For years during every thunderstorm I rushed

For years during every thunderstorm I rushed to mix chemicals in front of any available window, hoping that, by some miracle, the accident that gave the Flash his powers would be

recreated and I too would become FLASH, ah, ah, savior of the universe! All that had happened so far was two severe chemical burns and a forfeited rental deposit. But tonight

was gonna be a REAL good night. Don't stop me now! I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah...200 degrees, that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit. I'm traveling at the speed of light. I

am a photon, obviously, because only they can travel that fast. Still, it was getting hot here, which led to

crime, pestilence and general riots. They huddled under the awning of the church, trying to get out of the line of fire.

Behind them, a heavy wooden door squeaked. They turned and saw a hand beckoning them in. "Quick," Pastor Montoya instructed, "you'll be safe in here." Once inside, the pastor

had them on their knees in a confessional, wrists tightly wrapped to the grate with an iron rosary. "So we meet again Cardinal Fang!" "I should have known it was you Ninja Pope!"

"Mwahahahahaaaaahahahaaahahahhaaahahaaaaaa!" Ninja Pope added just to irritate Cardinal Fang, right before he cut him loose. "Now let's get out of here!" They vaulted over a moat &

a couple of abandoned KFC chain outlets, then got into their moose-propelled underground rocket & fled the country back to Switzerspain where they both belonged, once & for all.