Ohayo Tokyo! Konnichi wa London! Konban wa New York! CJzilla here with another chapter. In this update you will see how wrong things can go. Enjoy. I take a lot of inspiration for the titles of my chapters from the Once Upon a Time in Mexico soundtrack and Carlos Santana's masterpieces.

As I flatten this city, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! Love on me... Hate on me... I don't care.

KingOfTheLab: Thanks. Mmm... La Cortina and the phantom... I'm not talking. You'll have to read on to find out!

acosta perez jose ramiro: I apply myself to strict standards and I will strive to keep on writing excellente work! I like to keep true to the show and I like writing fighting scenes! In this chapter, you will see how Dr. Chipotle Jr. will react.

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Chapter 4

Miracle City Shootout

Morning was a welcomed sight after such a sour night. Manny hardly slept, the image of Dr. Chipotle Sr.'s pale eyes and ghastly expression stuck inside his brain like a bad song. It was horrible and he couldn't help but feel a little bit responsible for the scientist's condition. El Tigre was just a short distance away and whatever did that to Chipotle could have been stopped if Manny was fast enough. But when the guilt eased an icy fear gripped the thirteen-year-old's spine. Whoever or whatever took out the supervillain doctor was a few yards away from him. The teen could have suffered the same fate as Dr. Chipotle Sr., so why didn't he?

Hopping out of bed with a stale taste in his mouth, Manny walked into the kitchen looking like a sleepless zombie. His brown eyes came to his father, Rodolfo leaning on a countertop, greedily reading the newspaper.

"Buenos días, papi." The teen was happy to see his beloved father. Rodolfo shrieked like a woman, jumping at his son's voice and dropped the paper.

The newspaper glided to Manny's feet and the thirteen-year-old caught the headlines.

"Oh! Oh, Manny. You scared me, hijo." Rodolfo held his chest, sure that his heart had jumped out of his ribcage and was on the floor somewhere. Then he saw the look on his son's face as he read the headlines. "Mihijo, I-"

""Dr. Chipotle Sr. mysteriously ill after fight with White Pantera and El Tigre"?!" Manny read the headlines out loud. The teen grasped the newspaper angrily. "Dad! They're blaming us for Dr. Tabasco's brain-dead condition!"

"I-I know, Manny." Rodolfo stood from leaning on the countertop and walked over to his son. The more Manny read of the headlines, the more he grew angrier.

"But WE didn't DO anything!" The teen growled, clearly still upset from last night's incident. "I FOUND the nutty scientist! I didn't DO anything!"

Rodolfo knelt next to his son and put a hand on Manny's shoulder. The teen looked up at his father with angry eyes. Rodolfo saw that his son was blaming himself for not being able to prevent Dr. Chipotle Sr.'s… incapacitation.

"Oh, mihijo. As a superhero there are certain things you can prevent and there are others that you cannot." The superhero father hugged his son tightly. Rodolfo sighed. "You and I know what happened last night, but we don't know who or what did this horrible thing."

Rodolfo released his son and looked him in the eye.

"But we will catch whoever or whatever did this and clear our name." The superhero father reassured. "We will not let this stand. We are Riveras! Our family name will not be tainted!"

Manny gave a weak smile.

"There's the son I know." Rodolfo smiled back. "Now do not let this interfere with your day. I will investigate what happened last night. Who knows, by the time you get home from school today, I will have solved this mystery!"

The thirteen-year-old boy nodded, but he knew, it was going to be a loooong day.

Three o'clock rolled around and it couldn't have come sooner for Manny Rivera. School was hard. Kids ridiculed him over Dr. Chipotle Sr.'s condition, following the blame the newspaper and news-stations pinned on his family. It rubbed the thirteen-year-old the wrong way, but there was nothing he could do. All he could be grateful for was his best friend Frida, sticking by his side unconditionally.

Frida and Manny exited the school looking haggard from all the teasing, the young Rivera especially. The walk home from school was unusually silent, but in Miracle City, nothing stays quiet for long.

"Dude… I'm really sorry about what happened last night." Frida broke the silence. Manny looked up at his friend.

"I don't understand what could have done that to Dr. Hot Sauce." The boy returned, looking up at the sky. "I never saw anything like that before."

"Was it Sartana of the Dead?" Frida offered. Manny shook his head.

