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S.U.P.E.R. #4 - It's What's (and Who's) on the Inside that Counts!
Written by G. Scheaffer and C. Carey
Edited by G. Scheaffer
Art by L. Rasmussen


The sun rises on the next morning, shining light into the room where all five of the regressed heroes sleep.  The cubs begin waking up more simultaneously today, The Gargoyle being stirred first as his bed is practically right under the window.  By the time Scalesworth comes in, they are all already sitting up and rubbing their eyes sleepily.  
"Good morning," he begins, "how did you all-? ...???"
The butler then stops himself as he catches a strong scent in the air.  He lifts his snout and sniffs some more, wrinkling it a bit afterwards.
"Oh dear...is that what I think it is?"
All of the cubs' eyes widen at this, looking to each other before sniffing the air themselves.  When Gargoyle picks up the scent, he cringes and shivers a bit, thinking he knows what it is too.
"Oh noooooo...not THAT!"
Bandit, now afraid to take a whiff himself, covers his nose with his paws.
"Is it really that bad?"
The hatchling looks back and down to where his diaper seat is under his sleeper, noticing that it seems to be bulging more than normal.  He decides to pat his diaper seat, and in doing so he feels something warm and mushy press against his bottom.
"I think it IS that bad..."
The other cubs pat their seats and discover the same thing, all of them blushing deeply in embarrassment.  Scalesworth nods and clears his throat, having his suspicions confirmed by the others.
"So we ARE messy then?  We'd better start the changing before you all get rashes.  Who's first?"
Bandit volunteers again, and the butler lifts him up.  He carries the stinky raccoon over to the table and lays him down to begin changing.  As he unbuttons and folds up the flaps of Bandit's onesie, the old lizard discovers the large yellow discoloration on the cub's diaper front as well.
"Hmm, looks as though you're very wet too.  It would seem that your new diapers were just barely able to hold everything."
"Well," Bandit shyly replies as he twiddles his paws, "I WAS always told I was a wetting machine..."
"Is that so?"
Scalesworth untapes and carefully removes the full padding, disposing of it in the nearby pail.
"Yeah..."  Bandit curls up a bit and turns bright red with embarrassment.
"How is it you remember that, if you don't mind me asking?"
The butler continues the change by wiping and powdering Bandit as he replies.
"My parents used to tell me that...because I basically used the bathroom a lot growing up..."
"I see..."
Done with the cleaning, Scalesworth then gets a fresh diaper of the same brand as yesterday and tapes it snugly onto the little coon.
"And also," Bandit blushed, "it was because I wet the bed a lot..."
"Ahhhh, well at least we won't have to worry about THAT very much."
Scalesworth chuckles as he pats the front of the coon's fresh padding before lifting him back up.
"That's a good thing." Bandit replies as he smiles a little, his little tail pleasantly wagging a bit.
The butler puts Bandit down on the ground before looking to the others.
"Next?"
Stretch Paw-Strong then raises his paw, the old lizard scooping him up soon after.  He takes the Akita pup to the table, lays him down, and opens the bottom of his onesie to reveal the used padding.
"Hmm, seems like your situation is just as bad."
Stretch blushes a tad, but Scalesworth reassures him soon after.
"Not to worry, at this rate everyone will likely be in the same situation."
The former flexible hero nods and looks away as he's changed, trying not to show his embarrassment.  Once the change is done, he breathes a sigh of relief.
"There we go."  Scalesworth nods before lifting up Stretch then putting him down next to Bandit.
The pup looks to the old lizard and bows politely.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure, Master Stretch."
Following the custom of the guests going first, Scalesworth then picks up Courage and Tabby for changing.  As he opens their attire to reveal the used padding underneath, it is revealed that their situation is neither better nor worse.  As the wolf pup and kitten blush brightly, the butler cleans and changes them without difficulty.
While that change is finishing up, Gargoyle is shyly waiting in a seated position on his bed, too grossed out to move more and further feel the mess in his pants.  Soon, however, he feels his stomach gurgle slightly before the momentary sensation of nature calling quickly moves to his midsection.  The poor hatchling is then forced to tense up and grunt, another movement making its way out into his already full padding.
"Uhhh...Scalesworth?  I'm making mooooore...better hurryyyy..."
Before much longer, Gargoyle leans forward a bit to make room as his already bulging diaper seat grows even more underneath his sleeper.  Bandit realizes what's happening and quickly covers his nose.  Now finished with Courage and Tabby, Scalesworth chuckles and heads over to the making hatchling.  He scoops up the grunting Gargoyle and pats his growing seat.
"Well, you always were quite the stinker, Master Drake."
The others softly giggle, making Gargoyle even more red in the face as he's carried off to the table.  Scalesworth lays him down gently and waits for him to finish, the hatchling quickly doing so after another grunt and the spreading of his legs.
"Ahhhh...much better now...  Alright, do your thing Scalesworth."
The butler nods and quickly opens up the sleeper, retrieving the full diaper and carefully disposing of it.  After that, Gargoyle is efficiently cleaned and changed into a fresh snug diaper, Scalesworth nodding once he is finished.
"There we are.  Now it is time for breakfast."
The other cubs nod and smile, eager to fill their grumbling tummies.  Still holding Gargoyle, the old lizard looks down to them.
"I can take one more downstairs, if anyone else wants to be carried."
Wanting to avoid the embarrassingly-difficult descent from yesterday, Bandit raises his paw first.  
"Alright then."  Scalesworth nods, picking up Bandit and then proceeding to carry both cubs downstairs.
"Guess we're climbing down again then."  Tabby blushed.
She starts waddling out of the room, and Courage soon follows her.  Stretch, however, stays behind for a moment and tries his powers once again.  But still, nothing happens.
"Hmm...still nothing..."
"Sorry Stretch," Tabby says as she looks back to him, "but we're the same way."
The Akita pup nods and follows the others downstairs.

