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"Yes, they've been doing a lot of exercises lately."

Pause.

"Well, no, they've been pretty busy ever since the Revolution closed, and
haven't had..."

Pause.

"But..."

Pause.

"But..."

Pause.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it. But since I can't leave the mansion, who should
supervise them?"

Pause.

"You have got to be kidding me. All right, I'll ask him. Hey, Narrator?"

Yes?

"Would you mind keeping an eye on the kids for a while?"

No problem.

                         Teen Team #15
                How We Spent Summer's Vacation
                         Chapter One
                              or
  Help! I've fallen out of continuity, and I can't get up!!
                              by
                         Mason Kramer
                  mkramer@mail.tea.texas.gov
                      Comments Welcome

"Helloooooooooooooooooooooooooo, California!" shouted Roger as he stepped
through the door of the plane. He waited until the door opened and the other
passengers started disembarking before he continued on. "A whole week of fun
in the sun, without supervision! I'm telling you, if I weren't a ghost, I'd
be in Heaven!"

Samantha stepped off the plane and said, "Don't you have that backwards?"

"Will you please knock it off with the ghost jokes? Yeesh!" exclaimed Summer
as she exited the plane.

Mason followed her, sighing. The past month had not changed his infatuation
of his new teammate one bit.

Maria followed him, sighing. The past month had not changed her infatuation
of her old teammate one bit.

Timmy followed her, sighing. The past month had shown him that there were at
least two idiots on the team, if not more.

The last one off the plane was the Nightmare. She looked nervous, and
relieved to be back on solid ground.

Charlie was sitting in front of the stairs for the plane, waiting. He'd
flown ahead after they entered Californian airspace to check things out.

Okay, checklist time. Timmy, Summer, Mason, Samantha, Maria, Roger, Charlie,
Nightmare. Okay, we're all here!

"Great," Samantha said in her most sarcastic tone as she mounted her
Nightmare. "You mind telling me which way to the beachhouse, then? We'll
meet you there."

Now c'mon, Sam. You know I promised Melvin that I'd keep an eye on all of
you.

Samantha rolled her eyes and said, "Let me get this straight. You're a
Pan-Dimensional Narrator, correct? Able to see anything, anywhere?"

Well, yes...

"Then you can watch me and the others at the same time, right?"

It doesn't always work that way. I can only see what the Author wants the
Readers to see.

Mason jumped in with, "Which is usually the important stuff, yes?"

Yes.

"So that means that, first of all, the Author must feel this bit is
important, and second of all, you wouldn't be able to watch Samantha by
herself unless it was important."

Right...

"Which means that you'd be able to watch her right now, even though she left
while we were talking," Mason smirked.

Dowh! Quickly I scanned the area. While I was looking, the car arrived, and
the kids got in. Mighty Dog jumped into the front seat with the driver, and
the Team climbed into the back two seats.

Timmy exclaimed, "Now *this* is a car! Where the heck did Melvin get the
money to afford something like this, even for a week?" He immediately
started playing with the buttons.

Summer answered, "Probably the same way he could afford some of the
equipment at Stately Ward Manor. Do you know how much a computer system like
that costs these days?"

"$5,950,000, give or take a hundred thousand," sighed Mason.

"Oh, Mason, you're so smart," sighed Maria.

"Oh, Elvis, I'm going to be sick," muttered Timmy.

Guys, I'll meet you back at the beach house, okay? I need to go find Sam.
When you get to the beachhouse, wait for me. Get it?

"Got it," they said in five part harmony.

Good.

As soon as I left, Mighty Dog decided to fly to the house under his own
power, leaving the others in the car. Don't ask me how I knew that even
though I wasn't there; it's a trade secret.

 -

Mid-September is just as much like summer as summer can be in the early days
of fall in California, so it was no surprise that the beach was crowded.
Overly muscle-bound idiots were showing off for scantily-clad idiots. And
vice versa. Much tanning was occurring, of course.

