Psycho Bunny&The Flail encounter the Poptart Princess.


A young woman sat on the couch reading. She yawned slightly then jumped as the phone rang. She answered with a sigh.
“Hello?”
“Get dressed! There’s a poptart thief on the loose!!”
“Poptart thief?”
“Yes! Someone’s stealing poptarts right out of people’s kitchens!! Get your superhero stuff and let’s go!!!!!”
“Aye aye captain!!” she hung up and dashed down the hall to her room. A moment later she ran from her room dressed in a black sleeveless top with “EEE!” written in big yellow letters on the front. She wore dark navy blue jeans and brightly coloured ‘skater’ shoes. She had bright pink hair that stuck up everywhere. A knock sounded at the door. She galloped to the door and opened it, faced by another young woman wearing black jeans, a bright two toned pink sleeveless shirt and two toned pink bunny ears. Her outfit clashed with her bright blue hair.
“How’d you get here so fast?!” the first girl asked in a powerful superhero voice.
“I ran!!” the 2nd girl answered, pointing at the door across the hallway.
“Good thinking Psycho Bunny!”
“I know, Flail!” she struck a pose, as did The Flail. After a moment of superhero posing, both girls raised their right arms in the air.
“There’s evil afoot!” The Flail called. Psycho Bunny lifted her right foot and grabbed the fluffy pink handcuffs from her belt. She handcuffed her toes.
“AHA!! So, you’re the poptart stealer, huh? I’ve got you now evil foot!”
“Who knew?” The Flail remarked. “The evil was right under our noses the whole time!” she bent down and tapped Psycho Bunny’s big toe. “You thought you could outwit us, eh?”
Psycho Bunny grinned proudly.
“Job well done, Flail! Another case wrapped in Christmas paper!”
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! You fools! Now, I’m most powerful!! I have your poptarts!!” a melodic, chime like voice called from Psycho Bunny’s apartment. Both superheroes looked up.
“Blast! We’ve been foiled!” The Flail exclaimed.
“By none other than our arch nemesis, the Poptart Princess!”
“Yes! And soon, I will have collected all the world’s supply of poptarts! BWAHAHAHA!”
Psycho Bunny took a step and tripped over her own handcuffed foot, sending herself sprawling face first on the floor.
“Go on, Flail!! You must defeat the Poptart Princess without me!!”
“No! I can’t!!”
Psycho Bunny grabbed The Flail’s black sleeveless top and pulled her down.
“You have to!!” she demanded. The Flail shrugged and straightened up.
“Okay, if I have to!” she turned and ran two steps powerfully out the door and began flailing her arms crazily. Poptart Princess gasped. Psycho Bunny fought with her handcuffed toes. The Flail walked closer to the Poptart Princess. Again, she gasped. Again, Psycho Bunny fought with her assumingly evil toes.
“Oh no!!” cried Poptart Princess after a moment. “Not the Flying Foe Flail!!” she screamed and dropped her bag of stolen poptarts before being swept up into the air by a raging tornado. She screamed and was blown away. The Flail grinned proudly as Psycho Bunny stood and looked down at her foot.
“After intense questioning and a lengthy battle, I have determined that you are no longer a threat! You are free to go!” She smiled proudly and looked at her sidekick. “Job well done, Flail! Job well done!”
They high-fived then proceeded to return all the stolen poptarts.

The Adventures of Psycho Bunny and The Flail.