a minute, the ooze was just a tiny bit bigger.
Like most black oozes, it was polymorphic and quickly turned
into something fitting of its size -- a dog. A black dog, of
course. It silently metamorphosized into a small Labrador and
went off to seek revenge. But first, it needed to increase to
It rapidly accomplished this by befriending a family of four
with its recently acquired doggy charm and then slurped them
up, one by one. With this done, it was large enough to now polymorph
into a man and seek out the Galactic Hero Corps. Thirty Minute
Man would pay for what he had done, and he would pay dearly,
for it had returned.
It was black, it was evil, and it was mad as hell. It was. .
. The Black Stuff!!!
° ° °
The Galactic Hero Corps' Headquarters was
fairly deserted on the day The Black Stuff emerged from its sleep,
unbeknownst to the defenders of the galaxy (or the Galactic Hero
Bill sat on the couch, watching television with Teleman, as usual.
Buck the Ogre tried working out the bugs in his Chicken a la
King recipe. The only other members present -- Captain Dick,
who was working in his office, Insectorama, who was reading a
Spider- Man comic, and Ranger Ruben, who was out back, planting
The other heroes were all out on important and imperative assignments
throughout the galaxy:
Dirk Daring and Super Mummy, along with Carlotta Everyday acting
as transportation, were orbiting Jupiter, trying to put down
an alien uprising occurring on Io.
Nice Alice was giving an inspirational speech at the University
of Arizona Psychology Convention entitled "The Value of
Positive Affirmation: What It Means To Be Nice To People."
Grunion Guy and Snailman were fixing the sewage treatment plant
in Cleveland. Again.
And Greased Lightning, Mr. Mystic, and Bright Boy were out making
public appearances, trying to improve their images. Incidentally,
every one of the busy heroes were succeeding at their tasks --
except Greased Lightning, who always had a way of putting his
foot in his mouth and couldn't improve his public image if he
tried. Which he did.
It had been a relatively peaceful day on Earth, except the sewage-plant
From within the quiet corridors of GHC Headquarters, a telephone
rang, and soon, Captain Dick emerged from his office.
"Where is that pathetic Teleman?" Dick demanded, looking
around. "Oh, there you are, watching TV as always. You know,
you really are pathetic."
Teleman looked hurt. He didn't like or respect Captain Dick any
more than anybody else did, but after a while his derogatory
comments could really eat away at a person's self esteem.
"Sorry, Cap. It's just, well, I only wanted to. . . yeah,
I'm stupid. What can I do for you?"
Dick smiled. This man respects me, he thought. Soon they all
"Just don't do it again, you fuck. Now, it seems that there
is a fire at the antique telegraph office in New Jersey. And
since that's in your field of interest and ability, I want you
to help put the fire out and see that the station gets back on
line. You got that?"
"Yeah. Oh man, I hope the poles weren't damaged. Say, how
do I get there?"
"Uh, I think we have one of the old hovercycles in the garage.
"But Captain, New Jersey is a thousand miles away. It will
take hours to get there. The whole station could be up in flames
The Captain shrugged. "You'll just have more work to do
when you get there. Now get going, you pathetic fuck!"
Teleman walked out into the garage, muttering obscenities the
entire way under his breath.
"And don't think I don't hear you, you fuck!" Dick
yelled after him. "What a pathetic fuck," he said to
Bill. He then realized that Bill was still sitting on the couch
watching Three's Company. "And you! I don't suppose
you'd like to get off your pathetic ass and go with him?"
Bill turned around to face Dick.
Then he turned around just in time to see Jack get hit with the
front door by Chrissy. He loved it when that happened. It was
so funny. Bill giggled like a little girl.
"Another pathetic fuck," Captain Dick muttered. He
stormed into his office and slammed the door.
° ° °
The Black Stuff, highly intelligent and very
calculating, began to do research on the present Galactic Hero
Corps. For five long years it had sat and healed the wounds Thirty
Minute Man had inflicted upon it. For five years it had plotted
that man's death. Whatever it decided to do to Thirty Minute
Man, it would be too good for him. That man was an enemy to be
tortured a lifetime. It couldn't wait to see him suffer. There
were others in the Corps who would suffer also: Duck Wonder,
Ranger Ruben, The Orphan, Pual the Infamous Albino, and of course,
the hated Smite Dude. They would all pay for the injuries it
had sustained in their last great battle.
