Boxter's mood had drastically improved over the past couple of weeks. He came home from work with a spring in his step - the lack of SheZow interference seemed to suit him. But that hadn't stopped him talking about the superhero at the family's dinner time. "So, I haven't seen SheZow all week. Is she still 'taking a breather' as you put it, Kelly?"

Guy groaned, turned his attention to his plate, and stabbed a piece of broccoli.

"Dad," Kelly rolled her eyes. "I told you, she's going through some… stuff. I just have to tell her public she's taking a breather. And she hasn't bothered telling me when she's coming back, so I can't tell you that either."

"Really?" Guy mouthed to his sister. Like he had any control over when his powers came back! He'd tried everything conceivable to activate SheZow. He'd even jumped off the roof, hoping the physical threat would bring his powers back to save him. Luckily, Maz had convinced him to wear a helmet.

"Well, it's been nice not having to worry about her swooping in and trashing everything," said Boxter.

"Maybe she's having a nice long think about how she treats local law enforcement," said Droosha. She stabbed her own vegetables so hard that Guy jumped. "She's lucky I don't have superpowers."

Boxter rolled his eyes. "It wasn't that bad."

Droosha smiled faintly. "Well, you seem happier anyway."

"Maybe she's finally figured out we don't want, or need, her help. I mean, has anything happened that we've needed some pink-clad drama queen crashing in to save the day? I don't think so!"

"You know, maybe she just likes the pink," Guy snapped. And, just his luck, his voice picked that moment to crack horribly, and made his well-thought-out argument sound like a whiny little rant.

"Guy…" Droosha began.

"I'm sorry, I just…" Guy squeezed his eyes shut briefly, then shoved his chair back from the table. "I'm finished. Can I be excused?"

"That doesn't look finished to me, mister."

Guy stood up anyway and stomped out of the room.

"I think he's just grumpy, 'cause, you know… his voice," said Kelly.

Guy felt his cheeks grow warm. At least she was trying, but that really didn't help.

Boxter sighed. "And I thought you'd be the one we'd have trouble with when you two hit puberty."

"Why's that, Dad?" said Kelly, her voice taking on an edge.

"Yeah, Boxter, why?" Mom chimed in.

"No reason…"

The sounds of his family faded as Guy climbed the stairs. He slammed his bedroom door behind him, then leaned heavily against it and groaned. "It'd be just my luck; I'm the first dude to wear the ring, and I go and break SheZow. What do you want from me?!" The ring on his finger gave no reply. Guy grabbed at it, and tugged. He grappled with it for a moment, then gave up with a loud huff. "Well, you can't be done with me, or you would've fallen off or something. I just need to figure out what SheZow needs…" Pink-clad drama queen indeed. Guy snapped his fingers. "That's it! I haven't tried pink yet!"

The idea was simple enough. He couldn't change into SheZow, and SheZow needed pink to operate. So, if he made her a pink outfit, maybe that would convince her powers to come back.

Guy hadn't counted on how hard a sewing machine was to operate. "Ow!" he drew back the finger he'd run over for the umpteenth time, and shoved it in his mouth.

"This had better work." He dragged the pink mass of material he'd managed to cut, measure, and sew into a rough resemblance of a hooded cape from the machine. I mean, he wasn't even going to attempt anything with sleeves. All he needed was something that was pink, and that hid his identity.

Guy stood in front of his mirror and threw the cape around his shoulders, then pulled the hood down over his face. He narrowed his eyes and growled. One side of the hem was very noticeably shorter than the other. But it covered his clothes, and you couldn't make out details of his face. And he could move without falling over it.

"All right, here goes nothing…" Guy flung out his fist. "You go girl!" Nothing. "Oh, come on!" He sat down on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands. Then he drew in a deep breath and swiped at his cheek. "Well, you didn't think it'd be that easy."

"Who's gone and cut up my pink table cloth!?" Droosha's voice rang out from downstairs.

