A/N: I stumbled across these in some kind of magic book. I thought I would copy them down for you! Accuse me of plagiarism, and I will use my (INSERT POP CULTURE REFERENCE HERE- Ghost Writer) to destroy you!

Uh...What?!: Fairy Tales (We Think): Episode 1- Little Red- AGH, what IS that?

The wolf prowled and prowled. You see, he was hungry. Oh, so, morbidly hungry…. What should he feast on? A pair of foolish children in search of candy? A human? Other animals? Himself? Just as the wolf was considering putting salt on his forearm, he noticed a little figure in the woods.

It was shuffling around, occasionally pausing to sniff some flowers, but always remaining steadily on the path. The wolf sniffed, drooled, and began to plot. The figure was most likely a child, and children make the best meals. They taste like gumdrops and elves! The best part was that they screamed when you first sank your teeth into their pulsing-

"Hello?" The figure had bumbled straight into the wolf. Its voice sounded odd. Not young enough to be a child, but strangely gravely. Could it be a teen? He hoped not! They're the worst to eat, all that rock music! It's the rage of the beast, and the wolf wanted to be the only beast in the woods! Competition breeds anger…

"Uh, hello?" The voice had piped up again. "Who are you, sir?"

The wolf looked around before realizing that it was referring to him. "Oh, hello, dear- sir- figure. I am a wolf. You smell delicious. Would you mind taking off that cloak? It appears that you have...ah, a food crumb on it. You know what they say! Food drops in the woods, get eaten by a woodchuck!"

The figure cocked its head. "A...woodchuck?"

The wolf nodded. "Yes, my friend. A woodchuck."

Suddenly, the figure tore its hood off to reveal Superman! He shoved our villainous protagonist up against a tree!

"OR A WOLF!" he yelled. "I knew that creepily masquerading as a young child would lead me to those talking predators that Luthor engineered! PREPARE TO BE BEATEN DOWWWWWN!"

And, as Superman beat the wolf-human to a bloody pulp, which is quite out of character for him, Batman lay in wait, in a cabin, dressed up in a grandma costume.

"Come on, wolf!" He rasped. "Get in here, so I can turn the tables of disguise on you! Ha, I'm good at metaphors. METAPHOR BATMAN!" He waited. And waited. And waited. After eleven hours had passed, he looked up and screamed. "CLAAAARRRKKKK!"

THE END

A/N: Were you expecting that? I hope you liked it. Have an excellent day! Read and review, if you please!