It looked through newspapers in the library. The Black Stuff
didn't stand out at all in the library in its guise as a well-dressed
The Black Stuff, to its dismay, soon found out that Thirty Minute
Man, and many of the rest, had been killed in the Great Gobi
Oh well, getting even with the present Corps members would be
° ° °
The vast intergalactic telecommunications
system of the Galactic Hero Corps crashed. Later, the GHC would
find that the warranty on the equipment had simply expired. At
the time, however, the Corps members present had no knowledge
that they'd been completely cut off from the rest of their group,
and from the world.
Such was the luck.
° ° °
The doorbell rang.
Insectorama, in his metallic green not-so-tight tights, loped
over to the door and answered it. A tall, rather muscular black
man stood on the porch. Through his black and green domino mask,
Insectorama could see that the man was wearing faded Levi's,
a cheap tee-shirt and no shoes. He had a stupid grin on his face,
wore a multi-colored beanie, and dreadlocks fell to the middle
of his back.
"Yes?" Insectorama asked.
"I is be wantin to join yo group, mon." The black man
smiled and bobbed his head up and down.
With his quick-thinking insect brain fired up, Insectorama made
Obviously, this man is black. Thus his parents are also black.
Which means that his grandparents... hmm... what were they? he
The stranger talked with a strange accent, but with his super
insect brain, Insectorama quickly deduced the origin of the accent.
Obviously, he comes from Buffalo.
Insectorama was very proud of himself, having deduced the man's
cultural and ethnic background, and he invited him inside.
"Thank yo, mon. I is be de super hero, yo be seein'."
Yes, he's obviously from Buffalo.
"Well," Insectorama asked. "What can you do?"
The man smiled. "I is be de super hero, yo be seein'."
Insectorama understood completely. "Wait here while I get
the captain." Insectorama began to walk down the hall.
"Thank yo, mon."
° ° °
It had gotten inside Corps headquarters easily.
That fool hadn't even recognized him. It scanned and took in
its surroundings, looking for signs of a security force which
had to be there, somewhere. A commotion could be heard down the
° ° °
"What the fuck do you mean he wants to
join the Corps? You fuck! Oh well, let me see him." Captain
Dick came strutting down the hall.
When he saw the man, his demeanor changed.
"Welcome sir, welcome. Its always good to see a fine citizen
from the public who wants to get involved. How can I help you,
sir?" The Captain always seemed to act different when there
were other people around.
"I is be Kyle Marley, 'n I is be wantin to be de super hero
Captain Dick smiled. "Sir, as happy as I am to see people
interested in serving the cause of justice, I'm afraid the requirements
for the Corps are pretty strict. What exactly can you offer us,
other than your cultural diversity and charm, of course? Heh
The man smiled again. "I is be de great super hero of Jamaica.
I can do de many tings fo yo mon."
Jamaica? wondered Insectorama. Must be a suburb of Buffalo.
"Sir," Captain Dick continued. "I understand,
but what are the specifics of your abilities?"
Kyle laid out Insectorama with one punch.
"Wow," Captain Dick exclaimed. "That's pretty
But The Black Stuff didn't hear the captain, for it had already
sprung into action. It thought that it had surely been recognized
now, the captain was acting too strangely. And it couldn't battle
them here, not on their home turf, outnumbered and outpowered.
So, it leapt onto the couch and grabbed Bill, pausing to think.
"Okay, wow!" Captain Dick continued. "I'm sold!
But The Black Stuff knew this was only a diversionary tactic.
It tucked its victim under its arm and fled form Corps Headquarters.
"Oh my God!" yelled the Captain. "That was remarkable,
simply remarkable! Did you see that, Bug?"
"Urmpph?" replied Insectorama.
"That man was so fast and so strong. He'd be a great addition
to our team. He even looks stronger than Super Mummy. Wow."
After a while, Insectorama was able to sit up on his own. Captain
Dick just stood staring out the front door.
"I wonder where he went? He must know Bill from somewhere
cause they sure took off fast together. Oh well, we'll sign him
up when he comes back with Bill. Man, I wish all you fucks were
as talented as that."
Insectorama's super insect brain began to calculate things once
again, as he returned to full consciousness.