Guy gulped, rushed to his closet, and slid down the pole there into the she-lair. "Phew."

Sheila's screen activated. "Oh, sweetheart, what on earth are you trying now?"

"What?" Guy put his hands on his hips. "You haven't been helping me, have you?"

"You need to learn to take responsibility for your own actions…"

"And what do you think this is, huh?" Guy gestured down and flicked the back of the cape out dramatically.

"I don't even know what to say about that."

Guy huffed, and headed over to the Shehicle. "I'm going to find some baddies."

"And how do you expect to fight these baddies? You don't have any powers."

"You don't think I know that!?" Guy whirled back around, fists bunched at his sides. "I'm trying to fix this, and this is the only way I know how."

"I know, Guy. I just don't want you to get hurt. And how will you find bad guys? You're SheSP won't work."

Guy shrugged. "I'll just cruise. Or I'll find Dad, and follow him. I'll be careful, I promise."

It was growing late in the evening and after hours of cruising, Guy still hadn't found any bad guys to fight. He groaned. "I wonder if this is why the cops never seem to turn up on time. I didn't realise Megadale was so big…" He was just starting to think it was all a waste of time, when the wail of a siren punched though the air, and a police cruiser roared past. Guy grinned. "Now, they look like they're going somewhere important." He followed, but kept his distance. He didn't really want the cops seeing the Shehicle… not being driven by SheZow. I mean, it wasn't like they could tell who he was, but his sewing skills were just plain embarrassing.

He ended up losing the cruiser somewhere within a maze of streets, amongst the warehouses down at the port. "Come on, where'd you go?!" Guy crawled between the buildings in the Shehicle, searching for the cruiser, and then he drew to a halt. He hadn't found the cops, but the warehouse with piles of snow around it in otherwise balmy weather was probably a good bet for villain activity.

Guy stepped out of the Shehicle, then drew his pink cape around himself and repressed a shudder. It was freezing. Still no signs of the police cruiser, or the cops. "Coldfinger must be around here somewhere. I bet if I tried to fight him that would bring my powers back…" he gulped. "I hope."

Guy took a cautious few step towards the warehouse. And then a mound of snow reared up before him. A snowman with glowing red eyes took form, grinned at him, and reached out a fat, somehow muscled, snow-arm.

"Goddess…" Guy bunched up his fists and stood his ground. "You go girl!" he shouted, as the ice monster reached for him. Nothing happened. Guy threw a punch anyway.

"Ow!" It was like hitting solid rock. Guy grabbed at his hand, hugging it to his chest. The snowman was unperturbed. Guy stepped back and stumbled, and dropped to his behind in the snow. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Hey! Over here, you big brute!" Officer Wackerman materialised in the snow just off to Guy's left. "Pick on someone your own size!"

The snowman turned towards him. And then its head exploded in a puff of snow as a fist slammed clean through the back of its head. "Damn it!" Boxter flicked his hand and winced. "That is a lot more solid than it looks."

Guy flushed and scrambled to his feet."I had that under control."

"Didn't look like it to me," said Wackerman.

"Are you all right?" Boxter asked.

"I'm fine." Guy tugged his cape tighter about himself, making sure the hood was very much down. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, SheZow," said Boxter. "Been wondering where you'd got to."

"I'm here to get my powers back," Guy huffed. He tugged at his cape. "At least the temporary outfit passes for SheZow.

"Well, actually, we guessed from your car," said Boxter. He raised an eyebrow, and then actually allowed himself a small smile. "I can see why you've been in hiding though."

"It's not funny!" Guy growled, looking at his feet.

"You've lost your powers, huh?" said Wackerman, walking over to stand next to Boxter. "That must suck."

Boxter snorted, and folded his arms. "For her, maybe."

"Yeah, well I lost them, okay? And so I had to make this stupid outfit, just so I can actually go out without people seeing who I am, so I can get them back… and I'm not even strong enough to take down a stupid snowman…"

Both cops were staring at him now. "So what are you doing out here without powers, huh?" Boxter growled. "Picking on snowmen… That… outfit isn't going to protect you. You could get really hurt, you know that right?"

