Got A Frog In Your Throat? (Transcript)

This is the thirteenth episode of Justice Squadron: Comicger

\*It seemed like another regular day at Petropolis High School, until a huge crowd of frogs showed carrying picket signs protesting against the school dissecting the carcasses of their dead brethren. Leading the mob was a young male African bullfrog wearing a black business suit with a navy blue bow tie carrying a megaphone in his right hand. His name was Aaron McCroaky, and he's the head of Petropolis' Amphibians' Rights Association, an organization that discusses legal rights for all amphibians.\*

Aaron: Alright, my croaking brethren! Forward march! (turns on the megaphone, and starts marching) Two, four, six, eight!

Frogs: (chanting) No more frogs to mutilate!

Aaron: Ten, twelve, fourteen, sixteen!

Frogs: What you're doing is downright mean!

\*As they were marching alongside the school, the Comicgers were looking on with confused looks on their faces.\*

William: What's all the commotion, you guys?

David: It's the Amphibians' Rights Association. Apparently, they're mad that the school is using dead frogs in our biology class to dissect them.

Monica: Yeah, they basically do this every school year! Their protests are basically just wanting better respect for their species. One time they even forced a French restaurant to shut down because they were serving frog legs.

Katie: Yeah, they're almost as bad as that Wild Felinae group in Patagonia that's giving the Brazilian Undercover Fighting Force such a hard time.

William: That bad, huh?

David, Katie, Paul, and Monica:

\*Principal Kensington then went outside to confront Aaron and the protestors.\*

Principal Kensington: Excuse me, sir! But, the students are trying to study for exams here! What's all this about?

Aaron: Every year, your students dissect the fallen bodies of our froggy brethren to study the innards of the anthro body, which sickens my friends and family! So, we demand that you ceased this disgusting act at once! Otherwise, things are going to get ugly!

Principal Kensington: Well, we were thinking of an alternative to using actual fleshy frog carcasses, but it hasn't been finalized yet.

Aaron: An alternative?

Principal Kensington: Oh, yes. So, if you would please be so kind as to call off this whole protest, and kindly vacate the school grounds. We'll have this alternative done for you and the Amphibians' Rights Association.

Aaron: (thinking it over) Very well, then. You have three days to change my mind. And, if this alternative isn't ready by then, it'll be doomsday for your school. (goes back to his protestors) Everyone, move out! (marches off the school grounds with his protestors) Two, four, six, eight!

Frogs: No more frogs to mutilate!

Paul: You guys here that? We have three days to come up an alternate way to dissect frogs, otherwise the A.R.A.'s gonna destroy the school!

Monica: (suddenly thinking of a way to save their school) Y'know what? I HAVE been working on something that could help us out, but I'm not sure it'll be enough!

William: We at LEAST need to try SOMETHING! If the school's gone, where are we gonna learn?

Monica: Okay, Will! I'll have to head home to get it!

\*Then, Monica started headed back home to get what she was talking about, unaware that Gelgieden was looking on disguised as a male janitor at the school.\*

Gelgieden: (removing her mustache) Hostile frogs threatening to destroy the school? That gives me an idea.  (disappears back to Darkanos' fortress)

\*At Darkanos' fortress, Gelgieden informed Darkanos about the current state of affairs, and suggested they use a frog monster to destroy the Comicgers.\*

Darkanos: A frog monster? Are frogs REALLY a threat to anyone?

Gelgieden: Well, I have heard that frogs found in South American rain forests contain poisons that could kill a man in mere seconds. the more colorful the frog, the deadlier they are. Maybe we have one based on THAT.

Darkanos: (thinking a bit) I think we have just the monster for it! Remember Amphibibounce, your third cousin, twice removed?

Gelgieden: Oh, yes. I didn't know he and I were related until Infafre looked over his ability chart. Small galaxy.

Darkanos: Speaking of Infafre, we should call him over here to confirm that Amphibibounce is present in the dungeon?

Gelgieden: As you wish. (calls for Infafre) INFAFRE!!!!

Infafre: (coming into the throne room from the dungeon) You called, Madame Gelgieden?

Gelgieden: Is my third cousin Amphibibounce still in the dungeon?

Infafre: Oh, yes. He's been dying to get out of his cell for quite some time now. I'll go and prep him up for you!

Gelgieden: Excellent! I can't wait for a nice family reunion. ^^

Infafre: As you wish. ^^ (goes back to the dungeon to get Amphibibounce)

Darkanos: I sure hope the Comicgers are ready to get a frog in their throat, because things are about to get hopping mad.

Gelgieden: Good one, sir!

Darkanos + Gelgieden: (laughing evilly together)

\*Meanwhile, back at PHS, Principal Kensington was pacing frantically in her office, when the Comicgers came in with Monica's idea for an alternative way to dissect frogs.\*

Principal Kensington: Have you kids found anything we could use to get these croaking protestors off our backs?

David: Well, Monica claimed she has something that could work.