"No and why would the bone hag take out that loco scientist? She has thousands of skeleton banditos and even if she did, why wasn't Dr. Ancho turned into a skeleton?" Nothing was making sense. Manny chewed on his bottom lip. "But it's just my luck that the city would blame mi familia. I was just there, I didn't see anything and I don't know how it happened! My dad and I are innocent!"

"I totally believe you, Manny. El Tigre and White Pantera would never do something so horrible!" The blue-haired girl returned. Manny gritted his teeth as he tightened his grip on the straps of his backpack.

"When I get my hands on the filthy porqueria who did this, I'm going to-!" But he was cut short when someone dropped from the sky, literally. Jumping before the two teens was Alejandra Marengo, though she was in her La Cortina form.

Manny and Frida jumped five feet into the air. The woman smiled kindly at them before her inky black costume retreated. Alejandra's human form was revealed.

"Hola!" She beamed happily as she clasped her hands together excitedly. "Sorry for the surprise. I was just-…"

Then she noticed the unusual seriousness on the teens' faces.

"Ninõs, what's wrong?" Alejandra cocked her head at the two gloomy kids. Then she giggled. "You two look like something horrible happened."

Manny narrowed his eyes at the woman.

"Do you live in under a rock?" The teen harshly questioned. The woman was taken aback. "Didn't you see the headlines? Miracle City blames me and my father for what happened to Dr. Habanera last night!"

Alejandra blinked.

"So? The villain was stopped and White Pantera and his hijo got the credit." She shrugged. "Who cares what happens to that anitpático dirt bag?"

Manny huffed.

"Yeah, the nutty scientist was stopped, but not the way my father and I would have stopped him." The teen growled, thinking back at the inhumane way Dr. Chipotle Sr. was incapacitated. "Mi papa and I have honor. We would never do something so horroroso to stop a bad guy! And now we have to clear our name!"

The thirteen-year-old shoved past the woman and stomped down the sidewalk.

"Manny's had a bad day. Uh… sorry and see you later, Alejandra!" Frida gave a nervous smile before darting after her friend. Alejandra was left alone.

The woman stood there watching the son of her idol sulk down the street, clearly upset about the headlines and the stain his family's name had received. Alejandra then grabbed a lock of her chocolate hair and nervously stroked it.

What was the big deal? White Pantera and El Tigre got the credit for taking down a super-criminal. That crazy scientist was a menace to society. Who cares HOW he was taken out? He was no longer on the streets, everyone should be happy, right?

If the son of White Pantera felt this way, White Pantera would feel the same. Hugging herself, Alejandra frowned as her costume began moving over her body again. Crawling, the alien cloth held to her face as it covered her entire body. Again she became La Cortina. The super-heroine stood on the sidewalk, mulling over her dilemma.

Then in a puff of black smoke, La Cortina teleported to another location.

Later that evening, just as the sunset had faded, El Tigre and White Pantera were out, trying to catch what attacked Dr. Chipotle Sr.

Perched on a high building top, the father and son superhero duo kept a close eye on the city. Manny was angry and even Rodolfo felt a little nip of rile over this whole thing. So far, nothing was making sense, there was no evidence and Dr. Chipotle Sr. was still just a characterless vegetable.

"This is nuts." El Tigre growled, crouched next to his father, anger bubbling inside of him. His claws dug into the rooftop, showing his fury. "We have nothing! Nothing to clear the family name!"

White Pantera sighed and nodded.

"I know, mihijo. But whatever attacked Chipotle will show again and we will be ready." The superhero glanced over Miracle City again. "Let's go to the streets, Manny. Maybe we will have better luck down there."

Nodding, the two supers stood.

Racing along the rooftops, gliding over window ceils and bouncing over fire-escapes, the two Rivera superheroes moved toward the streets below. As they flew along the rooftops, both heard a siren. In the middle of Miracle City this was no strange sound, but that was no ordinary siren. It was a security alarm coming from a near by building. White Pantera and El Tigre stopped dead and craned their heads around to the sound of the commotion.

Manny and Rodolfo scrambled to a rooftop, their eyes fixed on the building resonating with the alarm bell. Then they saw them. The Moustache Mafia exiting an art museum's front door. White Pantera and El Tigre growled.

"Dad, permission to beat the candy out of the Moustache Mafia?" Manny questioned, seeing a way to vent all of his anger. Concern surfaced on Rodolfo's face.

