A/N:

Chapter two, finally! Gawd!

As I said before, an evil more evil than evil grannies was bestowing it's evil upon the non-evil accepting town… but the two super hero friends didn't know of it just of yet. Instead, they were tackling the task of eating breakfast and not choking to death.

"Gawd, you stupid cat! Eat like a pig, why don't you!" Yuki hollered.

"I would never act like Kagura!" Kyo bellowed in reply, flinging a sausage at Yuki's small head. It slapped him in the face, smearing greasy grease down his delicate complexion. Kyo mouthed an apology, before running away.

Yuki sat in silence for quite a while, Shigure and Tohru staring at his worriedly. He got up and followed his partner in defeating crime.

"Hey, nice throw"

"Huh!"

Kyo turned around on his heel to see Yuki smiling stupidly at him.

"I heard, Mr. Man, that evil is bestowing itself upon our non-evil accepting town, under the pen name of…"

"Yes, yes!" Kyo urged, flapping his arms around madly.

"A Sohma"

"A Sohma as in their first name starts with A and their last name is Sohma, or 'a Sohma' as in they are a Sohma"

"Their first name starts with A"

"GASP! AKITO!"

"No no… Akito is sick. Not only that, Tohru said that Sohma is a common name. It could be any random person"

The two cousins slash fighters in crime pondered. They drank some pondering juice AKA water. They wore their pondering hats AKA their school caps. They sang pondering songs AKA nursery rhymes. Basically, they did everything.

"I know who it might be," Kyo piped up after about 6 hours of sitting in dead silence, thinking. His face scrunched up in concentration, he muttered,

"Ayame…"

"OH MY GOD YOUR RIGHT!" Yelled Yuki, despite the fact his friend was within earshot. Kyo rubbed his ear before walking to Yuki's bed and sitting down.

"We must consult Ayame" Yuki said finally, rubbing his chin. Kyo nodded as they both went their separate ways to transform.

Mr. Man and Sidekick Bob took their leave, by walking down the stairs in broad daylight. They didn't want another ass hurting stunt. Shigure and Tohru gasped.

"Look, Tohru! The guys on the front of the newspaper! "Two idiots attack old women, but not charged as they seemed like drug addict teens"! Now they have come for us!"

Sidekick Bob shrugged, "I'm surprised your not dead yet" and Mr. Man secretly agreed. They walked off, leaving two slightly stunned friends alone.

"Come, Sidekick Bob," Mr. Man stated loudly, "We must break into Main House and speak with Ayame. You're a cat. Jump over the wall, then help me over, my sexy sidekick"

"Okay!"

Sidekick Bob then graced over the wall and onto the other side. He wondered how he was going to get Mr. Man over, but then realized, he could press the big red button and the gates would open. So, he did.

The two cousins slash super hero buddies trekked into the quiet estate, where the only noise was their loud and dramatic breathing. Finally, they reached the quarters where Ayame had been staying; his monthly visit to Hatori consisted of drinking tea and being locked in a room on the other side of the estate.

They hesitated, before opening the door, to find Ayame in a floral jumpsuit, with a green tutu. It was an ugly sight, as the colours did not match.

"God Ayame, you look butt ugly as ever," Said Sidekick Bob, choking on his own spit. Mr. Man also joined in the choking fest, gagging repetitively.

"I am not Ayame!" The man who wasn't Ayame but sure did look like him replied, "I am… DR. NOT SO EVIL!"

"Gasp!" Gasped Mr. Man and Sidekick Bob together, staring with their mouthed wide open.

"You must be the evil that is descending upon our non evil accepting town" Sighed Mr. Man finally, rubbing the back of his neck and sweat dropping. He night have been a famous super hero, but who knew that his arch nemesis for the chapter (and probably the rest to come as well) would be his own brother? He took out a can of spray paint from his pocket sash.

"Gasp!" Hollered Dr. Not So Evil, "How did you obtain that, dearest Mr. Man? You have to be 18 and over, do you not? Your only 17!"

"I have a fake id. So does Sidekick Bob. We both need them to get our super hero crime fighting supplies. We wouldn't be allowed if it wasn't for these"

"Yeah. Lets take a quick moment to thank the gangsta's of Japan"

The three cousins stood quietly as they secretly thanked the gangsta's.

"AH HUH!" Yelled Dr. Not So Evil, "I just grabbed your fake id's! Now how super hero like are you?"

"Oh no!" Wailed Sidekick Bob, "We're all gonna die!"

"No we wont" Said Mr. Man, "We've all been standing here for about 20 minutes, so I'm sure this is something a little convincing could help. We will have to fight him with some spray paint, a can of baked beans and our wits"

"I have no wits!" Cried Sidekick Bob.

Mr. Man rolled his eyes and damned Sidekick Bob, before they huddled in a corner. Dr. Not So Evil was still laughing about how he stole their fake id's.

"Ok Sidekick Bob, you eat this tin of baked beans and fart all over him. Then, I will cover him in this purple spray paint. This should stop him from being able to see properly. If I aim right, of course. Then, we can bad mouth him, until he gives us our id's back"

"Yay!"

So they put the plan to action. Sidekick Bob began to eat the baked beans, with his magical spoon. Yummeh. Once the task was complete, they set out to explode Sidekick Bob everywhere.

"Have a present," Sidekick Bob said to Dr. Not So Evil.

"Present! Yay!"

"FART!" Sidekick Bob and Mr. Man hollered, as Sidekick Bob let out the deadly gas. Mr. Man sprayed the purple spray paint and Dr. Not So Evil cried.

"The truth…" He mumbled, "I am your… father"

"NOOO!"

"Okay, I lied. I'm your brother!"

"Gasp! Now I will always hate you!"

Sidekick Bob and Mr. Man grasped their id's and ran away, leaving Dr. Not So Evil in a heap of not so evil stuff.

Once their job was done, they went home to sleep and be ready for the next day. Because, Dr. Not So Evil had a lot of co-workers. A lot of people on his side.

And one was MOO-ving himself in for the kill!

A/N:

Damn! I wrote another chapter. I like the last sentence.

It's sexy.