MC Shank awoke from his nap with a startle. Normally when one is woken, it is because one thing in particular has disturbed their sleep. MC Shank was startled mostly because there were two things bothering him.
The first was that his hero-phone was buzzing out of control on his chest, and the second was that his dog was lapping his face, apparently awaiting a mid-afternoon walk.
"Hello?" said Shank in a state of post-slumber stupor.
"Yo" answered the voice on the other end. The voice belonged to Broseph, another member of the league of cooler superheroes (LoCS). "We've got a problem that might need some fixing"
"Where?" asked MC Shank, now alert and ready to fight inadequacy.
"Concord. The Pirate Queen is planning something big, and she must be stopped."
"I'm on it" said MC Shank, pulling on his hero-belt over his Levi's in a hurry. "I'll pick you up at your house in ten minutes."
Shank ran out to his truck, a serene, black, 1998 Ford Ranger with an extended cab, for carting around other superheroes whose parents wouldnt let them borrow the car. The truck started on the first turn of the key, which meant good luck, and off he sped into the distance, not knowing about the epic adventure which lay ahead.
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