Chapter 8: An Idea Slings Our Way. Literally.
The three Storm Hawks sat around the table in the helm, looking over their prizes.
"We need to come up with something really good to do with these," Aerrow said with a grin. "Something devastating."
"I know! We do what we did with Dark Ace's underwear: banners!" Finn grins. "It'd be awesome!"
"That's so old, Finn," Piper moaned. "We need something fresh."
"We could shred it and use it as confetti..."
"Something this awesome cannot be shredded up."
"Frames?"
"No. Just...no."
All of a sudden, Junko walks into the helm, chewing on a sandwich of unknown composition. "Hey, guys." He picks up one of the bras with a rough hand. "What are these?"
"Um...Nothing!" Piper speeds over and gently relieves Junko of the cloth in his hand.
"Why didn't you guys tell me you ordered new slingshots?" The Wallop scratched his head. "Are they supposed to have hearts on 'em?"
Piper, Aerrow, and Finn looked at each other, one unison idea spreading across their minds.
Oh...
Cyclonis had better watch out.
Trouble was coming her way...
In the form of underwear.