(Dark, Poorly-Lit Alleyway)
Amanda: Oh my God, not you!
Mysterious Figure: Yes, me! You're in a lot of trouble, young lady! You and your partner have been causing trouble for the Gloucester High School Administration for far too long….I think it's time to show you just what's inside that red locker on the second floor….BWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Amanda: No! Never! ~activates communication unit on her wristwatch, which she conveniently installed earlier that day~ Colleen! You and Spidey need to get your butts back here now! HE'S here!!!!
Mysterious Figure: That's enough of that! ~kicks Amanda's arm, causing wristwatch to fly off and smash against nearby brick wall~
Amanda: ~glares~ Colleen and Spider-Man will be here soon, and the three of us are gonna kick your black-robed butt six ways to Sunday!
Mysterious Figure: Oh yes, I'm counting on your friends coming to "rescue" you. As a matter of fact, I've got a nice semi-lethal trap all set up for them.
Amanda: Semi-lethal?
Mysterious Figure: Yes. Semi-lethal. I think you'll be impressed by the….creativity….of my trap.
Amanda: ~snorts~ I bet that's just your way of saying you did a half-assed job.
Mysterious Figure: ~narrows eyes~ Just for that, I'm going to make your death extra-painful. I've been meaning to pay you back for what you did to our school's climbing team…..
Amanda: ~gulp~ 'Kay, you can show up any time now, guys…..
(Airplane)
Heston: Anthony! Guess who I just saw on the plane!
Hopkins: Hmm….judging by the fact that you're not immobilized by fear, it's not those "Fan Club Girls"….you still seem a bit anxious, however, so I'd venture to guess that….their parents are on the plane.
Heston: Yup! And that's not all; they're on their way to find their daughters. They've gone after that Spider-guy this time.
Hopkins: Well, better him than us! Hopefully, they'll be too preoccupied trying to catch him to realize we're there. By the time they find out, we'll already be gone.
Heston: Yeah, right! When have we ever been that lucky?
Hopkins: ~sigh~ I know, I know. You can't blame me for wishful thinking….
(Another Part of the Airplane)
Carol: Ooo, breakfast! I wonder if this yogurt is organic….
Patti: I wonder if it's actually yogurt!
Ken & John: ~look at their trays with disappointment~ No…..pizza?
Carol & Patti: ~sigh~
Patti: Wait a minute….my Mommy-Sense is tingling….our girls are in big trouble!
Carol: ~gasp~ I feel it too! Something's after them!
Patti: But what could be horrible enough to scare our girls?
Carol: ~shudder~ I don't even want to think about something like that!
Patti: I think we're going to need help on this one….
John: You know, Ken & I would be empowered enough to fight anything if we could only get some pizza!
Ken: Yeah, my Pizza-Sense is tingling!
Carol & Patti: ~smack respective husbands~
Patti: Anyway, where did Mr. Heston go……?
(A Random Rooftop, Several Blocks Away From Amanda's Location)
Spider-Man: Ummm…..you can let go of me now. We've landed.
Colleen: ~still has arms tightly around Spiderman, staring up at his…um….mask, with a dreamy expression on face~ Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sorry. ~reluctantly lets go~
Spider-Man: It's ok. I get that a lot….
Colleen: Ya don't say.
Colleen's Wrist Comm: ~beep!~
Colleen: Ah! The random beep. Oh wait, no it's not. It's my communicator!
Wrist Comm: Colleen! You and Spidey need to get your butts back here now! HE'S here!!!!
Spider-Man: That's Amanda! It sounds like she's in trouble! ~notices that Colleen has gone pale….well, paler than usual~ What's wrong, Colleen?
Colleen: There's only one person who could scare Amanda like that….Mr. Brundige! ~cue sinister music~
Spider-Man: Well, from the sinister music that just played, I can tell that this Mr. Brundige must be one evil wrong-doer. Who is he, exactly?
Colleen: He's our vice principal. Our damn dirty vice principal!!!! ~snaps out of fear-induced funk—yes, I said funk~ Come on, we've got to go save Amanda!
Spider-Man: ~perks up~ Woo-hoo! Heroics! Grab on! ~thinks about what he just said~ I mean, grab on in an appropriate way!
Colleen: Darn! I was hoping you wouldn't catch that….Anyway, swing away, Spidey!
