An Emergency of Super Proportions {Imelda, Helen, Héctor}
Nov 18, 2018 9:50:18 GMT -5
Post by Dash Parr on Nov 18, 2018 9:50:18 GMT -5
Mom had said she'd told Miss Imelda all about them, which was good, and even if she hadn't, the cat had already come outside the bag a bit in that when Dash first arrived and met Miss Imelda and Mr. Héctor, he had been in his Super suit, just without his mask, as Mom had pointed out. Dash had his mask on now, just in case any saw him in transit, and since he was already in enough trouble, or felt he would be.
Stupid kid and his stupid race-car!
One of the park kids had had a remote controlled car he either bought there or brought with him and, after stopping to talk to him a bit, Dash had of course stated he could outrun said toy car, just in conversation. The bet had been taken up and Dash hadn't had to run all that fast to do such, or give himself away, but as small boys did, the question had been raised if Dash could still beat it with a five second head start. Ten? Fifteen? Dash didn't remember at which number he exactly surpassed a normal boy's start off speed or when the damage was exactly done.
If he was honest he probably wore his shoes down a bit too far before he tripped because of an undone sole. Unhurt thanks to his own bit of durability, enough to handle the tumble, Dash had then taken off and stared at his shoe in dismay. Both of them in fact. "Aww, man!", was as far as the other boy's sympathy went before he darted off with his mother leaving Dash to ponder damage control.
Of course he thought of Miss Imelda and her shoe fixing capabilities.And of course he knew he wasn't going to be able to ask her to do this and not tell his mother...but one thing at a time!
Dash changed to his Super suit so as to not have to rush there barefoot, and the mask to cover for his hasty run over, and he was then pounding his little fist rapidly on the door of the Rivera's hotel room in Grand Floridian. He planned to peek beyond his mask if he had to to prove it was him when Miss Imelda answered, or even Héctor. "Come on, come on, come on, come on...", Dash muttered impatiently to himself as he waited.
Stupid kid and his stupid race-car!
One of the park kids had had a remote controlled car he either bought there or brought with him and, after stopping to talk to him a bit, Dash had of course stated he could outrun said toy car, just in conversation. The bet had been taken up and Dash hadn't had to run all that fast to do such, or give himself away, but as small boys did, the question had been raised if Dash could still beat it with a five second head start. Ten? Fifteen? Dash didn't remember at which number he exactly surpassed a normal boy's start off speed or when the damage was exactly done.
If he was honest he probably wore his shoes down a bit too far before he tripped because of an undone sole. Unhurt thanks to his own bit of durability, enough to handle the tumble, Dash had then taken off and stared at his shoe in dismay. Both of them in fact. "Aww, man!", was as far as the other boy's sympathy went before he darted off with his mother leaving Dash to ponder damage control.
Of course he thought of Miss Imelda and her shoe fixing capabilities.
Dash changed to his Super suit so as to not have to rush there barefoot, and the mask to cover for his hasty run over, and he was then pounding his little fist rapidly on the door of the Rivera's hotel room in Grand Floridian. He planned to peek beyond his mask if he had to to prove it was him when Miss Imelda answered, or even Héctor. "Come on, come on, come on, come on...", Dash muttered impatiently to himself as he waited.