There are some tanners now. Muscle Bound, Scantily clad ones. Their
intelligence will be left to the hypothetical observer.

The first was pretty stunningly tan, with a twelve centirad tan. The second
was even more stunningly tan, with a fifteen centirad tan. Both were wearing
spandex minimicro bikini bottoms. Being male, they had forgone the tops.

"Hey, like, dude?" asked the first, turning his head a micro-inch or two, to
maintain the proper amount of sunlight on his nose.

"Yeah, dude?" asked the second, staying perfectly still, save for his lips
which he had to move in order to respond.

"Like have you, like, seen, you know, like, Rad lately?"

The second lay there for a moment, squinting his forehead to make wrinkles,
which he cleared before they could tan that way. "Naw, dude." Satisfied that
he had come up with the correct answer, he turned all his mental energy back
to aiding his tan. (Note: these two are trained professionals. Do not
attempt to tan with mental energy at home.)

The first who, for convenience sake, and so I don't keep referring to as the
first, we will call 12, lay there for a moment, soaking up rays, then said,
"Like, what happened, like, to him, ya know?"

The arbitrarily named 15 lay there as though he hadn't heard the question.
12 decided after 15 minutes that he actually hadn't and repeated the
question. 15 finally answered, "Like, I dunno. Last I, like, heard is that
he was, like captured by space aliens, like, or, ya know, a supervillain."

"Bummer, dude."

"Yah."

They lay there for a moment, then simultaneously turned over, giving there
backs a chance to tan as well.

"You know, like, what, dude?" asked 15.

"Like, what, dude?"

15 turned his head and looked directly at 12. "We should, like, try to find
out and, I dunno, rescue him or, like, something, so he can, like, throw
another most righteous party, like, ya know?"

"Dude, I am, like, with you, you know?"

"So, like, where should we, like, start, dude?"

They lay in the sun a while longer, perhaps 20 minutes, perhaps 25, before
12 came up with an answer. "We need to, like, find a, you know, supervillain
and, like subdue him, and, like, make him tell us what happened to, like,
Rad."

"Dude, that is, like, the most excellent plan! But, if we're going to, like,
capture a supervillain, wouldn't that, like, make us superguys?"

12 turned on his side, as 15 did the same. "Dude, that would be so cool!
Yah! We'll be superguys just like Rad!"

"We could, like, call ourselves, I dunno, the Sun Worshipers, ya know, and,
like, fight crime or something."

"Dude, this sounds righteous!"

"Now all we, like, need is a supervillain."

12 said, "Oh. Bummer. Where are we, like, going to find one of those?"

Just then, Daydream Believer and Nightmare rode past.

"Wow, what a bodatious, like, babe, you know?" 12 commented.

15 looked and said, "Like ya, even if she is jailbait, like, and a
supervillain as well, dude."

"Oh, bogus." 12 rolled to his other side, then said, "Like, are you, like,
sure that she's a supervillain?"

15 looked at the receding figures. "Yeah, she, like, must be. Animals aren't
allowed on the beach, like, and they just went through the fence, like,
between this stretch of beach and the next."

"But, dude, we always go through the, like hole in the fence."

"But, dude, she didn't, like, use the hole, you know?"

"No way!"

"Way!"

"No way!"

"Way!"

"We could, like, argue for the rest of the, like, post, or we could, like,
chase her and like, find out, you know?"

They glanced at each other, then looked in the direction the Nightmare had
gone. They chorused, "Let's get her!", jumped up, grabbed their towels, tied
them around their necks, adjusted the towels so that they weren't cutting
off circulation to the brain, Elvis knows why they bothered, readjusted the
towels so that they weren't cutting off air, and finally dropped the towels
when they realized that they would interfere with the possibility of getting
a tan while they chased the assumed supervillain.

At long last, they gave chase.

 -

Further down the beach, about 10 feet on the other side of the
aforementioned wall, another scantily clad person was sunbathing, although
she was most definitely not muscle-bound. Intelligence ratings will,
however, be left up to the hypothetical observer.

