Dateline: Sunday, July 5, 1981, 7:38 PM, Parisian Standard Time.

"Good luck, sir!" said the chopper pilot as he took off from the hospital roof. Dash knew the very first thing he had to do was get down from here. Luckily, there was a staircase that led to the inside. Once he was there, he ducked into the nearest men's room to change. Within three minutes, Rocket emerged from the front door, ready to clean up Zurich.

Now, if I were a bank robber, where would I go? To the nearest bank of course! If it were any other country, that would be helpful information, but this is Switzerland, the banking capital of the planet.

And then he heard something. Police sirens! Rocket decided that even if it wasn't Princess Polymer, it was still a chance to save people. He could use the warm-up. He followed close behind.

When he arrived, the police were negotiating with a kidnapper. Rocket couldn't understand a word they were saying, because he didn't speak German. Or, at least he thought it was German. Foreign languages were never his strong suit, but I digress. Anyway, Rocket sized up the situation and formulated a plan; it was infrequently that he did so.

I'll bet I could get up there, rescue the hostage, and bring him back here before anyone even notices I'm there. So, that's what he did. No, wait, that's what he tried to do. He sped up next to the kidnapper and sucker-punched him square in the jaw. On a reflex, the kidnapper loosened his grip on the hostage. Rocket scooped him (the hostage) up in a fireman's carry. But he didn't take more than two steps before the kidnapper realized what was going on. When he saw his hostage on the shoulders of some foreign superhero near the police, he went nuts!

The kidnapper waved his gun in the air and shouted what Rocket figured must be expletives. He leveled it and the police and fired off two or three shots. Rocket decided the time to act was now. He quickly stepped past the squad cars to the maniac. Once there, he disarmed him and forced him to the ground. Rocket held him in place as the police bound him and took him away.

With order restored, the police began to thank Rocket in their native tongues. Befuddled, he held up his hands as if to say "Enough!"

"Um, English?"

"I speak English!"

"Oh, thank God!"

"My friends and I just want to say how grateful we are that you have come to help. If there is anything you need, Mr.…?"

"Call me Rocket."

"…Mr. Rocket, you just let us know, okay?"

"Actually, I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a female bank robber…"

"On a weekly basis, sir. This is Switzerland, after all."

"…With two heads, six arms, and four legs?" Rocket finished.

"Oh! You're the American super who was sent to get rid of Princess Polymer!"

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

"I will personally escort you to her hideout."

"Thank you very much. Wait, if you know where her hideout is, why haven't you arrested her yourself?"

"You think we haven't tried?"

"Oh, I see." Rocket swallowed hard. Suddenly, he didn't feel so confident.

It was only a few minutes before the English-speaking cop pointed him to a narrow door on the side of a building. Rocket was still a little nervous, so he cracked his knuckles loudly, then cracked his neck. That always loosened him up in a pinch.

"Showtime," he said, with a small crack in his voice.

He lifted his right leg and planted a kick square on the lock, just like his mother had taught him. He heard what sounded like two women screaming. Rocket rushed in and took a good look at the place. It looked just like every other mad scientist's lab he had ever been in, with the boiling liquids in beakers, the electrodes, the massive supercomputer and whatnot.

Then he heard two female voices speaking in unison. They said something he couldn't understand.

"English?"

"Who are you and what do you want here?"

"Um, I'm a superhero…" He paused. "…who has been sent here to, um, shut you down, I think."

"Well, you thought wrong, two eyes!"

And then he saw her. Emerging from the dark part of the lab was a female body, with two heads, six arms, and four legs, just like the tape had said.

"Ah, you must be Princess Polymer. That looks like a lot of expensive surgery you've had. Did you keep the receipt?"

"I preformed this surgery on myself," said the left head.

"Like I said, did you keep the receipt?"

"Look, are we going to talk," said the right head, "or are we going to fight?"

"Actually, a conversation would be kind of nice right about now. I've never talked to someone who could speak in stereo!"

"I'd rather talk to a man-eating shark with a sore tooth!"

"But what if your mother already has plans?"

Polymer gasped…twice. "That's it!" she said, in stereo. She charged right at Rocket. She was faster than he had expected what with her having four legs and all. Still, he managed to get away from her.