In the first-floor dining room, Scalesworth puts all of the cubs in their boosted chairs.  The Gargoyle is happy about the scenario as usual, but Bandit also is this time.
"Can't wait to see what's for breakfast today!"
Scalesworth nods and smiles.
"We shall go a little easier on you five heroes today with just some bottles of formula."
"Sounds good."
Nodding again, the butler goes into the kitchen to retrieve the cubs' breakfast.
"So," Stretch begins, "what should we do today, after breakfast?"
Tabby thinks for a moment before answering him.
"Well, Scalesworth said Gargoyle's tech supplier was coming today."
"I hope my parents are coming as well..."  Bandit adds, twiddling his paws.
Scalesworth comes back in wheeling a food cart with a bunch of baby bottles on top of it.  As he moves around the table, the butler serves a color-coded bottle to each cub.  The little heroes quickly lift their bottles afterwards and start drinking.  
"Mm...Yummy!"
As the cubs are drinking their breakfast, the doorbell rings throughout the mansion.  Scalesworth perks up and begins heading toward the front door.
"I'll get it."
He turns the knob and opens the door, revealing on the porch a plump male red fox between 40 and 50 years of age.  The fox is dressed in formal attire with a lab coat draped over it, as well as a pair of glasses that rest upon his muzzle.
"Ah, Gizmo!"  Scalesworth pleasantly proclaims.  "Please come in, we've been expecting you."
"I imagine you have," the fox chuckles, "as you called me."
"And for good reason.  We're in need of your brilliance once again."
"He-he, I expected as much."
Scalesworth moves aside as Gizmo hauls his large suitcase into the mansion's hall, then the butler closes the door behind him.
"I gotta say," Gizmo adds, "I've become a little interested in what you told me over the phone.  Has Drake really been AGE regressed?  I mean, it hardly seems possible is all; even with all my knowledge I'm nowhere close to cracking something like that."
"Oh, you shall see.  Come right this way, the team is currently having breakfast."
Gizmo lifts his suitcase once again to follow the butler into the dining room.  All of the cubs have finished their bottles by this point, and they look over to the opening when the two come back into view.
"Heroes," Scalesworth begins as he gestures toward the fox, "this is Gizmo Vulpez, our tech supplier.  He wanted to take a look at you all and see if he could help."
"Hey Gizmo!"  The Gargoyle shouts happily.
The other heroes wave and greet him as well, meanwhile the fox adjusts his glasses and looks to them all with extreme fascination.  He looks to each of them, sometimes taking a few moments to figure out which hero they were.
"Let's see...that's you Gargoyle, hello again.  That's Stretch Paw-Strong...Invisi-Bandit...Telepath Tabby...and...Courage Wolf?  Wow, so it's TRUE then!  You've all really been reverted into CUBS!"
The heroes blush and shyly nod in response, meanwhile the fox's astonishment morphs into an inspired smile.
"How...fascinating!  If I could just...I MUST...run a few tests..."
The fox excitedly slams his suitcase onto the dining table and opens it up, starting to remove his tools of the trade from it.
"What kind of tests?"  Tabby asks, a little shy and now nervous.
"Oh, there are lots of things I can do!  Physicals, reflex testing, scans...  I think it would be most useful if I took some blood samples too!"
At that point Gizmo starts removing needles and syringes from his case, delightfully humming to himself.  As the little heroes become more and more uncomfortable with the situation, Scalesworth cautions the fox.
"Keep in mind that they ARE just cubs now, Gizmo..."
"Oh, not to worry!  I've worked on experiments involving children before."
"Experiments?" Courage gulps.
"Don't worry," Gizmo proclaims with a smile, "you're all gonna be fine."
Bandit blushes and fidgets in his seat.
"Somehow I doubt that..."
The fox continues setting things up by the dining table, but Scalesworth stops him and ushers him downstairs.
"I will help set Gizmo up in the lab downstairs."  The old lizard says as he looks back to the heroes.  "You can start coming down when you're ready."
"Yes, sir."
With that, Scalesworth and Gizmo are out of sight.  Having finished his bottle along with the others, Gargoyle looks to Bandit with a smile.
"Hey Bandit, wanna head down together?"
"Yeah okay, sure."
The two cubs climb down from their boosted chairs and head downstairs.

