I never created Superman TAS.
Amos glanced at the kitchen window and scowled. His eyes were on a creature pacing outside. ''The trespasser isn't getting my lunch,'' he muttered. Amos lifted his sandwich and bit into it. If the creature was irritated and eventually snarled? So be it.
''You could go outside and attack it,'' Supergirl said. Frowning, she remained across the preacher. She ate a bit of her sandwich.
''I'm eating.''
''Same here,'' Supergirl muttered.
''The creature might depart sooner or later.''
Supergirl turned to the window for a moment. She viewed it pacing another time. She finished her lunch and stood. ''I guess I'll protect our farm,'' she said. Supergirl approached the door and opened it. Her hands formed fists before she flew to the creature.
Amos ate the remainder of his lunch. He turned to the counter. After Amos stood, he walked to a handful of brownies on one plate and took two of them. One smile formed on his face as he ate a brownie.
''I'm not finished with the brownies. Supergirl is going to be fine outside.''
THE END