"Come on! You can do better than that, right?" Rocket taunted.

Polymer growled and charged again, with three fists raised. Rocket tried to block, but he couldn't stop all of them. He went down like a ton of bricks. But he wasn't discouraged. His mother had taught him that villains always kick the hero when he's down. Knowing what Polymer would do, he could prepare for it. Rocket grabbed her foot when it came at him. Then he pulled hard in an attempt to flip her over. But with three legs on the ground, the Princess wouldn't budge. Rocket was out of ideas, so he did what he did best. He ran and hid.

"Come out, come out, wherever you aren't! You're only making me angry!"

I've been going about this all wrong, Rocket thought to himself. I may be fast, but she's got too many limbs. I need to strike when she isn't expecting it. Total surprise; that's the only way to bring her down. That's when he noticed the ladder, which led to the scaffolding of her lab. This should help me get the drop on her, he thought. And with the stealthiest of superhero cool, he maneuvered himself into position.

This is the perfect spot. If she's a sane mad scientist, she'll have to come back to her computer some time. Holding himself off the ground with the last of his waning strength, Rocket waited. His muscles strained. At that moment, he remembered his gym teacher telling him that the flexed arm hang could save his life. The irony was not lost on his part. Rocket started to sweat a little bit. With every ounce of muscle occupied with holding up his wait, he was unable to stop a drop of his perspiration from hitting the ground. He cringed, expecting the rouge drop to give him away.

Luckily, it didn't. Rocket was relived. Then he felt himself slipping. He flailed his arms trying to get a better hold on the bars. He managed to do it, and bring some minor relief to his aching muscles. He felt the burn of strenuous work on every square inch of his body. Rocket wasn't sure he could hold his position much longer. Then he saw her, Princess Polymer, stepping up to the screen.

This is it, don't chicken out now, he told himself. He let go, and he felt magnificent. The strain was gone, and he felt like he was three inches taller. He felt weightless. Rocket took a deep breath and it was like taking his very first. He was without a doubt in a state of sheer and utterly encompassing euphoria.

Until he landed.

CRASH!

"Ohhhhhh!" Princess Polymer moaned. "I think you have broken something!"

"Yeah, I think so too, no, wait." Rocket put a hand on his neck and twisted it. A sound like a crack was heard. "Oh, no, it's just a crick, I'm okay, no damage."

"I swear! If I ever get up from here, I'm going to make you suffer for what you have done to me!"

"Good to know," said Rocket. He stood up and went to the door. "All right, you guys, she's been subdued. You can go ahead and arrest her now."

"Thank you very much, sir!" The police entered the building and Rocket guided them to where he had landed. But when they got there, the twin-headed villain was gone! All they found was a strange scrap of paper.

"Dear people of Switzerland," it read, "I have thoroughly enjoyed robbing you left and right. It's been real, and it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun. All the money is in the upper left desk drawer. As for Mr. Hotshot super whose name I didn't catch, I'll see you stateside! XX P. P."

Rocket was livid. He couldn't believe that Princess Polymer got away!

"Python to Rocket, come in, over?"

After hanging from the bars for what seemed like hours, she gets off scot-free? In what universe was that fair?

"Rocket, come in, do you read me?"

He had half a mind to hang up his suit and get out of the hero game altogether. Then again, why should he expect a villain to play by the rules?

"Rocket! Are you okay? Come in, please!"

And where the hell is that voice coming from? Oh, right…

"Sorry about that, this is Rocket, go ahead."

"Hey, I was just checking in to see how you were doing."

Rocket told his sister everything.

"She got away? Bummer."

"I know."

"Hey, you did your best, that's all anyone can ask. You'll get her next time."

"Assuming there is a next time."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. So, how'd you fare?"

Violet told her brother everything.

"COOL! Can't wait to see it!"

"You think we should check on the others?"

"Nah, they might be in the heat of battle already."

(A/N: Sorry this chapter is so long. Interesting story about Princess Polymer, I actually developed her a long time ago, as a good guy. Unfortunately I couldn't find a place to use her, until now. I like her a lot, so I let her get away, in case I want to use her again. So, how's the story so far? Please tell me how I'm doing, so I can make it better.)