I never created Superman TAS.
Supergirl had no idea why Martha and Jonathan Kent scowled near Amos within the kitchen. She blinked twice. ''I remember mentioning going outside and searching for Smallville villains to battle. I never found any crooks. The same with creatures.'' She shrugged her shoulders.
''It's past curfew,'' Jonathan said before he viewed Supergirl's wide eyes.
''Oh. Right.''
''Reverend Howell said that you disregarded curfew twice recently,'' Martha said.
''He did?'' Supergirl focused on Amos and glowered.
''You're grounded for three days,'' Jonathan said.
''Wait a minute! I...'' Supergirl slouched and almost walked up the stairs. She glanced at Amos. She stuck her tongue out and went upstairs. ''Nosy preacher.''
After the flashback, Supergirl smiled and approached the kitchen table. Arms were behind her back. Supergirl watched as Amos frowned and worked on a sermon. There was a stack of papers on the table.
Amos began to tremble with rage when Supergirl knocked the papers onto the floor.
THE END