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Banocanut
Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: self
ISBN-10: 1452810249
Type: Fiction
Pages: 142
Copyright: April 29, 2010
ISBN-13: 9781452810249
At one point the streets of Utopolis were not safe to walk down, but that was a long time ago, before the superheroes came. With crime fighters with extraordinary powers patrolling the city was left in peace, or so everyone thought. When guards were down, tragedy struck in the form of a murdered boy, a boy who had just developed his super powers. With no clear motives and no suspects, the superhero group, The Seven Deadlies, attempt to get to the bottom of the case, but at what cost? It appears like the deeper they dig to unearth the truth, the deeper they find themselves in the dangers way, and they soon suspect that they may be the true target of the criminal force behind the disruption. Join The Seven Deadlies for the humorous thrill ride in this comical mystery adventure, as we learn of their sorted pasts, and hope for their fated futures. Superhero's Welcome is a witty journey into the thin line known as good versus evil. With an assortment of characters that enjoy clever banter as much as fighting crime, this tale is a cross blend of Superfriends meets Seinfeld.
At one point the streets of Utopolis were not safe to walk down, but that was a long time ago, before the superheroes came. With crime fighters with extraordinary powers patrolling the city was left in peace, or so everyone thought. When guards were down, tragedy struck in the form of a murdered boy, a boy who had just developed his super powers. With no clear motives and no suspects, the superhero group, The Seven Deadlies, attempt to get to the bottom of the case, but at what cost? It appears like the deeper they dig to unearth the truth, the deeper they find themselves in the dangers way, and they soon suspect that they may be the true target of the criminal force behind the disruption. Join The Seven Deadlies for the humorous thrill ride in this comical mystery adventure, as we learn of their sorted pasts, and hope for their fated futures. Superhero's Welcome is a witty journey into the thin line known as good versus evil. With an assortment of characters that enjoy clever banter as much as fighting crime, this tale is a cross blend of Superfriends meets Seinfeld.
Excerpt
Odysseus’ Diner was a favorite amongst The Seven Deadlies. Whenever they were not out crime fighting, or resting, they could most likely be found at Odysseus’. It got to the point that they were such regulars that they had a high tech security system installed to detect trouble approaching the diner. At a table in the back, three other members of The Seven Deadlies were caught up in a heated discussion.
“Seriously,” yelled The Manhole, a muscular, macho looking man. He wore a yellow hard hat, and no mask covering up his identity. He wore a plain white tank top, with an orange reflective safety vest over it. His right arm was bulging with veins while his left was deformed, missing the lower portion of the arm. In the place of the shortened appendage, a manhole pick was fused to his bone, acting as permanent weapon. Next to The Manhole, a manhole cover rested on the floor. “It is not that hard of a question. Who would you rather live next to?”
“I do not know. I mean how would you know who they were if they concealed their identity,” a beautiful young woman answered in a deep masculine voice. Her face was angelic, but was slightly obstructed by the slender red mask, worn around her eyes. Her hair was blond and lengthy, held off of her face by a studded headband. Her outfit was revealing; low cut shirt, and tight hot pants. She would be breath taking if it were not for the unusually distracting bulge in the front of her pants. This was Shocking Parts.
“I think the question is just who you would rather live next to, not necessarily having to know which one. I mean there are pros and cons of each,” stated Sir Vey, a rotund individual covered from head to toe in mechanical devices. Miniature cannons and lasers were mounted all over his entire contraption of a body. His outfit teetered between the lines of futuristic and ridiculous.
“Well, more cons if you choose to live next to the villains,” The Manhole chuckled. “I mean, me personally, I would want to live next to the super villains.”
“Why,” Shocking Parts rebutted, “why not live next to the superhero and be with your own kind. You can throw a super barbeque or something.
“Also, it would be dangerous to live next to a villain, unless you want to live there to spy on them,” Sir Vey commented.
“No, my choice was not based on spying, but in defense against your argument I think it would be safer next to the villain,” The Manhole said. “I mean, if a super villain finds the home address of a superhero, he is going to bomb that thing to oblivion and take the whole neighborhood with it. But a superhero; when he finds out the address of a super villain, he would go there alone, sneak in, maybe a face off, but ultimately leave with the villain apprehended and no property damage.”
“That is a valid assessment,” Sir Vey commended, “but what about subsurface secret hideouts? If a super villain digs out an underground cave to carry out his experiments; that can not be good for the foundation of the houses around it. Your home would become structurally unsound.”
“I agree, it would,” The Manhole concurred, “but superheroes also build underground hideouts, so that is a moot point in this argument.”
“What about the neighborhood security watch?” Shocking parts threw in. “Superheroes would be all over that. That would have to make it the safest neighborhood in the town.”
“But imagine the parties,” The Manhole announced, “I would imagine that super villains would have amazing parties, with V.I.P. lists that you would not believe.”
“So you would give up on your convictions over a party?” Sir Vey inquired. “Why would you even bother going to parties? How much fun would you have if you were not drinking?”
“Well I guess I would have a drink or two,” The Manhole responded to the hypothetical question.
“But you know that superheroes can not drink,” Shocking Parts disapproved.
“I still drink on occasion,” Sir Vey noted. “I would assume I am the exception though.”
“Well I could always take a night off from the job,” The Manhole shrugged.
“You can not take a night off Manhole,” Shocking Parts reprimanded. “We do not get personal days in this line of work.”
“So you are telling me that you would not cover for me?” The Manhole asked slightly offended.
As the three were conversing Mind Manners and Tidal Rush entered the dinner and approached the table. “There has been a death of a kid with powers,” Mind Manners announced solemnly. “We are taking the case.”
“Hero? Or just powers?” Shocking Parts asked.
“He wanted to be a hero. He asked if he could join The Seven Deadlies,” Mind Manners explained.
“But that would make no sense,” Sir Vey responded, “there are already seven of us.”
“That is what I said,” Mind Manners added. “We have no real leads so we will have to do some investigating. Where are Shrunk and Friar Ball?”
“They are at the Be A Better Hero Conference,” The Manhole told.
“Text them,” Mind Manners instructed. “They will join us when it is done. We will split up and check the usual suspects and leads. We also have three other jobs that came in that require tending to. One is a fickle pickle jar. Manhole, I think you might get the best of that one. Second is for you Shocking Parts, a car needs jumping, and I do not want to hear a comment about physically jumping a car. Third one if for Friar Ball. I will text him the address of the convent with heat problems. I know times are tough since we cleaned up the streets so well, but we need to do our best to serve the community. Lack of crime is bittersweet to a superhero.”
“Would you like a piece of pie first?” Shocking Parts offered.
“Of course I do,” Mind Manners said sternly. “Everyone loves the pie.”
Mind Manners and Tidal Rush joined the table for a quick taste of pie before the five heroes paid their tab and took to the streets. Each of the heroes had their own personal sources they used for information; various snitches and rumor mills.
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