Downstairs, Gizmo has setup a couple of counters: one to keep all of his experimenting tools on, and the other for the test subjects to sit upon.  The fox, now seated at Gargoyle's supercomputer, turns the chair around when he hears the pitter-patter of cub feet coming down the stairs.
"Oh hey you two!"
Bandit and Gargoyle waddle into the Dwelling and up to Gizmo.
"We're here," the little raccoon says, "let's get it over with..."
"Alright!"
The fox grunts a bit as he gets back onto his feet, smiling down at the two heroes.
"Well...Gargoyle didn't have any powers to begin with...and I'd like to think I know him well enough to not do tests.  So, let's start with you, Invisi-Bandit."
He scoops Bandit up and carries him over with him to the tables, sitting the cub on the table on his crinkly rump.
"We'll just have you stay right here, okay?"
Bandit nods as Gizmo removes a stethoscope from his suitcase, putting it around his neck afterwards.
"Would it be alright if I ask you to remove your clothes?  Don't worry; you can keep your diaper on."
"Sure."  The raccoon cub shyly replies.
"Alright, can you do that while I get everything ready?"
Nodding again, Bandit then reaches down to the buttons on his onesie and detaches them.  Next, he pulls the garment up and over his head to take it off, setting it aside on the table.  Gizmo, in the meantime, sets up the rest of his tools, which include syringes and a small reflex-testing hammer.  Sensing his test subject's increasing anxiety, the fox smiles to Bandit and gives him some pats on the head.
"Just relax.  I'm not gonna hurt ya."
The cub nods and tries to calm himself in response.
"We'll start simple and easy, okay?"  Gizmo continues with a smile, lifting the end of his stethoscope and applying it to Bandit's bare chest.  "So tell me, how did this villain age regress you?"
"He emitted some sort of cloud substance...or something...."
The former hero breathes steadily as Gizmo listens and continues, reapplying the stethoscope to different areas.
"Hmm, interesting...  And when you were regressed, you lost your powers too?"
"Yeah."
"I see..."  He stops for a moment to take note of Bandit's response, then he looks back up to the raccoon.  "So, what were your powers?"
"My powers were magic-based.  Spells and stage magic and the like."
"Any particular way you activated them, or that they were powered?"
"I activate them by will."
"Hmm..."
Gizmo leaves the stethoscope around his neck and grabs the reflex hammer next, gently hitting it on Bandit's knees.  In doing so, he finds the cub's reflexes still react normally.
"Alright, that looks good.  There doesn't seem to be any damage to reflexes and motor skills, which is interesting."
He puts the hammer back on the table before returning to Bandit.
"Now, to try and make something to help you, I'm going to take a blood sample and study it, okay?  It's not any special treatment; I'm going to be doing it to all of your friends.  Well, except for Drake here.  I've still got a lot of blood samples from him."
Gizmo chuckles a bit and Gargoyle hangs his head a bit in shame, knowing that the blood samples he took were from every defeat or close call he's experienced over time.  They were from whenever The Gargoyle needed help.
Bandit agrees to have a sample taken, then the fox smiles and gets his syringe ready.
"Alright, just extend your arm for me."
The raccoon does as he's told and extends an arm out, but he also looks away and keeps his eyes firmly shut in anticipation of the needle's puncture.
"It'll be over in a second," Gizmo tells him, "just stay still for me."
The fox quickly and carefully applies the needle into Bandit's arm, drawing enough blood to fill the syringe.  Afterwards, he removes it and puts a little dot-shaped Band-Aid on the puncture.
"There, all done!"
"Whew," Bandit sighs as he lowers his arm, "thank goodness..."
Gizmo gets up and takes the full syringe over to the other table.  Then, he picks up a test tube and squeezes the syringe's contents into it before sealing it up.
"Alright, thanks!  I'll take a look at this and hopefully come up with a solution for your...age-challenged state.  And Drake, I'll also be working on some new tech that'll help you."
"Okay, thanks."
"No problem.  Go ahead and send one of your buddies down next, okay?"
Bandit nods and, with a little help from Scalesworth, gets his clothes back on.  Afterwards, the butler takes both him and Gargoyle back upstairs.

