Chapter 1 – The meeting

Gwen planned on having a relaxing day. She had woken up, stretched, got some delicious coffee, made a delicious breakfast, and turned on the delicious television. Hilary Clinton was in the news.

“She better not win presidency.” Timmy said, as he flew in. He was a pigeon.

“Why not?” Gwen asked.

“Cause she’s a girl.” Timmy said.

“Why can’t a girl be president?” Gwen asked

“Are you kidding me?” Timmy asked, incredulously.

“No, I’m not kidding you,” Gwen sounded annoyed.

“Well you see Gwen,” Timmy said, “Once a month the entire world is going to be on the edge of their seat, worried. She gets pissed off, makes some orders, and the world is thrown into a nuclear war.”

“Screw you,” Gwen said, and threw a duck at him.

“Oooh, is it that time of the month Gwen? Good thing you’re not president.” Timmy said, dodging something significantly more dangerous this time (The duck was on fire this time). “Anyway, what do you want to do today?”

“I think it’s time we used our powers to form a superhero group!” Gwen said.

“Yeah!” Timmy said, and they ran off.

“Let’s go beat up some bad guys.” Gwen said. Timmy agreed, except that he can’t talk because he’s a pigeon, not a human/parrot/whatever, so he nodded, and ate some crackers. They were animals crackers, and they were damn good crackers. He likes the elephants and lions best, but wonders why most of the animals are from Africa, because you don’t see very many dogs, horses, Pikachus, rabbits, or other common North Americans animals in them. However, they are still good, but probably have AIDS. (Sorry Africa).

Anyway, they saw an old lady being violently mugged by some bad guys, so they ran over to help.

“Stop! Fiend!” Gwen yelled, and she prepared her laser eyes.

“But Gwen! You don’t have laser eyes!” Timmy said.

“Yeah? Well pigeons can’t talk.” Gwen said, and continued preparing her laser eyes. She was about to fire, and then remembered he was right.

“Damn! You’re right! Well, what other powers do I have?”