"Son, our name has all ready been tainted. Please, use good judgment." White Pantera returned. El Tigre gave him an unconcerned stare and Rodolfo rolled his eyes. "Yes. Go ahead, beat the candy out of the criminals."

"ALL RIGHT!" Manny cheered.

He darted down the row of buildings until he came to traffic lights. Jumping off of the building, El Tigre landed on the light pole and jumped across to the other set of traffic lights. Bounding to an adjacent fire escape and dropping to the street, it was a straight shot to the Moustache Mafia.

"Oye Moustache Mafia!" The thirteen-year-old boy called out. The three lackeys and leader of the facial hair-based gang craned around.

"Holy cow! It's El Tigre! The supervillain killer!" The shortest of the lackeys cowered. Manny gritted his teeth and clinched his fists tight.

"I'm no killer!" The teen superhero pulled on his ears. "Me and my dad were framed!"

"And speaking of framing… Let's make a picture-perfect fight outta this." The leader of the Moustache Mafia, Don Baffi, gave the teen hero a wily grin. But at their leader's subtle suggestion, the moustache minions did nothing. "HEY! QUIT YOUR SNIVELING AND TOSS SOME FINE ART AT EL TIGRE!"

Don Baffi's eye twitched as his henchmen finally got with the program. The three men used their mobile moustaches to grab onto some of their artsy score. Snatching high-priced painting from inside a potato sack, the Moustache Mafia began hurling art at the teenager. Frankly not caring about the priceless works of art, Manny exposed his metal claws. With a slice, the art cut like butter and deflected.

"Is that all you got?" El Tigre jeered. Then there was a gasp right beside him and Manny knew exactly who it was.

White Pantera, using his super speed, had caught up to his son and was absolutely horrified that Manny was slicing up artwork.

"Holy hair wax! It's White Pantera! The OTHER supervillain killer!" The members, save one, of the Moustache Mafia were freaking out.

"I am no killer. What happened to Dr. Chipotle Sr. was not our doing." White Pantera puffed out his chest proudly. "For, we have honor!"

The Moustache Mafia glanced at each other. But the superhero father wasn't done. He spun to his son and threw his hands in the air.

"Manny! That's artwork! Someone created it and you're destroying it!" White Pantera scolded his son. El Tigre rolled his eyes. "I forbid you to harm anymore artwork!"

Even though most of the artwork was going to be destroyed anyway, Manny conceded to his father.

"Yes, papa." He returned very unenthusiastically.

Don Baffi sighed impatiently, his hand folded neatly on his lap.

"It's nice to see such cooperation between two supervillain killers." The wheel-chair relegated crime boss commented. Manny glared down the elderly man.

"We are NOT KILLERS!" El Tigre let out a tiger roar and charged at the Moustache Mafia. The moustached men froze for a second before they dodged the angry teen super.

Don Baffi uncurled his neatly groomed moustache. The hair moved and formed four legs and lifted the crippled man from his wheel chair.

"If you want a fight, you've messed with the right gang." The elderly man growled as he towered over the boy hero.

"Well, I sure hope you didn't think we were here to watch you get away!" White Pantera commented with a bright smile. Don Baffi gave the superhero a long stare.

"Are you sure you're related to that man?" The Moustache Mafia boss questioned El Tigre as he threw his thumb at White Pantera. El Tigre shrugged.

"My birth certificate says so." Manny responded before taking a fighting stance. "Prepare for a trim Don Baffi!"

The thought of the pretentious little hero giving his glorious moustache a trim infuriated Don Baffi.

"Boys! You take White Pantera; this little headache's mine." The criminal hissed. Don Baffi's moustache took a fighting stance. "Things are about to get hairy!"

After shooting out that pun, Don Baffi lashed out with his perfect and full white moustache. El Tigre juked to the side and the facial hair breezed beside him. The thirteen-year-old knew the old man's impeccable lip hair was impervious to his El Tigre claws. There had to be another way. Manny had to think on his feet.

Don Baffi flexed his moustache and it wrapped around Manny's ankle. The young super's feet were pulled out from under him. El Tigre was on his back and he saw Don Baffi move over him via his moustache "legs". Frantically and desperately Manny swiped at the hair, trying to slice himself free. No good. Don Baffi's facial hair was too powerful!

"It's been a scream and I will thoroughly enjoy making a pizza out of your face." The elderly man commanded his moustache into an anvil and raised it over Manny's head. The thirteen-year-old squirmed and struggled to get free.