Stretch volunteers to go next and Scalesworth brings him down to the Dwelling.  The Akita pup doesn't look at all nervous when Gizmo turns to him and takes him from the butler.  Even so, he doesn't say anything initially.
"Hey there!"  The fox greets Stretch as he's taken from Scalesworth's grasp.
The former hero still says nothing, but he still shows no anxiety.  Gizmo's temperament doesn't change as a result, however, and he takes Stretch over to the table and sits him down.  Then, he removes the pup's onesie before taking his stethoscope and beginning to check his heartbeat.
"So...Invisi-Bandit told me that he lost his powers from the regression.  Does the same go for you?"
"Yes."
"So what were your powers, and how did you activate them?"
"I was born with my powers.  I had to be trained in order to master them, and I activate them by concentrating."
Gizmo leans back in his chair, perplexed.
"Hmm...  So, even though you've had your powers all along, they haven't been working ever since you've been regressed?"
"That's correct."
"Interesting...very interesting...  That's definitely something I'll have to look into."
He then tests Stretch's reflexes, once again finding them to be normal.
"Alright, well do you mind if I took a bit of your blood for testing?  With some proper research and analysis, I might be able to reverse some of the effects of...whatever's happened to you."
Stretch simply nods.
"Do what you must."
"Alrighty," Gizmo responds as he gets the syringe out, "just hold out your arm for me.  It'll only take a second."
Stretch holds out his arm for the fox, who quickly and carefully applies the needle to extract some blood.  After taking the proper amount, he removes the needle and once again covers the puncture.
"Alright, thanks for your cooperation!  Hopefully I'll be able to help."
"Of course."  Stretch nods and then bows in appreciation.
"Please send the next cub down."