Man, they sure raise them tough in Buffalo.
° ° °
After three hours of waiting for Bill and
the man they'd dubbed "The Jamaican Ultimate" to return,
Captain Dick decided that something was wrong. Not only had those
two guys vanished, but none of the rest of his squad had checked
Captain Dick decided to do some investigating. He went over to
the galactic communication array and tried to make contact with
Dirk Daring. All he got was silence. No hum, no buzz, no click,
no nothing. Captain Dick began to analyze the situation in his
"Obviously," he said to himself, and to anyone else
who was listening. "Something is not right here. First,
communication between us and the rest of the team is impossible.
And, the only other means of communication we know is through
Teleman, who's in fucking New Jersey. Second, Bill and The Jamaican
Ultimate have seemingly been kidnapped. That is, unless our friend
The Jamaican Ultimate is not what he seems. Yes, that must be
Captain Dick sighed. He'd have to resort to someone he had hoped
never had to resort to before.
"Yes sir?" a voice said from beside the Captain. "I'm
right here next to you. No need to shout."
The Captain would deal with that man's stupidity later. Now he
had some planning to do. "Round up everybody here at headquarters.
Hey, is Ranger Ruben still around?"
"No," replied Insectorama. "He felt an adventure
coming on, and he left before the feeling to get involved overcame
him. He's just not ready yet, sir." With that, Insectorama
was off to gather up heroes. He returned shortly thereafter with
Buck The Ogre.
"That's it?" Captain Dick yelled. "He's all we
have left in the building? Oh man, are we really screwed. Wait
here, underlings. I must go plan."
° ° °
The Black Stuff sat quietly in it's new lair.
It's hostage sat before it in an old wooden chair. That rhymes,
Surprisingly, Bill didn't look scared or even concerned in the
least. For three days, he had sat absolutely still, never moving,
never talking. It was really starting to irritate The Black Stuff.
"Look," it ordered its victim. "I want you to
tell me everything you know about the Galactic Hero Corps."
Bill didn't seem interested. "Do you have any Cheez Dootles?
I'm really hungry."
This went over the head of The Black Stuff. Cheez Dootles?
"How dare you defy my order. Now, tell me all you know or
I'll kill you."
"Do you have a TV? I like TV..."
"Look you miserable little human, I could torture you like
you couldn't imagine. I could slowly digest certain parts of
your body at random. Now, will you tell me what I want to know?"
Bill looked like he was thinking things over. "What?"
The Black Stuff was confused, and angry. "I'll gnaw off
your hand!" it yelled.
"Do you like Three's Company?" Bill asked.
"I'll disfigure your entire body!" he threatened.
"Jack Tripper's my favorite, then Mr. Roper."
It was outraged now. It didn't understand this guy at all. "Don't
you care what happens to you? Don't you care about great amounts
of pain and suffering?"
"Jack trips a lot. I feel his pain."
"Ahhhhhh, " it screamed in frustration and bolted from
Bill turned around. "Say, what about those Cheez Dootles?"
° ° °
Back at Galactic Hero Corps Headquarters,
things rolled along smoothly. Captain Dick was doing research
on all known super beings, trying to figure out who the Jamaican
Ultimate was. He'd cross-referenced its apparent abilities with
those known by the computer, and he'd narrowed it down to three
possibilities: Mashed Potato, Ulmquist The Mean, and Super Mummy.
He decided to throw out Super Mummy. Now, he was down to two.
Mashed Potato had been a very cunning, yet overly greedy, criminal.
That trait had ultimately led to his defeat at the Second Great
Battle of Boise. A quick check at the newspaper files showed
that Mashed Potato was still safely locked away at Prison Planet
Four. Scratch that one.
Ulmquist The Mean, Nice Alice's arch nemesis, had the exact type
of power she did, except his power dealt with hatred and meanness
instead of love and niceness. Captain Dick looked at his file
and wondered what Ulmquist The Mean could possibly have in common
with the Jamaican Ultimate. Scratch that one, too.
Maybe it was Super Mummy...
"Captain," came a deep voice from the hall. "I
think I know who it could be."
Buck The Ogre stood in the doorway. His huge frame barely fit
through the already oversized doorway. Buck usually didn't say
much. But when he did, everybody knew it was important.
