Ohayho everyone! CJzilla here with another update! In this chapter, the contest is really heated. El Oso and El Mal Verde are in Zoe and Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s crosshairs. But their greatest weakness may be each other. Enjoy.

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! I work hard on my character interactions. The next chapter will be up tomorrow!

Anyminuetnow: Rubber duckies are always IN with villains! And here's a spoiler on the next chapter... There's gonna be a kiss.

acosta perez jose ramiro: Ah... the first date between villains; always a crowd pleaser. Zoe has no other option but to win. Then her mother would be silenced and she'd prove that she does take villainy seriously!

ViperSwan: You know... I don't think Dr. Chipotle Jr. took baths into consideration when he was fitted for that metal arm... Robotics and water don't mix.


Chapter 9

Step by Step

Morning came suddenly, catching Dr. Chipotle Jr. off guard. The pint-sized scientist awoke with ease but a heavy feeling of dread. He was always an early riser though he had a funny feeling it wasn't as early as usual. Still groggy, the ten-year-old turned in his bed and his movement made the Moustache Mafia's slumbering moustaches whine in complaint. Taking Don Baffi's moustache off of his forehead and sweeping his crazy brown hair out of his eyes, Dr. Chipotle Jr. looked past his picture of Frida Suárez on his bed-side table and eyed the alarm clock. As he blinked the blurry images of sleep out of his eyes, he saw the glowing numbers. 9… 30 a.m.

"Santa Sanchez!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. scrambled out of bed, knocking the sleeping facial hair off of his comforter. Growling loudly into the air, the ten-year-old clamored for his smock, pants and boots and nearly shredded his chips and salsa-themed pajamas off of his body.

By this time Black Cuervo has gotten a HUGE head-start on their little bet! For all he knew, she could be sitting on a BIG pile of plunder and making headlines by now!

"Guacamole monster! WHY DID YOU NOT WAKE DR.-!" Then it dawned on him as he hopped around his room, one leg inside his brown pants; his last guacamole monster blew up. "Oh yeah. I haven't made a new guacamole monster yet…"

As the groggy moustaches crawled out from under the heap of blankets, they watched their mini master fumble around with his clothes. Peeling off his pajamas as he hopped up the stairs of his room, he left the clothes where he shed them. Dr. Chipotle Jr. finally buttoned his smock and was pulling a boot over his left foot when he bounced into the kitchen. Dr. Chipotle Sr. was at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking his second cup of coffee. As soon as the man heard his son stumble into the kitchen, he turned at watched the sight.

Making his way over to the refrigerator, Dr. Chipotle Jr. grabbed a carton of orange juice before slamming a tortilla into the toaster oven.

"Buenos dias, papa!" The ten-year-old finally got his foot inside his shoe as he plopped down on a chair.

"Buenos dias, mi hijo." The mad scientist returned, eyebrow cocked as he watched his son scramble to get dressed. Glancing down at the newspaper, Dr. Chipotle Sr. popped his lips. "So, Diego… You had a busy day yesterday, no?"

The pint-sized scientist shoved his other shoe on his other foot.

"Sí but Dr. Chipotle Jr. can't talk now, father!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. rushed, tying his brown boots. "Dr. Chipotle Jr. only requires a glass of OJ and tortilla before I leave for more vengeance!"

Dr. Chipotle Sr. nodded slowly, not that his son saw that, and looked back at the headlines. Dr. Chipotle Jr. guzzled the carton of orange juice and wiped his face with his sleeve just as the toaster oven yielded toasted tortillas. Snatching the flat bread, the ten-year-old raced for the door.

"Adios, papa!" The pint-sized mad scientist waved at his father, tortilla in his mouth as he held the door open. "Dr. Chipotle Jr. will be gone all day. I will see you in the afternoon! Bye!"

The boy slammed the door, gone for the day. A lump of concern formed in the pit of the Dr. Chipotle Sr.'s stomach as he glanced down at the morning paper. The newspaper was full of news that Dr. Chipotle Sr. was sure Diego was involved in. The Moustache Mafia was behind bars and moustache-less, General Chapuza was thwarted in a robbery at a middle school and finally the Jeweled Mule of Maya was stolen from a local art museum last night. The supervillains of Miracle City were not people to take lightly and he'd hate to see something happen to his precious only son.

Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt his chest tighten and his legs go to jelly. No, Black Cuervo wasn't the reason for his sudden loss of breath and sweaty hands; the ten-year-old was walking the streets of Calavera. This was the most physical thing he'd done in a while and now that he didn't have a guacamole monster to rely on for transportation, Dr. Chipotle Jr. was stuck walking. Considering the majority of the trek was by bus, walking around the dusty streets of the infamous criminal haven instead of the several mile walk to get here wasn't such a bad thing. Calavera definitely had that villainous-gutter vibe about it, pretty much represented by the occasional human skull lying casually in the street, perfect for harboring supervillains.

Dr. Chipotle Jr. was on the prowl. El Oso was next onto the ten-year-old's chopping block. The hairy thug called Calavera home yet he hadn't seen head or fur tail of his next supervillain victim. Turning a corner, the mini mad scientist was beginning to get annoyed that he couldn't even find the dimwitted criminal but then he spotted a cave in the shape of a bear in the middle of the city.

"Ha! Too easy." Dr. Chipotle Jr. smiled evilly as he eyed El Oso's home. The ten-year-old boy began walking across the street to the bear cave.

Coming to the cave in the middle of a city street, the pint-sized scientist glanced over the "house". Man… El Oso certainly likes bears. Wasn't it rumored that the thug was raised by bears? Whatever, he's still going down. Bringing out his laser blaster from his metal arm, the ten-year-old aimed and shot El Oso's mailbox to shrapnel.

"El Oso! Come out of your STUPID CASA!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. yelled into the cave. "Dr. Chipotle Jr. will make a rug out of your sorry-!"

Then something suddenly hit him from his high left. In an instant, the ten-year-old scientist was on his back. Opening his eyes, Dr. Chipotle Jr. instinctively sat up. He was unhurt save for the vertigo from getting knocked to the ground so fast. Then he found out that his movement was hindered by some sort of yellow viscous matter.

"What the-…?" The mini villain questioned out loud, wiping his face and head as blobs of the yellow slime dripped slowly to the ground. Then he heard the laugh of his attacker.

"Buenos dias, short-stuff!" It was Black Cuervo. The thirteen-year-old villainess was perched on a building-top across the street.

Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s blood boiled as he got to his feet.

"Cuervo! You-!" Then he slipped on the yellow slime. Staring at the sky, the ten-year-old felt his face heat with anger and because how fast she put him on his back. "YOU HARPY!"

From across the street, Zoë giggled as she watched the boy struggle to get back onto his feet. He was SO cute when he was angry. The honey helped annoy him.

"Chu is lookin' so sweet dis morning, azúcar!" The girl poked fun at the fact that Dr. Chipotle Jr. was covered in honey with not-so-subtle flirting.

Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt his face get much, much redder and he was thankful for the distance between him and Black Cuervo; maybe she didn't see his skin go beet red. So he masked his flustered moment by angrily shaking his fist at her.

"Dr. Chipotle Jr. is IMMUNE to your sweet talk, Cuervo!" He hollered back. Oh, HE LIES! "And shouldn't you be in school?!"

He heard Black Cuervo giggle.

"And miss out on a honey-covered chipotle, Chipotle? Not likely!" She rested her chin across laced fingers.

So this yellow slime was honey? Which brings up the next question.

"What's with the miel, harpy?!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. spun toward the girl and glared at her. Just taking a bath the night before, the boy wasn't looking forward to another one.

Zoë couldn't wipe that smile off of her face.

"Why, chu are going to help me get my next premio, of course!" She called down at him like he was stupid. Dr. Chipotle Jr. gritted his teeth.

"NO… WAY!" He swiped the air with his metal hand. Then he pointed at her. "This is a competition, Cuervo! One that Dr. Chipotle Jr. will NEVER help you win! SO THERE!"

He folded his sticky arms and continued to glare at the thirteen-year-old girl. To his little rant, Black Cuervo giggled at him.

"Chu're helping right now, Chipotle." She stood from leaning. She twirled her finger. "Turn around."

In that same second, Dr. Chipotle Jr. heard heavy breathing from behind him. Whirling around the ten-year-old scientist was face to face with a bear. If he wasn't mistaken, this animal was El Osito, El Oso's "twin brother". Oh… that's what the honey was for. Dr. Chipotle Jr. had a second to think about this as the bear jumped on him and pinned his arms to the ground.

