I never created Superman TAS.
Amos thought he heard scratching sounds and looked back. He frowned before he glanced at Supergirl with his sermon papers on a kitchen table.
''It took me eleven hours to prepare papers. Don't even think about scattering them again,'' Amos said.
Supergirl stuck her tongue out.
After Amos followed the sounds, he never located anything. His eyes widened when he viewed the barren table. He glowered.
''Explain!''
''Stupid preacher.''
''You took my papers,'' Amos said.
''Stupid preacher.''
Amos heard scratching again and left. His eyes widened when a rodent made nests from papers.
''Supergirl, I'm sorr...''
''Stupid preacher.''
Supergirl attacked.
THE END