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wait to meet the Munchkins!”
    “Do you think we’re under attack from the Cloud People?” Exact Change Kid asked.
    “If it is them, they’ll be sorry when we sidekicks rain on their parade,” I answered.
    “I thought they rained on our parade, remember? All the
papier mâché
floats got soggy and fell apart. And, none of us actually has rain powers,” Exact Change Kid corrected.
    “I meant it as a figure of speech.”
    “Oh. A figure of speech. Well none of us have any figurative rain powers, either.”
    Spelling Beatrice loaded Scrabble tiles into her utility belt. “Do you really think it’s the Cloud People again?”
    “I don’t know, but who or whatever it is, we better be ready. Were any members of the League of Big Justice in the house?”
    Exact Change Kid stepped forward. He thumbed through a notepad. “All the members of the League of Big Justice were given yard duty except for King Justice and Pumpkin Pete.”
    “Awesome! With King Justice here, we’ve got nothing to worry about!” I replied. “Where is he?”
    “Well, I asked him to clean the cat box, and the last time I saw him he was carrying the kitty litter outside,” my mom explained.
    “You asked the world’s greatest superhero to clean the cat box?” I couldn’t believe it.
    “Kitty Bumpkins needs a clean place to poo, too.” My mom crossed her arms to emphasize her point.
    “King Justice? KING JUSTICE? Are you here?” I called out. Nothing. So, while we were hurtling through the atmosphere toward some unknown danger, one that could possibly destroy us and the world, the earth’s greatest superhero was scraping Kitty Bumpkins’s clumpable poo-litter into a trash can at the curb of my house.
    Or at least the curb where my house
used
to be.
    “Hey! What happened?” Pumpkin Pete grumbled as he strolled into the living room. “I was watching
Saved by the Bell
and the cable went out!”
    “We’re off to see the Wizard!” Spice Girl clapped her hands.
    “Well, I sure hope the bum’s got cable. I have to see how Zack and Screech are gonna get out of that mess!” Pete turned and stomped back toward the TV room.
    “Pete! We’re under attack!” I called out.
    “I should’ve known! They always cut the cable first!” Pete slammed a viney fist into his palm. “I
hate
evil! It just makes me want to puke!”
    “Pete, we have to think of a plan.”
    “Good idea! A plan . . .” Pete scratched his big, fat orange pumpkin chin. “First, we have to find out where they cut the cable. Did they hit the main cable plant, the place where all cable is born, or is it just an isolated attack on this house? And if it
is
an isolated attack on this house, then I’m outta here! I still got all the channels at my apartment.”
    “I don’t think they’re after our cable TV,” I suggested. “My house’s been torn from the foundation and right now we’re flying thousands of feet in the air.”
    “And when this house was torn from its foundation, did they not also cut your cable TV cable?” Pete questioned.
    “Yeah, I guess so...”
    “Then it would seem that they are indeed after your cable TV!” Pete jabbed a viney finger in my face. “Or do you really expect me to believe all this is just a coincidence?!”
    “Pete! The cable was snapped when the house was ripped from the ground!” I growled.
    “
Or
... was the house ripped from the ground to snap the cable?” Pete jabbed his other finger in my face.
    “I think he’s on to something,” Spice Girl agreed.
    The Sidekicks fell into line and Pete paced back and forth like a detective with a pumpkin head. “So, the next question we have to ask ourselves is: ‘Who could possibly benefit by cutting off your cable TV?’ ”
    “The Cowardly Lion!” Spice Girl shouted.
    “I’ll tell you who! Satellite TV, that’s who!” Pete spun and faced the Sidekicks. “With cable TV out of the way, satellite TV can just move in with their little dishes and satellites and suddenly,