"AAAAAH! GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!" The boy screamed as the bear began licking the sweet goo off of his face.

Zoë was too buys laughing hysterically to get El Oso's "twin brother" off of the scientist. Dr. Chipotle Jr. wasn't enjoying this bear-bath. Though doing a good job of getting all the honey off of him, what would the bear do once all the honey was gone? Dr. Chipotle Jr. was sure he'd become the bear's new favorite chew toy.

"CUERVO!" The mini mad scientist shouted as the bear was sucking all the honey out of his hair. "CUERVO!"

Just as he felt the bear's jaws open and its teeth caress his forehead, he heard the roar of Black Cuervo's jet pack. Within the next second, a net was shot around the bear and it was lifted high into the air. Dr. Chipotle Jr. sat up, his wild brown hair flat with bear drool as goobers of the bear's spit steadily dripped down his neck and face. He was nearly EATEN!

"Gracias, Chipotle!" Black Cuervo called to him as she hovered in the air. She held the net in her hands as she smiled evilly at Dr. Chipotle Jr. "Sorry to break up de love-fest but I don't t'ink El Oso would have approved!"

The thirteen-year-old girl laughed loudly as El Osito gave a sad whine and pawed at the net around him, looking longingly at the honey-covered boy. Without another word, Black Cuervo soared off to Miracle City, her prize in hand.

Dr. Chipotle Jr. gave an angry roar into the air. He was sticky, he was smelly and he was used as a stoolie! He was nothing but bait for El Osito, who was now in Black Cuervo's hands! Once again, he was made a fool by that daring, malicious girl. Though most of him was consumed by anger toward the girl, a tiny, but growing part of him admired Black Cuervo's ingeniousness.

"OoooooOH! That… chica." Dr. Chipotle Jr. hissed menacingly as he stood. Fuming, the ten-year-old started on his way toward the bus stop.

Maybe by then he'd dry off.

Later that day… MUCH later that day, after a very long bus ride and scaling a mountain, Dr. Chipotle Jr. stood at the threshold of Mount Tortura. The ten-year-old glared at the menacing cave. El Mal Verde, the most vicious bandito of all time awaited him at the mountain's peak, just a hundred feet in front of him. Supers of greater size and ability cowered before El Mal Verde and facing him alone, was suicide. But Dr. Chipotle Jr. would sooner be dipped in hot tar and feathers before he'd let another prize get away from him. Growling with anger, the pint-sized villain made a fist with his hand. Black Cuervo would not win! HE would be the most feared villain in all of Miracle City and clear his father's name from here until eternity! Wading through the piles and piles of human skeletons, Dr. Chipotle Jr. made his way toward Mal Verde's lair.

El Mal Verde was inside his cave, quietly enjoying the afternoon as he read his favorite book: "101 Ways to Cook Humanos". The towering green bandito with an iron arm and mace-hand wasn't expecting dinner to come to him. Other than the mailman and the occasional unwary tourist, he hardly ever got visits and even when he heard the voice addressing him, he didn't believe it.

"MAL VERDE!" The green bandito perked his head up and glanced around his cave. Twisting a finger in his ear, Mal Verde passed it off as the wind. "Mal Verde, I BID YOUFEAR THE AWESOME WRATH OF DR. CHIPOTLE JR.!!"

Okay. Someone was in the cave with him. Looking up, Mal Verde saw the red glow too late. In a quick second something insanely hot hit his nose. Clapping his hand on his face, the monstrous bandito grunted in pain.

"Chihuahua!" Mal Verde snarled, holding his throbbing nose. "Qué-?"

"I said FEAR ME!" The voice said again. Mal Verde felt laser blasts on his arm.

The stinging blasts got the bandito on his feet. To stop the annoying onslaught of laser fire, Mal Verde swung blindly, his hand still clapped over his face. His mace landed on the floor of his cave, sending shock waves through the mountain. The laser fire stopped. Mal Verde took his hand from his face and glanced around his cave. Finally he beheld his attacker. Blinking in surprise, the giant bandito couldn't believe it.

"A niño?! A chico niño has come to harass El Mal Verde?!" He gawked. But then a foul stench got to his nose. "Ai basuar! What is that horrible hedor?!"