Next, Courage and Tabby decide to come down together.  Gizmo greets them as he did with the others, then he decides to look at Tabby first and sits her on top of the table.
"So, Telepath Tabby...  Your powers were based around your mental prowess, correct?"
"That's right."
"Well, and forgive me for saying this...but it makes the most sense to me that YOUR powers wouldn't be working, considering how the brain normally isn't fully developed at your new age and all..."
"B-But Mr. Vulpez," Tabby responds as she becomes both scared and offended, "I don't think Grandfather Clock's power MENTALLY regressed us!  My mind still feels as clear as it ever has, and we have all been acting normally.  Well...for the most part anyway."
"Yeah," Courage adds, "I'm not sure I could identify what thinking like a pup would feel like, but I'm pretty sure the state we're in isn't it."
Gizmo leans back in his chair as he ponders.
"Well that's true...  And if the others are any indication, all of your powers don't seem to work, regardless of their orientation or activation.  So, I wonder what could cause all of your powers to be negated with the same display of this villain's power..."
In search of an answer, the fox begins to test on Tabby, checking her heartbeat and reflexes.  As with the others, those seem perfectly normal.  He also sets up a sort of head scanner and puts the kitten through it, beginning to study the results as they pop up on the supercomputer screen.
"Hmm...this is very interesting..."
"What is it?"  Tabby asks, still sitting atop the tall table.
"Well it's not much," Gizmo replies as he turns to her again, "but there seems to be a sort of...change of focus...in your brain waves.  The brain itself is sending more toward the area of the brain that deals with emotions and seems to have tweaked it a bit.  Other than that, your brain is still perfectly intact."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, to put it simply...it sort of increases the odds of you suddenly acting like a cub.  Spontaneous crying or giggling, things like that.  It's not like it's completely random; it more-so dramatizes reactions to social cues, skewing them one way or the other.  I expect it to have happened to all of you.  It's probably a result of Grandfather Clock's powers as well.  Could've been an ATTEMPT at mental regression...but I'm not sure...  Have you two noticed any instances of that happening?"
Courage and Tabby look to each other, both of them thinking of a certain hatchling that's been enjoying their situation a little too much.
"Come to think of it," Tabby chuckles as she returns her glance to Gizmo, "we have."
"Alright.  And it's nothing serious; I don't think it's growing or spreading.  It's just a slight change."
The two cubs nod, letting the fox continue.
"Well, in order to continue my pursuit of a solution here, I'm going to need a blood sample from you Ms. Tabby."
"I understand."
She extends an arm and Gizmo extracts the necessary amount of blood, putting the liquid into a test tube afterwards.
"Alright, thanks for your cooperation.  Now, it's Courage Wolf's turn."
The fox puts Tabby back on the ground before lifting Courage up onto the table.
"So, the one and only Courage Wolf...  Your superpowers were flight and super strength, essentially."
Courage just nods, giving Gizmo the go-ahead to continue.
"Your lack of powers makes a lot of sense too, as all your muscles seem to have been replaced with baby fat.  But yours is especially interesting when considering the activation of your powers."
The fox begins to pace a bit as he explains.
"Now, you say that your strength comes from all the courage and good will of those around you.  While your friends' superpowers have come from internal forces - will, concentration, and mental sharpness - your powers have come from an EXTERNAL force.  With that in mind, it's especially perplexing how this Grandfather Clock was able to cut you off from that power.  It's an ENTIRELY different way to go about things, and yet this villain was able to do it for all of you in one fell swoop.  It's astounding..."
Courage nods again, although shyly this time, as it seems every new discovery makes Grandfather Clock seem even more powerful than previously thought.  Gizmo proceeds to run his tests on the pup, finding once again normal heartbeat and reflexes.
"Alright, all that seems fine.  Can I take a blood sample?"
"You can try," Courage tells him, "but my skin is often hard to puncture."
"Well, with the rest of your powers currently gone, I hardly think THAT would be the ability that sticks around."
He applies the needle to the former hero's extended arm, and it goes in just as easily as with the others.  
"There, no tougher to puncture than the rest."
He begins drawing the blood as the pup looks away in shame.  During the blood drawing, however, Gizmo is shocked when he finds Courage's blood comes out black as opposed to the expected red.
"Black blood, huh?  Just what are you, exactly?"
"He's not originally from our world," Tabby tells him, "and he's not even really a fur.  He eventually morphed into what he is...or, was."
"So let me get this straight...he's not even...?  Then how could he...?  You know what, let's just not go there.  That adds yet ANOTHER level to the intricacy here, and my head's starting to hurt.  MY head's starting to hurt.  I'll just...figure that out with my research."
He removes the needle and puts a dot-shaped Band-Aid on Courage's puncture, then puts the acquired black blood into a test tube.
"Probably don't need to label this one.  I doubt I'll get it confused with the others."

