After the defeat of Mr. PC, the Veggie-boys were completely famous. Everyone wanted a autograph, because it was worth more than a million dollars. Robbie and Matt were worn out from writing, and Matt’s wrist was spraining and covering in pen ink. Last Saturday, a tourist mob had demanded a couple of pictures with the superheroes, and Robbie and Matt had to fly away to save themselves from getting trampled. “I’m so tired,” Robbie complained, resting on his chair in his house. Matt was no better. His hair was all scraggly, and he looked like a homeless person, except with a superhero costume on.
“This needs to stop,” groaned Matt. His pet Waffle, (Which Robbie had found in a deserted alleyway) was licking Matt’s hair, so instead of looking like a homeless person, he looked like a punk rock-star.
Robbie got, and turned on the television. The news channel came to live, and the usual reporter, Matt Samson, blabbered into the microphone. “It appears that a huge rainstorm has passed over Florida, and is heading toward Kentucky,” Samson said. “Some scientists have detected large amounts of soda that has replaced the rain.”
Robbie looked at Matt, who had eyes as wide as dinner plates. “We better get ready! This might be a villain that needs to be defeated!” Robbie and Matt raced off, with Waffle trailing behind them.