Mal Verde felt the two hikers he had for lunch threaten to come up. He heard the boy snarl in rage.

"Dr. Chipotle Jr. bids you to FEAR ME!" And again the boy shot his lasers at the much bigger Mal Verde. Mal Verde groaned, took his hat from his head and shielded his face from the laser fire.

"Ai. Normally Mal Verde would have eaten chu all ready but chu is too stinky!" The bandito complained, his sombrero taking most of the tiny, stinging laser blasts from the boy's laser gun. This only infuriated Dr. Chipotle Jr. more.

"It's not Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s FAULT! I was licked by a bear!" The mini mad scientist fumed, peppering the powerful Mal Verde with laser blasts. The bad green bandito blinked.

"Did chu say "Chipotle"?" He questioned.

"YES! I am Dr. Chipotle Jr., SON of Dr. Chipotle Sr.!" The boy barked back. Mal Verde suddenly started laughing and tossed his giant sombrero onto the pint-sized scientist.

Dr. Chipotle Jr. was buried under black fabric that stunk like Mal Verde, but he was angrier at the fact that the bandito was laughing at him.

"Chu is a Chipotle?! De idiot scientists who are de hazmerreírs of Miracle City?!" Mal Verde guffawed. Oh… the ten-year-old's blood was just BOILING! "I's saw de article in Villain's Quarterly. I laughed so hard! Es muy gracioso! I thank chu for de laugh niño, but now I must eat chu."

Lifting his hat off of the boy, Mal Verde reached down and snatched the ten-year-old off of his feet.

"I will get past the stench because I am hungry. It's nearly dinner time!" Bringing the boy to his face, the bandito half-expected the child to be cowering in fear. Instead, he looked like he'd just eaten the hottest chili pepper in the entire world.

"You may want to say that differently, Mal Verde." The ten-year-old boy glowered, an unnatural red glow in his eyes. "But that doesn't mean Dr. Chipotle Jr. will smear you any less painfully."

There was a pinch of fear that hit the giant green bandito as he gaped at the child. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his hand. Yelping in pain, Mal Verde dropped Dr. Chipotle Jr. As he landed on the ground, the mini mad scientist sheathed his battle axe into his robotic arm. Mal Verde saw the tiny yet painful cut on his hand and then glared at the boy.

"Insolente niño! Chu will not live long enough to regret THAT!" The bandito roared. Lifting up his gigantic mace he hurled it down at the boy.

Dr. Chipotle Jr. darted to the right and avoided being pasted, but not by much. He focused back on the giant green bandito but then a bolder the size of a television nearly hit his foot. The ten-year-old scientist then saw that Mal Verde's cave was becoming increasingly unstable. A twisted smile formed on Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s face as his metal arm transformed into his giant laser cannon.

"Oye Mal Verde! What is big, green and flat?!" He jeered as the giant bandito raised his mace for another strike. "YOU!"

The ten-year-old let a laser blast go. Clipping Mal Verde's moustache, the laser missile hit the cave wall directly behind the bandito. As it did, a huge chunk of the ceiling fell and hit Mal Verde in the head. The rest of the cave began to crumble. Dr. Chipotle Jr. turned and raced for the exit.

The pint-sized villain hit the dirt as the cave crumbled totally. Peeling himself out of the remains of Mal Verde's past skeletonized meals, Dr. Chipotle Jr. held his head. That was almost too close!

"Hola, Chipotle." He heard the voice of the current thorn in his side/angel in his heart. Looking up, his crimson eye came to Black Cuervo.

The thirteen-year-old girl was seated on a rock, casually filing her talons like she'd been there a while. The ten-year-old got up from the ground, lashed out with his robotic arm, snatched a skull from the ground and crushed it.

"Get lost, Cuervo! This is Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s score!" He snarled, pure animosity dripping from his mouth. The teen villainess set down her file and smirked at the boy.

"Aw. Dat hurts." She feigned hurt but that evil smirk was back onto her face. "I bet chu wish chu had a jet pack, huh Chipotle? Chu must be tired from climbing a mountain."

Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s lips fell into a surprised frown. How did she-? Suddenly the ground rumbled beneath their feet as Mal Verde stirred under the rubble of his cave. Spinning, the two kid villains saw Mal Verde rise from his crumbled home. The Bad Green looked angry; he was SO angry that he didn't bother monologing. Bringing his iron arm and mace above his head, the super bandito brought his weapon down. Dr. Chipotle Jr. rolled to the side again; the ground jumping with the force of Mal Verde's blow.