"Get out of my office, you fuck," Dick roared. "If
you've got something to say, say it from the hall. You're smelling
up the whole office."
Buck took a step back. "I remember The Orphan talking about
it just before he died. He told me how they'd defeated this thing
in a great battle, but could never find any remains. I think
this could be that same thing. He called it..." Buck stopped
and looked around nervously. "The Black Stuff..."
Captain Dick sighed. The Black Stuff? "Don't you think I've
thought about that, you fuck? Of course it's the Black Stuff!
Now get the fuck out, I have to think!"
Buck walked away, and Dick scampered back to his computer. What
in the hell was The Black Stuff? He looked it up in the computer.
Sure enough, the description matched. Nothing I can't figure
out, thought Dick, smirking.
Then he frowned. How am I gonna beat The Black Stuff with only
Buck, Ruben and Insectorama? he wondered.
"I can't, cause they're all pathetic fucks," Dick muttered.
Without thinking, Captain Dick picked up the emergency red line.
"Get me Duck Wonder. He's coming out of retirement."
° ° °
Captain Dick hoped that the stories he had
heard weren't true. He'd seen Duck Wonder a couple of times when
he had been a cadet, but had never worked with the man personally.
His bravery and skill at fighting super villains were widely
spoken of. Unfortunately, so were the many quirks that the famous
hero allegedly had.
For instance, Dick had heard through the grapevine that the famous
Duck Wonder often entered battle in a large, very feathery and
very purple duck costume, complete with artificial bill and wings.
It was rumored that communication with Duck Wonder was also troublesome.
Not that dealing with people who had poor communication skills
was new for Dick. After all, he'd been dealing with the likes
of Carlotta Everyday and Super Mummy for some time now. But Duck
Wonder was supposedly different. Sometimes, all he could say
was "Quack". It annoyed everybody to no end. Dick hoped
that all the rumors weren't true.
When Captain Dick got to Duck Wonder's house, he found the door
open. He could hear some type of commotion going on inside the
house, so he walked on in.
He rounded the corner of a hall and saw Duck Wonder sitting in
a study. He was wearing a suit and tie, which really relieved
Dick. At least the part about the duck suit wasn't true. Duck
Wonder was on the phone, listening to somebody on the other end.
He saw Dick and motioned for him to take a seat.
"Quack!" Duck Wonder yelled into the phone.
Oh no, thought the Captain. It's true. He felt his stomach lurch.
"Quack!" Duck Wonder yelled again into the phone. "I
tell you that the man's a quack! He's selling pills that don't
relieve hemorrhoids like he claims. I want you to sue his ass
off!" Duck Wonder hung up the phone.
"Sorry you had to witness that," he apologized. "I'm
having my lawyer file a malpractice suit against this quack who
sold my mom some phony medicine."
Dick was suddenly the most relieved guy in the world. He'd found
the hero who was going to save the day. Now, if only he could
convince him to come out of retirement. It wasn't going to be
"Fred," Captain Dick used Duck Wonder's civilian name
as he extended his hand. "I'm Captain Dick, and I want you
to come out of retirement and become Duck Wonder again for a
couple of days."
"Okay," Duck replied.
"Fine." Captain Dick turned around and left the room.
I've got him, Dick thought to himself. He couldn't possibly say
no to that speech. It's my best one.
° ° °
Frederick Marmam, better known as Duck Wonder,
walked to his closet and opened it. Way in the back, behind the
nurse's uniform and the poodle skirt, he found the old costume.
Its bright purple feathers glistened in the incandescent light.
Boy, he thought to himself, I can't wait to feel those feathers
against my body again.
° ° °
The next day, Captain Dick before his troops.
He paced to his left.
"Okay you pathetic fucks -- not you, Duck Wonder -- its
time to kick some ass. We just received an ultimatum from The
Black Stuff. We are to meet it at the park around the corner,
at 4:00 today, unarmed, or we'll never see Bill alive again.
Not that he would be much of a loss, but I'm not about to lose
to some slimy shit if I can help it."
Captain Dick paused to pace to the right.
"Now, that shit doesn't know that we have the famous Duck
Wonder on our side, so he'll be our secret weapon. I plan for
us to meet at the park like it said, only with Duck Wonder in
hiding somewhere, ready to spring on the bastard."
