A story of Triumph

Once upon a time.... In a land far, far away, I heard this story told.


It was the fourth of July weekend. In this distant place it was tradition to not only participate in firework watching but camp out overnight for a not-so-great-parade. But it had to be done. A group of friends gathered together in anticipation for the parade, willing to sacrifice their sleep... MILLIONS of people crawled the long parade route.. most of which never slept.


At around 3 o'clock A.M., the party started to die down for the most part- but not for this group of friends. These conniving little hoodlums decided to do something different... Throw water balloons

DON DON DONNNNN.

Who knows where they got the idea, and who knows why??


BUT THEY DID.


And so, they set out to enjoy pelting innocent bystanders with missiles filled with water. Their first targets were livid, but still calm enough to resist the temptation of going after the perpetrators. They stayed in their spots. The rest of the street watched on as they (almost in slow motion) hit a peddle biker whilst peddling. Now this biker wasn't and ordinary biker. He was SUPER BIKER MAN. He had a headlight. He had a hat. He had a cape (Hey, it's just what I was told). But most importantly, he had been drinking a special juice to make him super strong- and super angry.


The biker's fury was unleashed upon the occurrence of this wretched event. He knew justice needed to be served. As the car holding the group of fiends peeled away, he knew what had to be done. Peddle, peddle, peddle. He shot after the car, determined to memorize the license plate. What a guy! He just kept going. Right, left, straight... He even took shortcuts to overtake the car. I bet those within it have never been as scared of a biker as they were in that instant. After 7 blocks, the car had finally lost him. "PHEW" they must have thought, "We're safe!"


NOT SO FAST. Super Biker Man had, indeed, succeeded. XXX XXX. There it was, ingrained into his mind, the code to catching the evil missile launchers. So he went to the police officers (NOT police men, mind you) and explained this happening. Appalled, the police immediately started searching for any sign of this car.


The group of crazy, wanting-to-take-over-the-world-one-water-balloon-at-a-time friends laughed as they reveled in what had just been done. "Finally, our plan is underway. Super Biker Man has been taken down on account of tired legs and a lowered ego."
"Not to mention he lost his hat! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."


They drove around for only a while longer, then returning to the big parade route to map out their next pawns. Little did they know, they were BEING WATCHED. Slowly but surely, an officer pulled up behind them, trying to act all nonchalant. But he'd had it. This crime could not be undone nor ignored. So on went his siren and flashing red and blue lights.


With disbelief in each of their eyes, the power-craving group pulled their vehicle over. They knew they were done for.


As they stepped out of the car at the officers request, all of their hands met their new best friends.. Handcuffs.


"Now we've got you, you... you.. VILLAINS!" Exclaimed one of the officers, "You can no longer roam the streets TRYING to take over the world with water balloons! Hahahahahahah."


Silently they went. Everyone camping out watched as the police cars drove down the road, into the sunrise.


After all this, the parade still had to be done. Everyone in the city knew about the heroic acts of Super Biker Man, so they came up with the idea that he ride in the very front of the parade, representing those with hats and headlights and capes and magical juice near and far.


And that, my friends, is the story of how Super Biker Man conquered FOREVER the water balloon launching crazies.

THE END.