Her tan was at 48 millirads, but she had to work part-time during the day,
which ate into the prime tanning times. So her tan was, while not stunning,
about average for a resident of L.A.

She was an actress who, in lean times, acted like a waitress while waiting
for the right part to come along. She tanned when she could, since pale
actresses were not currently in style.

She also had a secret. But we'll get into that in a bit. First, she has to
get upset, which won't happen until the next paragraph when her tanning is
interrupted.

Daydream Believer rode Nightmare through the wall, jumping over the actress
and continuing on toward the beach house. This had the misfortune to disrupt
the actress' tanning cycle, convincing her that now part of her back would
be lined incorrectly.

Moments later, another shadow passed over her, and she looked up to see
Mighty Dog blocking the sun from her view temporarily. He was moving quickly
however, and after he stopped blocking the sun, she was looking right into
it, which dazzled her for a moment.

Just as her eyes cleared, she was tripped over by two overly muscled,
scantily clad idiots who seemed to be chasing after the girl on the horse.
They picked themselves up, said, "Like, sorry, ya know, like, dude?" and
continued after Daydream Believer, hardly realizing that they had tripped
over a supervillainess.

"That does it!" she proclaimed, standing up and brushing the sand off her
shoulder. "I am through with the waitress/actress routine! Once again, it is
time for the world to quake in fear of (dramatic pause) Beach Bunny! Right
after I kill those blasted kids."

She stomped off toward the parking lot.

 -

Samantha and Nightmare were the third and second people to get to the
beachhouse, respectively. I shot them a withering stare as they came through
the wall.

"What? Nothing happened, right?" she said in response to the withering
stare. I, of course, was bound by the laws of my profession and could not
tell her, a main character, what I had witnessed on my way here, namely the
formation of the Sun Worshipers and the return of Beach Bunny, both in part
to her actions.

"Oh."

Of course, I couldn't stop her from listening to the narration.

"Uh, would it help if I said I was sorry?"

Oh, just open the patio door, before the next 5 seconds, okay?

Samantha walked over and opened the patio door just before Mighty Dog would
have flown through it.

"I would have opened it first, you know," he grumbled, looking in the
kitchen at the empty dog dish.

"Of course you would."

The others arrived in the car, and Samantha brought them up-to-date.

"You mean we came all the way to California, just to fight the bad guys? We
could do that back in Austin!" proclaimed Timmy, opening his luggage and
pulling out his costume.

Summer said, "Really! I was looking forward to working on my tan some, and
now this!" She smiled, however, and transformed into her hardsuit.

Mason watched the transformation with as much interest as he did the first
time she had done it in front of him, then sighed. If only he dared... but
no. Sighing again, he dug in his suitcase for his outfit.

Maria stripped off her outer layer of clothing, revealing her costume and
the fact that she was more prepared than any of the guys on the team. She
pulled on her mask and watched as Mason left the room to put on his costume.
She sighed. If only she dared....

Roger watched the interactions between the team, and sighed. He wished that
_one_ of them would do something, because he was tired of all the tension.
If he had shoulders, they would probably ache.

Mighty Dog said, "Um, aren't you overreacting a bit? It's just a couple of
muscle bound scantily clad id-people that made a slight error. I'm sure we
can explain..."

Suddenly, and without warning, the wall near the patio door exploded in
flame, and two muscle bound, scantily clad people walked through the wall.
"Surrender, or face the, like, wrath of (dramatic pause), like, the Sun
Worshipers!"

Everyone looked at Mighty Dog. "So, I'm wrong. Sue me."

WILL THEY SUE MIGHTY DOG?

WILL THEY LOSE THE DEPOSIT ON THE BEACH HOUSE BECAUSE OF THE HOLE IN THE
WALL?

WHO IS BEACH BUNNY?

WHO ARE THE SUN WORSHIPERS?

WHO AM I?

I'm the Author, and I insist that you keep reading... SUPERGUY!