The Meeting

So, at 10:00 I was there. I took out my Cliffyflyer instead of the Cliffymobile so that I could just land gently on top of the water tower. As I hopped out, I saw Duckman coming from a distance. As I waited, I surveyed the town around me, making sure no evildoers were taking advantage of this inconvenience and wreaking havoc in Bumblyburp.

So, Duckman landed in front of me and said quite obnoxiously, "Hello Cucumber!"

"My name is Cliffyboy, and I'm a pickle, not a cucumber."

"Oh, I'm sorry Cliffypickle. I'll get it right from now on."

"Sure you will. Anyway, there is a reason why I chose this place to meet."

"What's that?"

"Look all around you Duckman. In every direction, you see Bumblyburp below us."

"Yep. I can even see my house from here."

"Really? Where?"

"Haha! There you go again. I told you, I'm not giving away my secret identity. If I tell you, then I'd have to tell everyone else."

"Right. I forgot."

"Look, there's the mall over there. And there's city hall. And there's.."

"Ok, good, you got that all right. Now, look over there to the east."

"To the east?"

"Yes, right over there. That's East Bumblyburp."

"East Bumblyburp?"

"Yep. I'm ready to make a deal with you. I won't share this town with you, but I'll let you have East Bumblyburp. If anything happens over there, I'll stay out of it, and you can handle it."

"But, nothing ever happens in East Bumblyburp! You would doom me to being a superhero without a cause. Why should I protect a town that's perfectly safe on it's own?"

"Because if you don't, I'll tell every bad guy in town that you work at an office here somewhere. You know what will happen then don't you?"

"NOOOO! You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"Oh yes I would. But don't push me into it, because then I will have to come and save you. I'd rather that you take a little pressuer off by protecting East Bumblyburp. Then, I wouldn't have to worry about protecting that little boy on Blueberry Lane from the bullies at the bus stop. Instead, I can focus on the bigger trouble makers."

"What! There's a boy that gets bothered by bullies on Blueberry Lane? You've got a deal Picklecliff. I'll save him!"

Then he flew away. "My name is Cliffyboy!"

I watched as he flew off toward East Bumblyburp. "When do I tell him that they won't be there until morning?"

I hopped back into my Cliffyflyer and went back to patrolling the town.

"I love you Bumblyburp! You'll always be safe with me!"

Cliffyboy Vs. Duckman

Alright, today, I knew that Duckman would probably be back. However, I didn't expect him to show up when he did. I was just driving around in my transit bus in the afternoon, taking the people of Bumblyburp where they wanted to go, when I saw him. He was flying around as if he were looking for petty crooks that were bold enough to try something in broad daylight. Well, there aren't many of those in Bumblyburp. I found the nearest gas station, and pulled the bus over. I shouted, "I have got to go, now!" I overheard one of the people on the bus comment to another, "That's the third time this month. He should have his prostate checked." I just ignored the person and ran into the gas station so fast that I was a blurr, and when I came out on the other side, I was Cliffyboy, superhero extraordinaire.

I looked up and I saw Duckman flying right overhead. What luck! I pointed my pickle juice shooter straight at the ground, and I fired the juice out so hard that I was catapulted right into the air, and straight at Duckman. He seemed quite surprised when he noticed me shooting at him at a high rate of speed, but he weasn't quick enough to get out of my way. We collided in a loud display of pickle juice and feathers and we fell straight down to the ground with me pinning down the lame duck.

"Got ya!" I shouted.

Then Duckman looked at me with great shock. "So it was you who shot that rocket at me?"

"That was no rocket. That was me flying through the air at you."

"Can't be. That was defenitely a rocket. I have to go find the evildoer who shot it at me."

"You're staying right here Duck."

"That's Duckman, not Duck."

"Now you listen to me. This is my town. I defend this town, and I don't need your help. Go find your own town."

"But this IS my town. Can't we defend it together?"

"WHAT!? NO WAY! I'd rather be a sidekick for Superhero Bob then share this city with the likes of you!"

"Superhero who?"

"Superhero Bob."

"Who's he?"

"She."

"What?"

"Superhero Bob is a she, not a he."

"Really? Bob is a girl's name? I thought Bob was a boy's name. What until I see Bob back at the office. He'll never hear the end of that."

"No! Bob is not a girl's name...really. Well, I don't know why she calls herself that. Maybe it's a ploy to confuse her enemies. Wait a minute. You said something about 'Bob back at the office.' What office?"

"HAH! do you really think I'd tell you something like that? I might as well just tell you what my secret identity is. I'm not that dumb! If I told you my secret identity, then I'd have to tell everybody else. Then it wouldn't be a secret anymore."

"Well, OK. But if you have an office to work at, shouldn't you be there now?"

"Oh shoot! You're right. They're going to notice that I'm gone anytime now!"

"OK, well, we both have to get back to our secret identity rolls. If you want to discuss things, then meet me at the water tower at 10:00 tonight. All right?"

"OK, I'll see you there cucumber." Then he flew away.

"I'm a pickle, not a cucumber!"