“Faster than a speeding bullet--Superman, Jr. escaped from the sure grasp of the cowardly kidnappers!”
“‘Cowardly’ kidnappers?” Jack protested. “Twitchy, you’re talking about us!”
“More powerful than a locomotive—Superman, Jr. knocked out the two bumbling bandits first by leaping over the bed in a single bound, spinning in midair, and kicking out, connecting with the gang leader’s eye. And then, by doing a—uh, what did he do next, Jack?”
“He did five handsprings, and landed feet first in your soft gut!”
“Aw, Jack, that’s not nice. There’s no need to poke fun at my weight. You know that I’ve been dieting—”
“All right!” Jack cried. “I’m sorry! Okay?! It’s not fair! No one—no one told me that the kid could do—that stuff.”
“And, thus Superman, Jr. foiled the vile kidnappers’ dastardly plans, making the world safe for, uh, kids again!”
Jack put his head in his hands. “Why me?”
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