The others all nodded their head in understanding, well, everyone
except Insectorama, who was busy digging something out of his
ear. As he was doing this an idea came to him.
"Say, Captain Dick? Why don't I change into a mosquito and
spy on him?"
The Captain glared at Insectorama. "No," he said sternly,
pacing left again.
"But why, Captain Dick?"
"What point would it serve?" Captain Dick snapped.
"Well," Insectorama's super insect brain was in high
gear. "I could tell you his position."
The Captain thought this over, but not long. "No. Now listen
up -- Insectorama and Buck will head for the park. I'll follow
closely behind, high in the air, with Duck Wonder coming five
minutes later. Insect-head and Buck are the decoys that will
lure The Black Stuff in, and Duck Wonder will take it out. Got
° ° °
At 3:59, the Galactic Hero Corps' finest were
still missing, so those that remained on Earth went to the park.
Sitting there in the sand, under some black monkey bars, was
Bill, tied and gagged. Captain Dick and the others ran and untied
"Where's the Black Stuff?" Captain Dick asked Bill.
"Oh," Bill responded nonchalantly. "He's the monkey
bars above us."
Even as Bill spoke the monkey bars were quickly changing shape
into the black man the heroes had seen before. This time though,
it was naked.
"Why didn't you warn us, you fuck?" screamed Dick
Bill looked puzzled. "I didn't know I was supposed to."
"Wow," Insectorama exclaimed. "Look at the size
of his cock! I think I'm gonna move to Buffalo."
Everyone ignored him.
The Black Stuff crept over to them. "I've been waiting for
this day for five long years. Now, the Galactic Hero Corps will
perish." It inched closer.
Captain Dick needed to stall. Duck Wonder was only three minutes
away. "Uh, at least let us have some last words, okay?"
The Black Stuff hesitated for a moment. "Very well. You
may say your last words, but then I will destroy you all."
Dick thought quickly.
"Uh, Insectorama?" he said, "I want to hear the
story about how you had your ingrown toenail removed." Dick
swallowed nervously. He hated to put anybody an Insectorama story,
but these were desperate times.
"But Captain, you forbid me from even mentioning that story
ever again. You said that if I did, you'd tear off my -"
"I know!" Captain Dick interrupted. "But tell
it anyway, you fuck!"
"Okay," Insectorama began. "I woke up one morning
and my toe hurt. I looked down, but I couldn't see nothing wrong.
I mean, I'm not a doctor or nothin'."
He was addressing the Black Stuff now, for it was the only one
present who had not heard the story.
"So, I had Dirk drive me to the doctor and the doctor said
it was ingrown. The toenail I mean, not the toe. He said it would
have to go. The toenail, that is. So, he took out some pliers,
planted one of his feet in my crotch for leverage, and began
a yankin'. I tell you I never heard so much screamin', and that
was just from Dirk. I can't believe the noises he made; kinda
like if you were to put your hand in a blender. Yeah, you might
make noises like that then. There was blood everywhere and I
was cryin and yellin' and all. Oh, and you'll love this, its
the best part. The doctor looks at me and says 'Oh, did I forget
to give you the anesthesia?' Ha, ha, it was so funny. I swear
I laughed and laughed for hours about that. Then they had to
give Dirk a sedative or something. I don't know why though, since
he'd already fainted after the bloody toenail flew across the
room and stuck to his forehead. It was so cool. Then -"
"Enough!" The Black Stuff screamed, covering his ears.
"First Bill, now you! All of you will die a horrible death!"
It lunged for Insectorama, who was distracted by a large commotion
from behind. "What is going on here?"
Captain Dick was about to answer with some I-don't-give-a- shit-anymore-so-I'm-gonna-make-some-smart-ass-comment-since-
I'm-gonna-die-anyway remark when a purple feathery shape ran
into the fray.
The trap had been sprung. Or had it?
Duck Wonder didn't actually run into the fray. He sort of jogged
in, surrounded by people, not really paying attention to where
he was going. He was busy signing autographs, and trying to get
away from a crowd of fans. After all, he had been one of the
most popular Corps members before he had retired. He looked up
from the mob.
"Oh man," he said. "Am I at the park already?
Quack! I guess this blows the surprise. Quack!"
The very anatomically correct Black Stuff stood there with his
mouth open wide. "Duck Wonder! I thought you'd been killed!