Scalesworth comes back up carrying Tabby and Courage, followed by Gizmo as he hauls his packed suitcase upstairs.
"Alright," the fox proclaims once he's at the top of the stairs, "I think I have all I need.  I'll just need a week or two to look these samples over and see what I can do."
Scalesworth nods as he puts the two cubs down.
"Very well, Gizmo.  Take as much time as you need."
He then leads the suitcase-toting guest back to the front door and opens it for him.  Gizmo looks back and waves to the watching cubs.
"I'll see you all then!"
They all bid him goodbye before he leaves, Scalesworth closing the door behind him.  
"He does good work," The Gargoyle says optimistically, "I'm sure he'll come up with something."
"Yeah," Bandit replies, "I hope so."

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LATER THAT DAY...

The sun is now setting and it's quickly becoming a little too late for any other reasonable visitors to come to Devens Manor.  Overwhelmed with anxiety and uncertainty, Bandit is slumped in his boosted seat at the table, not knowing what to do and unable to do anything he could decide upon.  A few of the other heroes are the same way, stuck in a stagnant state.
Then, the doorbell rings.
Everyone's head turns toward the door as a response, and Scalesworth forms a smile as he gets up.
"I believe I know who that is..."
The old lizard opens the door once he reaches it, and he reveals behind it a pair of raccoons that are middle-aged to old.  One a male while the other is female, they both are traditionally dressed and seem very confused and concerned.  The woman of the two is the one that perks up and looks to the butler in the doorway.
"Oh, hello!  Sorry to bother you, but umm, we were invited here?  There's something about...our son?"
"Oh yes, yes!  Austin and June Ringtail, I presume?  Please come in; we've been expecting you."
The two raccoons shyly shuffle into the entrance hall, looking around curiously.  
"Please wait here," Scalesworth tells them, "and I shall be right back."
The butler then returns to the dining area, looking in toward the cubs.
"Oh Master Bandit, won't you please come to the door?"
Looking up to him, Bandit nods and waddles over.  Afterwards, the little coon is led into the entry hall, where he sees the two elders.  Gargoyle stays around the corner, peeking out to watch.  While the two older raccoons look to Bandit and gasp with widened eyes, the cub starts to tear up.
"Mother! Father!"
"Son?"  The male raccoon named Austin asks.  "What happened to you?!  You're a cub again!"
"It's...a long story..."
The parents run to their cub and scoop him up into their arms.
"We didn't hear from you for a while; we were so worried something might've happened!"
"Well," Bandit replies shyly, "something did."
"Well at least you're alright honey," June the mother adds, "that's what's important."
"And having you two here makes it better."
He embraces them tightly, and they do the same right back.  Smiling upon the sight, Scalesworth cuts in.
"We've been keeping your son here for security purposes.  I can assure you he is quite safe here.  He just couldn't stand to be away from you for that long, however, so I promised to lead you here."
"You can trust him," Bandit tells them, "I promise."
Austin smiles, looking around the place.
"It DOES seem like you're in good paws..."
"Oh definitely.  I just wanted to make sure you two knew that I was okay."
"And thank you for bringing us here to let us know."  June says before hugging him again.
Bandit, of course, hugs back as his little tail crinkle wags about.  The butler lets the heart-warming moment continue for a few more moments before clearing his throat.
"Well, I could offer to let your parents stay here, if you'd like...although that will ultimately be up to Master Drake..."
Considering this for a moment, the raccoon cub returned his gaze to his parents.
"Are you two okay with staying here?"
"Well," Austin answers, "it would get us away from that terrible landlord for a while."
"Plus," June also contributes, "I think it could be fun taking care of little you all over again!  We could even help take care of your other little friends too!"
His mother's statement instantly brings to Bandit's mind all the things his parents could do to embarrass him, causing him to blush deeply.
"I-I suppose that'll be good too..."
"Alright," Scalesworth replies, "now we need to see what Master Drake says about it."
The hatchling finally speaks up from his spot peeking around the corner, smiling wide and crinkle wagging a bit himself.
"Of course they can stay!  My good friend needs his family."
Bandit blushes a bit in response, then his mother holds him a little tighter and smiles.  Accepting his master's answer, Scalesworth clears his throat again and looks to the Ringtails.
"Come then, we shall get you two settled into a guest room."