"Great." The ten-year-old muttered. He'd only succeeded in getting the bandito angry.

Then he heard Black Cuervo's jet pack rumble. Looking up, he saw the nutty teen fly right towards Mal Verde. The girl aimed her wrist blaster and fired a couple shots at the green giant. The bandito looked irritated if slightly unimpressed, since the flying teen was more of a pest than a threat. Lifting up his hand, Mal Verde effortlessly caught the girl between his fingers.

Zoë cursed. She gunned her engine, hoping the extra boost would get her out of Mal Verde's grasp. Nothing. Then she saw his mouth open and his jagged, marred teeth drip with slime. She was gonna get eaten! The teen yelped in surprise. Bringing Mal Verde's eye between her crosshairs, Zoë fired a single laser blast. The laser hit the giant bandito right on and he flinched.

"AI!" Mal Verde yelped in pain as he flicked the teen out of his fingers. Zoë flew high before she began speeding toward the ground.

Dr. Chipotle Jr. watched the girl fly through the air and he expected her to fire up her jet pack. But by the way her head numbly dipped to the right, he realized that she was dazed. The ten-year-old's eyes widened in surprise. Black Cuervo wasn't able to save herself from falling on the rocky ground. Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt his feet running to her. Extending his metal arm, the mini mad scientist caught Black Cuervo before she hit the rocks. Inwardly cursing, the ten-year-old scientist retracted his robot arm. He just passed up a prime opportunity to win this bet! In that same instant, the thirteen-year-old girl was in both of his arms. WHY?! Why did he hate her enough to save her?!

"Basuar!" Dr. Chipotle Jr. cursed as he gently set her to the side.

Mal Verde was still holding the eye that Black Cuervo shot her laser into.

"Annoying brats!" He choked out, rubbing his eye. Dr. Chipotle Jr. groaned.

Why didn't he stay down? Then the ten-year-old saw a huge rock precariously balancing above the green bandito. Right now, that was a welcomed distraction. Dr. Chipotle Jr. would never admit it but this was getting too intense. Aiming his laser cannon at the monstrous boulder, the ten-year-old hoped that would be enough to cream Mal Verde. He fired a single shot. The laser knocked the rock off balance and it gradually teetered toward Mal Verde. The gigantic stone came down on the towering green bandito. With a grunt of surprise, Mal Verde was instantly flattened. A wave of dust and wind swept over the area, kicking up skulls and other bones. Dr. Chipotle Jr. opened his eyes when something huge tumbled to his feet. There, covered in dirt and debris was one of Mal Verde's yellow teeth.

As the ten-year-old scientist picked up his huge and disgusting prize, Black Cuervo came to. The girl sat up.

"Whowhatwhenwherewhy?!" Zoë rattled off, her laser blaster poised to fire. Then she saw Dr. Chipotle Jr. holding one of Mal Verde's teeth and the green bandito was nowhere to be seen.

Hopping to her feet, Zoë aimed her blaster at the boy.

"All right, Chipotle! Where is Mal Verde?!" She barked. "Chu couldn't have beaten him! Chu couldn't have!"

At first Dr. Chipotle Jr. was a little surprised and hurt to see Black Cuervo's laser gun pointed at him. He did, after all, save her life. But then he realized why. She was surprised. And then it hit him.

"I defeated Mal Verde…" It came out like a whisper. Then the ten-year-old cackled loudly. "Dr. Chipotle Jr. defeated EL MAL VERDE! I… am… super-macho."

Zoë's jaw was slack as she watched the mini mad scientist smile at her.

"In your face, Cuervo!" He waved the tooth at her. "Dr. Chipotle Jr. has the prize and you don't."

Zoë was… impressed. No not impressed, thunderstruck! How could such a scrawny geek-wad like Chipotle take out THE most vicious bandito in all of Miracle City?! It was unheard of and it totally… made her insides feel electrified. Cleaning her face, Zoë couldn't let her astonishment show.

"Chu got a tooth, Chipotle." She snickered and pointed at the tooth. "How do I know Mal Verde didn't trip and fall off of de mountain? Dere is no way chu defeated him on chur own."