Guy looked up at his father, swallowed hard and took a step back. He'd just told them he had no powers. And SheZow had pinning Boxter to a car. Of course he was mad! But he wouldn't hurt her, would he? Maybe he'd want to know who was responsible for causing the cops so much trouble. And all he had to do was step over, pull back the hood, and he'd find his son. Guy couldn't stop him, not without super strength.

"Hamdon…" Wackerman said, lowering his voice.

"Huh?"

"I think you're scaring her."

"Oh…" Boxter sighed and dropped the cross-armed, broad shouldered stance, and lowered himself into a half-crouch. "Not so sassy without your superpowers, are you? I meant you could get hurt by whatever baddies are crawling around Megadale tonight. So just stay out of the way and let us do our jobs."

"You're not going to… arrest me?"

"I seriously doubt you could give us a reason to," Boxter smiled faintly. "Not without your powers."

"Yeah, so go home," said Wackerman. "We've got enough on tonight without having to arrest you too."

Some of the tension drained from Guy's shoulders. "But hey, wait. I think that's Coldfinger in there. How are you going to take him down? You don't have superpowers either."

Boxter rose back to his feet. "I don't see anyone else here with superpowers, do you?"

"No, but…"

"Well, guess that just leaves us. Come on, Wackerman." The two cops headed towards the warehouse.

"Go home, SheZow," Wackerman called over his shoulder, before the two disappeared inside.

Guy scowled, climbed back into he Shehicle, and started the engine. "I'm going to get myself hurt? What about them?" He let the car run for a moment more, revved it, and then turned it off. Then he climbed out and slunk into the warehouse behind the two cops.

"You see anything yet?"

"Nothing. But if we run into any more snowmen it's your turn to punch them."

Wackerman groaned.

Guy followed after his father and Officer Wackerman as they made their way across the open floor of the warehouse. He slipped behind a nearby crate.

Boxter kicked a mound of snow. "Nope, no snowmen. Maybe he's gone already."

"What do you make of that?"

Guy peered out from his hiding spot. There was a stack of crates in the middle of the floor, covered with snow and icicles.

"Hang on," said Boxter. He picked up a crowbar lying nearby, and tugged off the front of the closest crate. It popped open, and a whole pile of snow globes clattered out onto the floor. "What the hell… snow globes?"

Wackerman picked one up and inspected it, eyes narrowed. "Well, it's definitely a white powder… maybe it's not snow…"

"I don't think Coldfinger is into that kind of thing," said Boxter.

"Well, I guess we let them know this is all that's here anyways. Forensics can check it out. Who knows what he might be up to." Wackerman pulled out a radio, and was just about to activate it, when the snow at his feet suddenly reared up. A dozen other snow-piles came alive and morphed into furious snowmen.

"Not again!" Boxter swung around, and punched the nearest one in the face. "Bloody hell…" He gritted his teeth, and took a swing at the next one.

"I don't like the police messing with my plans!" Coldfinger strode out of the shadows, and leapt atop the nearest crate. "I'm going to turn you both into cop-sicles! Get them!"

The order was quite redundant. The two cops already grappled with a half-dozen snowmen each. Wackerman went down first, pinned under two big bruisers of solid snow. Boxter managed to turn another two to powder, before two others grabbed him from behind and pinned his arms behind his back. A third stepped up and slammed a snow-fist into his stomach. Boxter doubled up on himself, coughing and spluttering, then sagged to his knees under the weight of the two on his back, defeated.

"Dad!" Guy ducked back down behind his crate and clapped his hands over his mouth. His heart hammered in his chest. He flung out his fist, and said as loudly as he dared: "You go girl!" Nothing happened. "Oh, come on!" He peered back over the crate.

Coldfinger leapt down from his crate and began to pace in front of the pinned officers. "Well, well, well. Now, what are we going to do with you?"