The Bandit Attack!
Or… Attracting A Hero
It was a peaceful night in the city of Bumblyburg. The full moon looked like a big pearl, and the stars looked like… well, diamonds. There were also storm clouds, looking as though they were waiting for the perfect moment to cover up the heavens and start a storm. A dark, thin figure hid in the shadows of the Bumblyburg alleyways, waiting for the perfect moment to strike something.
The moment the clouds hid the moon, the dark figure made his move. He darted to the Bumblyburg Jewelry Store, using his hammer to break the huge display window. After breaking the window without setting off any alarms, he pulled out a black bag to hold the jewelry. He scooped it all in, one by one.
When he finished, he started to run off, but stopped after a few seconds. What was the use of being a supervillain without having a superhero to fight? He realized that if the jewelry store's alarm went off, not just the police would show up, but, hopefully, someone who would not be able to stand by in all the chaos anymore. He threw his hammer in the store (he had many more at his home), breaking the laser beams and setting off the alarm. The moment it went off is when he took off running. When he went back into the alleyways, the clouds completely covered up the sky and a thunderstorm with a moderately large breeze began.
The police car alarms sounded as they drove through the streets. They reached the jewelry store in no time and started to look for clues. The policemen mostly talked about the robbery, but a Scottish carrot policeman, Officer Scooter, said one sentence that none could disagree with: "I wish Bumblyburg had some sort of superhero to protect Bumblyburg with us."
While the policemen investigated, Larry, a multimillionaire cucumber with one tooth, who had heard the officer, stood at a distance, watching. He sighed sadly and continued to watch the investigation until the raindrops that fell on him started to make him too cold and wet. He opened his umbrella, but it blew away in the wind. Larry had tried to catch up to other umbrellas that had blown away dozens of times before, never to do so with any of them. Leaving another one of his many lost umbrellas behind, he ran towards his home as fast as he could.
When he reached his home (a mansion on a hill overlooking the city), he was soaked. Not that it mattered - he was starting to get used to it. He sighed before saying in a high pitched voice with a lisp, "I agree with that policeman. It sure would be cool to have a superhero to protect Bumblyburg."
He grabbed a warm blanket and snuggled into his easy chair in front of the fireplace. He didn't even bother to light a fire because the wood was too wet from the rain. Instead, he snuggled into the blanket, trying to warm up. As he shivered from the cold, he started to wonder: "Who would make good superhero material?"