Ice-cold rain pouring outside. But that doesn’t matter to The Turbo3.
We have missions!
Three-houses to build, weapon-sticks to find and try.
Rocks of every color and shape to lay patterns with.
I don my muscle-suit, mask, cape and matching sneakers.
Then go looking for my little brother.
He is in the kitchen practicing potions with mommy.
-”You might be a superhero, but you catch colds just like other kids”, mom says.
“Go don your woollys!”
I know that look. No point in arguing. So I go back to my room.
And make myself ready as one of The Turbo-Itchy3.
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