A cry to his father died in his mouth as he saw Don Baffi's hairy anvil began to fall for his head. And just when Manny thought it was curtains, a large laser blast came from the far left and incinerated Don Baffi's moustache. The elderly man blinked in disbelief as his moustache anvil was reduced to ash. El Tigre saw his chance to be free. Rolling to his feet, part of Don Baffi's moustache still attached to his ankle, the teen super darted under the man's hairy "legs". In a few lightning fast moves, Don Baffi's facial hair was tangled and made the super-criminal immobile. The super-moustached villain fell to the asphalt, wrapped in a tangled mess of facial hair.

El Tigre breathed a sigh of relief. He'd be a chunky paste if it wasn't for that rough laser blast… Laser blast?!

"EL TIGRE!" Came an infuriated scream from down the street. It was high-pitched and slightly girlish... almost like a little kid's.

Spinning and looking past White Pantera and the rest of the Moustache Mafia in a ball of fists and facial hair, Manny spotted who was addressing him. It was little Dr. Diego Chipotle Jr., son of Dr. Chipotle Sr.! The ten-year-old kid with wild brown hair, a metal left arm, robotic right eye and laboratory smock looked exactly like his father. In El Tigre's opinion, the pint-sized scientist could be more dangerous than his nutty father. But something was wrong with the little scientist. El Tigre came to this conclusion when the ten-year-old flipped a parked car with a flex of his robotic arm.

"You sorry excuse for a hero!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. blasted into the night air. Then his arm suddenly transformed into a laser cannon. "YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY PAPA!"

The little kid fired his powerful laser cannon. Manny had just enough time to scramble for cover. Laser blasts peppered the ground around the thirteen-year-old boy's feet as he dashed for a building. Ducking behind the brick building, the teen super heard Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s laser beams hit and quiver the entire building. Manny gulped. He'd be as mad as the little scientist if someone had harmed his father.

"COME OUT AND FIGHT YOU FURRY DIRT BAG!!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. roared. El Tigre gulped.

Like heck he'd go out there! The teen super would get blasted to bits by an embittered ten-year-old scientist. Manny had to make the little kid see that he didn't touch Dr. Chipotle Sr.

"Hey! Dr. Poblano Jr.! I-!" El Tigre shouted at the ten-year-old. But in typical fashion, he was cut off.

"CHIPOTLE! CHIPOTLE! CHIPOTLECHIPOTLECHIPOLTE! CHIPOTLE!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. screamed. "And I'll CUT MY NAME INTO YOUR CORPSE!"

Manny shuddered as he peeked around the building's wall.

"I'm sensing some hostility. Why don't you just take a few breaths and a walk an-?" A laser blast seared over his head, parting his hair and nearly torching his mask. Dr. Chipotle Jr. stomped toward El Tigre.

As the ten-year-old neared Manny could tell the child had been crying, pretty hard too.

"Hold on!" El Tigre took a step out from behind the brick wall. Dr. Chipotle Jr. looked ready to explode, so Manny got in what would probably be his last words. "I didn't do anything to your dad! I was chasing him, he disappeared for two seconds and I found him like that!"

The small scientist's good eye twitched yet quivered with tears.

"Why? Why did you do that to mi papi? We've never tried to kill you or your father!" That got the ten-year-old a funny look from El Tigre. El Tigre cleared his throat.

"I disagree." Don Baffi interrupted the small scientist. "I've seen you try to destroy El Tigre and White Pantera hundreds of times."

The moustache marvel promptly zipped his lips when he got a venom glare from the ten-year-old. Dr. Chipotle Jr. aimed his laser at the criminal and threatened to blow him into tomorrow. El Tigre caught the kid's attention before he could snub Don Baffi.

"Well, not to take advantage of you on the rebound but-… YES! Yes you have tried to KILL ME AND MY DAD! Though, you never succeeded… But you have given us some cheap laughs at your efforts!" Manny gave the upset ten-year-old a nervous smile. "And I didn't do anything to your papa! ANYTHING!"

Dr. Chipotle Jr. sniffled, holding back another wave of tears.

"Save it, El Tigre." The ten-year-old hissed. He then moved his robotic arm in front of his face. "You will pay."

