The main building of the Pittsburgh Newspaper Times was bursting with excitement at the return of the presumed to be dead hero, Super Chicken. Yes, most people believed he was dead, then a rumor began to surface that this whole time, he'd been locked away in a secret bunker with his sidekick, Fred. This rumor shook the newsroom to the very core…
In order to find said chicken and lion, they sent the most intrepid reporter the 21st Century had to offer…
"CHAR-LEEEENE!!" The CEO of the Newspaper Times shouted (he was a relatively large, muscular man in a nice suit with a few strands of gray in his black hair). "GET OVER HERE!"
A young woman in her 30's came rushing over. Clad in a nice blouse, pantsuit, glasses, and flats, this was Charlene Fowler, that top reporter chick I mentioned earlier, who was of half-English and half-Korean descent.
"Yes sir?" Charlene asked, eager to get a raise from her boss (YOU try living on your own and making an honest living at thirty-two in this day and age).
"I'm gonna need you to find the Super Chicken." The CEO told her. "Reports of him have been spreading like wildfire all over the place."
"Yes sir!" Charlene replied.
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"MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN, SUPER CHICKEN AND FRED WERE STILL TRYING TO ESCAPE IN WHATEVER WAY THEY COULD."
"Fred, I think we got it this time!" SC spoke, holding Fred. "You just gotta use your head!"
"Yeah, but NOT THITH WAYYYY!!" Fred exclaimed as SC started charging directly for the opening of the bunker.
"IMMEDIATELY, THE BUNKER DOOR WAS OPENED, AND BEFORE FRED COULD CRASH AGAINST ONE OF THE WALLS, HE AND SC WENT BARRELING OUT, KNOCKING SOMEONE TO THE GROUND."
"Wait, WHAT THE--" both SC and Charlene spoke.
"You're th--" Charlene stuttered.
"You're a--" Super Chicken stuttered as well.
"--SUPER CHICKEN!" Charlene exclaimed.
"--A HUMAN WOMAN!" Super Chicken exclaimed at the same time.
"Yeah, uh, hi, my name is Charlene Fowler, and...it is SO great to finally meet you, Super Chicken." She shook his hand.
"Likewise." Super Chicken replied.
"AND I'M FRED!" The lion replied. "Hith loyal THIDEKICK!"
"Oh, yeah, don't think I haven't forgotten about you, buddy!" Charlene replied.
"Say, uh, Charlene, where exactly are we?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, I just remembered." Charlene replied, then spoke. "How do I put this lightly...it's 2021."
"Twenty-twenty...WHAT?!" SC exclaimed.
"YOU MEAN T' TELL ME THAT WE'RE IN TH' FUTURE?!" Fred exclaimed. "THITH ITH THO EXCTHITIN'!"
"Yeah, welcome to the future." Charlene replied. "There's lots of new stuff--smartphones, smart cars, free-range chickens..."
"I was already free to begin with, since I've got so many powers and abilities like super vision!" SC smiled.
"So...you were owned?" Charlene asked.
"No, I mean super vision!" SC replied.
"If he had any thuper vision, he wouldn't be wearin' that outfit in public." Fred made an aside remark to Charlene.
"Wait, one more thing--Your last name is…Fowler?!" SC replied, scratching the top of his head. "I dunno, I was expecting something a bit more…exotic."
"CHARLENE DID NOT TAKE THIS STATEMENT VERY WELL."
"Wow, you really are from the past." Charlene replied. "And I suppose you think that women can't hold jobs, either."
"Well OBVIOUSLY!" SC replied.
"Look, pal, the 60's have come and gone, it's the 21st century, so widen up!" Charlene replied, shaking her fist. "If you make ONE more condescending statement, I'll turn ya to ROTISSERIE!"
"Jeez, lady, could you at least give us a ride back to our mansion?" SC retorted. "I'll pay you 500 bucks."
"CHARLENE'S EYES WIDENED. BEING A DOWN ON HER LUCK YOUNG WOMAN IN THIS ECONOMY, SHE NEEDED THE MONEY, AND SO, AFTER A LONG DISCUSSION ABOUT THE SMARTPHONE, SHE DROPPED OFF FRED AND SC BACK AT THEIR OLD HOME…which was surprisingly still standing."
"Fred, I think I'm really gonna like the future…" SC sighed.
"I dunno, Mr. Henhouth, judging by what I've theen, it lookth dangerouth." Fred replied.
"Well, you knew the job was dangerous when you took it." SC replied.
"FRED GROANED, RATHER LOUDLY EVEN."
End.