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MEANWHILE, AT GRANDFATHER CLOCK'S MOUNTAIN LAIR...

Over the course of the day, Malice and Lightning Jack were allowed more down time as Grandfather Clock mainly remained in his own room, likely tending to his "souvenir" from Barkgate Prison.  As the day was coming to an end, however, Grandfather emerged and called the two other villains together for information.  It was at this point that Lightning Jac revealed his ace in the hole...

"So let me get this straight," Malice growls, "you've known the secret identity of your arch enemy for a long time now and have kept it to yourself???"
Jack just sits back, relaxed in his seat in front of Grandfather's desk with a smug grin.
"You bet.  I liked to think of it as my failsafe, my secret weapon.  I mean, it IS the one thing that would bring him down.  Instead of just putting it out there as soon as I found out...I preferred the option of holding onto it and being able to bust it out whenever I saw fit."
Jack ignores the growling Malice and looks to Grandfather Clock.
"But no need to apply force or anything, G.C.  I feel safe in saying that this is the time to bust it out.  That relic thinks he can hide, but we're gonna show him that he's dead wrong."
Sitting at his desk, the turtle nodes and grins along with Jack.
"Indeed we shall."
Then suddenly, Malice roars and stands to confront Jack.  At the same time, Jack gets up and aims his shocking hands at Malice.
"You fool!"  The hulking black wolf growls.  "Grandfather Clock wants information out of us, and you nearly kept something from him???  Imagine what would've happened if your arrogance decided to hold onto that information even longer!"
"You obviously don't think things through.  Huge muscles, but a teeny-tiny brain."
"Grandfather Clock," Malice grunts as he steps closer to the eel, "forgive me, but I cannot work with someone who puts himself at risk just to feed his own ego."
"Aww," Jack teases, "you don't have to quit just for me.  Come now, I think the BAD DOG just needs a SHOCK collar.  What do ya say, G.C.?"
As the two other villains remain face-to-face, Grandfather Clock gets up from his desk seat and steps up to them to break them up.
"Come now.  You both have some good points.  Jack, if I DID find out that you were keeping information from me, it would NOT have gone well for you...  And Malice, if Jack didn't have any information to speak of, and you didn't either...it wouldn't have gone well for EITHER of you.  Now, you two remember that."
Jack and Malice back off and hang their heads in defeat.  Grandfather Clock smiles and wraps his arms over their shoulders.
"There we are.  All resolved.  Now, gentlemen, get some rest.  And in the morning, we attack DEVENS MANOR!"


SO THE TEAM OF VILLAINS NOW KNOWS WHERE TO FIND OUR HELPLESS HEROES!
HOW WILL THE CUBS GET OUT OF THIS ONE???
FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON ANOTHER INSTALLMENT OF S.U.P.E.R.!!!
Continuing, this chapter ends this boring section of stuff. 
Next chapter will be interesting, we promise! 

Also, we've had serious trouble coming up with chapter titles for this story, just all throughout. 
Hopefully that corrects itself as we move further along.



There are around 30 chapters -- or issues, to go along with the comic format -- planned for the main story, and within that there are still gaps to fill.
Spin-offs or character focus stories will be separated from this storyline by title.

As stated on our profile page, this story will feature a lot of Baby Fur content and diaper usage as it progresses.
If you are not into those things, we still encourage you to KEEP READING!  We aspire to keep an even balance between Baby Fur content and superhero/comic content, so there should be plenty of entertainment for everyone!
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Bro, I beg you to make them last longer and enjoy the lives of infants in child care without mentioning about maturity and heroism.