The little kid punched a button on his wrist. Seconds after, the ground shook; another monster was on the horizon. El Tigre's jaw dropped to the ground when he saw a giant guacamole monster trudging over buildings toward them. Jerking his eyes to the ten-year-old scientist, Manny was taken aback at the sinister look on Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s face. The ten-year-old glared at the teen super through the tops of angry, grieving eyes.

"My guacamole monster will take out your father, just as you have taken mine!" A single tear, full of pain fell from Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s eye. Manny gulped and tried to reason with the child.

"No! Uh-… Oh, what was his name? …Diego! Yeah! Don't do this Diego! My dad's innocent!" El Tigre pleaded as he saw the mutant avocado monster move closer. The ten-year-old gritted his teeth.

"So was mine." Dr. Chipotle Jr. pressed a button on his wrist. Manny watched as the monster stopped.

At that moment White Pantera launched the three minions of the Moustache Mafia into a dumpster. Panting, trying to catch his breath, the superhero father didn't see the guacamole monster raise an acidic fist above his head.

"PAPA!" Manny screamed. White Pantera glanced up and saw the look of terror on his son's face.

Following Manny's eyes, Rodolfo looked up. He saw the guacamole monster and its fist flying toward him. There was no way he could dodge it in time.

Manny could only watch his father's future unfold in front of him. He thought for sure he'd be going through the rest of his life without Rodolfo there with him.

But just as the monster's fist was inches above White Pantera's head, some dark shape shot out from the city's shadows and tackled the hero, saving his life. The monster's acidic fist slammed onto the empty pavement. The guacamole monster grunted in surprise as its beady mutant eyes came to White Pantera and what looked like a living shadow on top of him.

Stunned, Rodolfo lie on the sidewalk where he landed, looking at what looked like a silhouette of solid night on top of him.

"What the-?" Was all that popped out of the superhero's mouth. The living shadow had purple eyes and a ghostly appearance, moving like a wind-blown curtain.

The shadow grabbed hold of his suit jacket and yanked him out of the way as the guacamole monster attempted to crush him. Rushing out of range of the mutant dip monster, the shadow dropped White Pantera next to El Tigre. The living silhouette with purple eyes spun toward the guacamole monster, fists clenched and ready to strike. Then something else caught the shadow's eyes.

Three men, specifically the Moustache Mafia, were climbing out of the alleyway dumpster White Pantera had slammed them into. The shadow's attention was no longer on the towering mutant monster but on those small criminals.

Moving quickly, the living shadow rushed the three men and tackled all three. The shadow phantom and criminals disappeared into the shadows of the dark alleyway. There was the sound of blows landing and then… nothing.

White Pantera, El Tigre, Dr. Chipotle Jr. and the guacamole monster were all stunned. But the vengeful ten-year-old broke the silence.

"I don't care if you two have help! YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE THE MORNING!" Yep, Dr. Chipotle Jr. was still mad. Punching another button on his robotic wrist, the ten-year-old boy commanded his mutant guacamole monster to attack the Riveras.

The two superheroes gasped as the monster jumped toward them. Both barely had time to dodge the monster as it slammed its fists on the pavement where they were standing seconds before. Falling to a not-so-graceful-landing, Manny jumped to his feet. The guacamole monster wasn't focusing on him, it was attacking White Pantera. A horrified gasp died in El Tigre's throat. This had to stop!

The thirteen-year-old super bounded over to Dr. Chipotle Jr. and grabbed his robotic wrist. Both children struggled because both were evenly matched. El Tigre was powerful but with his long and multi-functional robotic arm, Dr. Chipotle Jr. was putting up a good fight. As the two floundered around, trying to subdue the latter, they were slamming buttons on Chipotle Jr.'s wrist controls. The guacamole monster twitched, new commands flooding into its delicious mind. It proceeded to dance the Disco Duck. Unfortunately the monster was still programmed to attack White Pantera and dancing didn't stop it from trying to crush the superhero. It was attacking in style!

"Stop Diego! You're going to hurt him!" Manny was referring to his father. With a flex of his robotic arm, Dr. Chipotle Jr. yanked El Tigre from his feet and slammed him into the pavement.

"That's the whole point, you BIG JERK! I will do to your father just as you've done to mine!" The ten-year-old hissed. Chipotle Jr.'s robotic palm opened up and the laser cannon hummed. "And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

El Tigre felt the heat from the laser blast that was about to cut a hole right through him. But glancing over to his father battling the dancing mutant guacamole monster, Manny wished this whole nightmare to end.

R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!