Dr. Chipotle Jr.'s jaw hit the ground.

"But-! I-… NO! Dr. Chipotle Jr. DEFEATED MAL VERDE!" He roared. Black Cuervo giggled, shrugged and turned on her heel.

"Whatever. I didn't see it so I don't believe it." The thirteen-year-old girl walked away from him. But before she took off into the sky, Zoë passed the boy a seductive glance. "See chu around, short-stuff."

Jumping into the air, Black Cuervo took off and flew back toward Miracle City. Dr. Chipotle Jr. cursed loudly. This WAS Mal Verde's tooth! A trophy of a battle that HE won! But she didn't believe him.

"Oh! What a HARPY!" He snarled, stomping a foot. And the mini mad scientist began the long trip home, off of the mountain.

Hours later, it was in the evening and Dr. Chipotle Jr. was inside his laboratory, fresh from a bath. The ten-year-old was angrily chopping onions for his new guacamole monster. It was no use having Mal Verde's tooth if no one, specifically Black Cuervo, believed him. His father believed him, whole-heartedly in fact. But who cares?! Black Cuervo didn't believe him so what was the point?! Snarling, Dr. Chipotle Jr. slammed his knife through that onion. How he HATED Black Cuervo, but he saved her! What was this odd feeling in his stomach whenever he thought of her?!

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Zoë Aves was polishing her laser gun. The thirteen-year-old girl was equally angry at Dr. Chipotle Jr. for upstaging her… AGAIN. He had obtained Mal Verde's tooth. MAL VERDE! That little nerd was lucky or… he was more powerful that she thought. Either way, Zoë was charmed and she felt all a flutter when she thought about him. And that's why she was so angry. Rubbing her cloth hard onto her laser weapon, Zoë scowled.

Dr. Chipotle Jr. gripped onion, still glaring off angrily. Why was Black Cuervo so stubborn? And why was he trying so hard to impress her?! It was pointless! She'd never be satisfied unless his head was skewered on a pole!

Zoë rubbed harder. Why was Dr. Chipotle Jr. so difficult? Just when she thought she had the upper hand, he'd wow her with a HUGE feat of power! How was she supposed to top Mal Verde's tooth?! Why couldn't she get his face out of her head?

Dr. Chipotle Jr. snarled as he slammed his knife down over the onion. It was all a game she was playing! Black Cuervo was messing with his head in order to win this bet! She wouldn't win! He was above her mind-games! So why was he seeing her face every time he closed his eyes?! She was evil, she was manipulating, she was spoiled; how he HATED HER! Clank! Dr. Chipotle Jr. felt his knife hit something other than onion. Glancing down, the ten-year-old saw that he just sawed his knife through a metal finger of his robotic arm. A crease of annoyance hit his face.

"WILL THE INDIGNITY EVER STOP!?" He shouted loudly. As if an answer to his question, Dr. Chipotle Sr. opened his room's door and called down to him.

"Diego! Dr. Chipotle Sr. requires sweets! Go to the store and get some cookies and milk. That's an ORDER!" The mad scientist blurted out before he shut the door again. Dr. Chipotle Jr. smoldered.

Sweeping up the diced onion, the mini mad scientist threw it into a bowl of guacamole. Throwing the bowl into a genetic manipulating machine, that he himself built, Dr. Chipotle Jr. started making another guacamole monster. Now he was stuck with a chore but he wasn't walking this time. He was going on a guacamole monster. Perhaps he could get his mind off of Black Cuervo.

Zoë growled loudly as she nearly rubbed a hole through her weapon. Why was Dr. Chipotle Jr. so smooth?! NO! She wouldn't let Dr. Chipotle Jr. be the reason for her failings! Zoë's pride would not be denied! She would win! Dr. Chipotle Jr. might be smooth, smart and deliciously evil, but she was smart and evil too! She would win this! THIS SHE SWORE! Boom! Zoë's wrist blaster discharged and a laser shot through the Flock of Fury's lair. Ricocheting, the laser flew into the other room where her mother and grandmother were relaxing. Hearing a scream from her mother and a curse from her grandmother, Zoë made a hasty retreat.

"ZOË!" They snarled but Zoë grabbed her helmet and jet pack. She'd leave until her mother was less mad.


R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!