You will perish today."
"Doesn't anybody want to hear the end of my story?"
Everyone ignored him again.
The Black Stuff lunged for Duck Wonder's throat. Effortlessly,
the hero ducked out of the way. Hence the name: Duck Wonder.
(The costume and quacking was actually just a publicity gimmick).
"Quack!" he yelled for the public to hear, and charged
the Black Stuff. But instead of hitting The Black Stuff, Duck
Wonder found himself enveloped in black goop, and it started
to digest the hero.
"Ahhhh!" Duck Wonder screamed. "Get it off me!"
But Captain Dick had immediately given up on Duck Wonder, and
Insectorama had started telling his ingrown toenail story to
a bystander, who didn't look very interested at all, so he wasn't
paying attention. There was only one being who could help.
"Hit him Buck!" Duck Wonder yelled. "You're my
Buck The Ogre hesitated. He knew that he wasn't ever supposed
to hit anything because of his muscle-debilitating syndrome.
Yet he had no choice. He reared back his five hundred pound frame,
wound up a punch with his one foot diameter fist, and launched
it at The Black Stuff.
The sound of snapping muscle could be heard even above the roar
of the crowd, as every tendon in Buck's hand and wrist tore itself
from the bone.
"Ouchie," he cried, as he fell to his knees, sobbing.
"Hand go snap-snap."
Surprisingly, the weak blow had phased The Black Stuff just a
little, as it let go of Duck Wonder and stepped back to clear
it's head. But, even as it prepared for another attack, it got
another surprise. Stuck to its sticky, tar-like body were hundreds
of feathers from Duck Wonder's costume. They were all caught
up both within and without, halting his mobility and his polymorphic
powers. Unknowingly and accidentally, it had been tarred and
An idea came to Dick's head as he saw this. "Duck,"
he yelled. "Go tackle him. Wrap your body all over his.
Do whatever it takes."
"Quack!" Duck Wonder screamed, as he leaped again at
The Black Stuff.
It tried to run, but in its feathery state of being, it was too
slow for the adrenalized Duck Wonder. He jumped on it's back
and began rolling around on the ground.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Insectorama. "Are they
having sex? Oh my God, they... are... wow..." An idea came
to his head. "Hey Buck, you wanna make it a foursome or
But everyone ignored him again.
Meanwhile, The Black Stuff was helpless. The more it resisted,
the more feathers dislodged from Duck Wonder's suit and stuck
to it. Soon, it was nothing more than a frozen ball of feathers.
Captain Dick made his way through the crowd finally. "Good
job Duck Wonder," he announced for the public to hear. "I
am so glad that I asked you to come out of retirement and join
us. It truly takes a great tactician to pull something like this
off, and I'm glad I made the right decisions."
"Quack." Duck replied, his beautiful purple costume
now only a bald, white jumpsuit.
"Hooray for Duck Wonder!" screamed the crowd. "Hooray
for Captain Dick!"
Dick gathered his troops together and prepared to leave. "Thank
you, kind public, for your wonderful support. Until you need
us again..." he said dramatically, as he and the team strode
"Where the fuck have you been?"
Dick shrieked at the rest of squad when they finally showed up.
"We've been busting our ass out there, narrowly avoiding
getting killed, and you're here watching TV."
Bright Boy spoke up. "We all just got back. We got your
note and we were going to come over right after we had some lunch.
We got a pizza coming."
Captain Dick wanted to chew them out, but he was just too tired.
Oh well, he'd tear their heads off later.
Duck Wonder introduced himself to the team. Everyone wanted to
hear about his past exploits -- everyone, that is, but Buck,
who really just wanted somebody to take him to a hospital.
"I have an announcement to make," Duck Wonder announced.
"I have decided to come out of retirement permanently, and
re-enlist in the Galactic Hero Corps."
"Yippee!" They all exclaimed, except Super Mummy, who
couldn't, and Dirk Daring... well, he looked peeved about something...
The scene was now set for the future. A new hero had joined the
Corps. Or, an old hero, depending on how you look at it. All
of society was safe for now, and everyone was happy for the time
being, except Buck, who looked like he was about to faint. It
had been just another typical week for:
The Galactic Hero Corps!
Duhn Duhn DUHHHH!