Operation: Master Plan
Back in class after a weekend of major super heroing, Zak was exhausted. His weekend was filled with activity. Now he was back in school. He had no breaks in his life.
Somewhere between Biology and Social Studies, Zak was talking to one of the friends that made over the past few weeks. His name was Lenard. He was about the same height as Zak with long blonde hair and he wore glasses. Something about him seemed to almost ring out lion hearted, and perhaps that is one reason that Zak found friendship in him. Lenard was in Zaks Social Studies class as well as in his Drama class.
So how is the girl situation going? Lenard asked, obviously referring to Aurora.
I have come up with a new plan. I call it Operation: Master Plan 4.
Four? What about the first three?
I already did them. You see, Operation: Master Plan 1 was the classic shy approach where I try to avoid the girl, Zak bel
JanitorAlf was working late that night, just as he always did. When youve worked on the job as long as he has, cleaning up other peoples messes was just another way to keep money in the pocket and pay off the bills. But it was the bigger problems in his life as a Junior High School Janitor that caused Alf to spend many nights awake and filled with worry.
The school was quiet. The kids had all gone home. The last of the teachers left at about six oclock. It was seven thirty and there was still much to do. Alf rung out the last bit of puke on the gymnasium floor. A kid must have eaten too much before coming to basketball practice. It looked like he had a few chocolate bars along with his snack, he thought, its good to have a bit of a sense of humour in a lonely job such as this. Too much candy bars wasnt the big problem that kept him up all night. It wasnt even something he was concerned about; if anything, it was the school nurses problem. No, the problem li
Chapter 18: Electric DefeatWow, those are some intriguing powers. What do you call yourself?
Actually, as you can probably imagine, with my unusual powers, finding a corny super villain name to go along with my powers is quite hard.
I see your point. Boy, you sure are in a pickle.
Aha! He exclaimed. The Pickle Hoarder!
No, said Zapblapoman, no. That most indubitably does not work.
Aha! The Unnamed Villain exclaimed. Captain Indubitable!
No, said Zapblapoman, no. It doesnt work like that either. You see, Captain is a super hero prefix. How about Doctor Indubitable?
No, said The Still Unnamed Villain, no. I cant do that, Doctor Rock owns that prefix in Edmonton.
Aha! Zapblapoman exclaimed. You are in league with Doctor Rock!
No, said The Still Unnamed Villain, no. Im not in league with him&
Chapter 17: StupidThe next day Zak got up and did his newly established routine. He then got on the bus and was actually on time for school. He got into Bio before Jimmy. When Jimmy did get to class, he sat in the empty chair beside Zak. The teacher began to talk, in the beginning of this class I will speak normal English, but as it progresses I will allow myself to slip more and more into the great language of Biology. Also, at that time I will be expecting you to start slipping into the language of Biology as well. By the end of this term, anyone who is caught speaking in English will owe twenty-five cents to me. The classs eyes went wide. We will start-off with the biological cycles of the world, such as the H2O cycle, the CO2 cycle, the O2 cycle, and the N2 cycle. For the most part, we are going through these cycles because they are part of the curriculum. The only real application of this part of the curriculum is if you are doing field research or higher levels of Biology i
Chapter 16: SchoolThree weeks had passed since the Back to School Festival and Zapblapomans first encounter with Evil Hamburger. The first of September was only two days away. ZBO-Man had been busy ensuring that the crime levels in the City of Champions were at an all time low. While Zapblapoman was doing this, it was Ned who was actually ensuring that he was prepared for the school term directly ahead of him. Ned got the eye contacts, and did all of the appropriate alterations to allow it to fit comfortably on the lens of ZBO-Mans eye. He bought all of the utensils that he would need in school. It was very essential that Zapblapoman kept up his reputation as a super hero, as well as inhibit all suspicions of his newly concocted secret identity.
A couple days after Zapblapoman got back from Red Deer, Ned and him were having a conversation and the mention of his new identity came up. In going back to school you can hardly expect me to go by the name of Zapblapoman. As much as I hate to
Chapter 15: Assumptions
Zapblapoman awoke. His head hurt. He slowly got up. It was evening. He felt hot, really hot. He was sweating, and his clothes were really uncomfortable. It was almost as though his clothes were made out of rubber. He looked around and found his clothes laying on the ground. If his clothes were on the ground, then why was he so hot in the evening. It must be that blasted global warming. It doesnt have the decency to make winter any warmer, but is fast to make night as warm as day.
I see that you have awakened. A screeching voice said behind him. You seem a bit confused. Please, allow me to introduce myself: I am Jeremy. Not necessarily the diabolic evil name you were expecting, but I assure you that it is only because I am no super villain, I am merely a mere henchman. Yes, a henchman with a British accent. A high-pitched one at that. Your situation is a trifle. You are encased in a suit of rubber. This suit, as it is quite logical, prevents you from
Chapter 14: Charge to Battle
Zapblapoman couldn't believe what he was hearing. The idea that Edmonton had declared war against Calgary seemed incredibly incredulous. He couldn't believe it, the only way that he could prove that Ned was telling the truth was by checking his phone messages. He walked over to the phone and checked his messages. Sure enough, there was a message for him:
"Hello Zapblapoman, I know for certain that your weird super hero senses, that you of course have, have already alerted you that we have officially declared war on Calgary. Now I am phoning you to ask: Will you fight in the name of Edmonton? Call me back as soon as you get this message to tell me your answer which is most obviously going to be yes, because you are a super hero and the protector of Edmonton, and all that is Right."
Zapblapoman stared at the phone. He waited a bit longer listening to see if the caller had anything else to add to his message. There was no more. Zapblapoman hung up the phone. "He didn't leave his name, or
TomorrowI remember when I was younger,
Dreaming of being older.
The wisdom that I would attain,
Life would be great and full of glory.
I remember last year,
Thinking of this year.
How I would have all that I was lacking
Life would be relaxing and full of peace.
I remember this morning,
Seeing a bright sunny day of opportunity.
That no grim cloud would cast shadow
Upon my thoughts.
One more happy day added to my life.
I remember yesterday,
Knowing that today would be different.
That I would build my courage,
And live the life that I dreamt of
When I was younger.
Now all that I can focus on
PerspectiveClass was boring and the room was cold. The teacher was up in the front droning on about something that had to do with something else. I tried to listen, I really did, but this day was dragging on longer than even I can bear. He started the lesson off by writing The Nature of Perspective up on the board. Already I saw that this was not going to be any different from all of my other classes.
My first block class was Mathematics, algebra. I dont mind it; I get seventies on it so I guess that it is good enough. My parents wish that I could get eighties or even nineties in Math. You kind of have to expect this, especially being that my father is a math professor at the local University. What can I really say? I just dont care for Math, Ill get a passing grade and thatll be good enough for me.
After Math I had Social Studies. I hate Social Studies. Sometimes I wish that I had it in fourth block, so that I wouldnt be so drained once I got to English.