Principal Kensington: Well, let's see it, then.

Monica: (taking out a sketch of her idea, and giving it to Principal Kensington) I was thinking that instead of using actual dead frogs for dissecting, we should use something that's vaguely similar. Fake skin made of ballistics gel used in combat training with fake organs inside of it. It'll have the same feel as dissecting an actual dead frog, but without causing any outrage from those guys.

Principal Kensington: Fascinating. But, the ballistics gel needed to create the replicas will be pretty expensive. Where are we gonna get the money?

David: What about Ethan Retriever? Maybe HE might help us out.

Katie: That's a great idea, David. ^^ Maybe his company can produce those replicas with the gel.

Principal Kensington: Well, I'll call Mr. Retriever right now, and see if he'll be able to lend us a hand with our situation.

David: Great, Principal Kensington! We might as well head to class, now.

\*Then, Principal Kensington begins to call Retriever Industries to tell them about their situation, and the Comicgers begin to head to class.\*

Paul: Boy, I sure hope this idea of yours pulls through, Monica.

Monica: Me too. But, it's the only plan we got!

\*As they were heading for class, they saw Gerald and Harold dressed like Sherlock Holmes and Watson respectively, walking a basset hound on a leash as it was sniffing the floor for clues for the Comicgers' true identities.\*

Gerald: (holding a magnifying glasses and smoking a bubble pipe) Hmmmmmmm. Elementary, my dear Harold. It seems the Comicgers were headed in THIS direction.

William: (seeing this) NOW, what are you two doing?

Gerald: (putting down his magnifying glass) For your information, Shamu, we're channelling the spirit of the greatest detective in the world, Sherlock Holmes, and his sidekick, Watson, to try and uncover the true identities of the Comicgers.

Harold: Yeah, my uncle even lent us his basset hound, Bailey, for the investigation.

Bailey: (barks at them)

Katie: Well, a group of frog protestors are planning to destroy the school if we don't come up with an alternative to dissecting the dead bodies of their non-sentient brethren, and you're playing Sherlock Holmes with the Comicgers?

David: Yeah! Aren't you guys worried about the school being demolished by over-sensitive amphibians?

Gerald: Eh, not really.

Monica: Even if it means getting separated from your best buddy as well?

Gerald + Harold: (staring at each other, and then screaming like girls)

Gerald: We gotta stop those crazy frogs!

Harold: Yeah, before our friendship is torn apart!

\*They both ran out of the school with Bailey still attached to Gerald's leash, but they came back in after realizing that to them, finding the Comicgers' true identities was more important.\*

Gerald: But, first, we'll finish up finding out who the Comicgers are! Onward!

\*As they continued searching for the Comicgers, the Comicgers themselves get a buzz on their Comic Turners.\*

David: (answering the call) What is it, Dad?

Stanley: "Kids, I'm working a brand new Action Vehicle which should be done after school. So, once school's out, head for the studio post haste. I'd like to show it to you." ^^

David: Cool. Thanks, Dad. But, uh, we have a bit of a problem here.

Stanley: "What's wrong?"

David: The Amphibian's Rights Association was just protesting outside our school, and are threatening to destroy it if we don't come up with an alternative to dissecting frogs. Monica submitted her ballistics gel idea to Principal Kensington, and she's calling Retriever Industries right now.

Stanley: "Oh, dear. Well, I hope this all plays out. But, regardless, meet me at studio after school."

David: Sure thing, Dad. (cuts the feed, and heads to class with the other Comicgers)

\*Back at Darkanos' fortress, Infafre enters the throne room with a tree frog monster resembling a yellow poison dart frog with blood red eyes and black spots on his body, wearing a light blue piece of chest armor with a black x on it, and light brown spring shoes on his feet.\*

Infafre: My lord, Amphibibounce! As you and Madame Gelgieden requested.

Amphibibounce: (seeing Gelgieden) Hey there, cuz!

Gelgieden: Hey, Amphibibounce. It's been TOO long. (hugs Amphibibounce)

Darkanos: Why is he called Amphibibounce in the first place?

Gelgieden: You see those spring shoes he has on his feet? Well, it's not for decoration.  Show the master, cousin.

Amphibibounce: Right away! (loads his spring shoes, and then bounces a great distance from the floor to the chandelier on the ceiling) I can bounce great distances from point A to point B.

Darkanos: Hmmmmmm. It's good for making a quick getaway, but how good is it at dealing with the Comicgers?

Amphibibounce: When I come back down, I could crush them with my sheer girth! (leaps off the chandelier, and lands on a few Paraxis underneath it)

Darkanos: (impressed) Hmmmmmmmmm. Very nice. ^^

Gelgieden: In addition to that, Amphibibounce can throw fly bombs at the Comicgers, lash at them with his barbed tongue, and can protect himself with a foam barrier.

Amphibibounce: Yup. It's true. ^^

Infafre: That just ability he has is all MY doing, master. ^^

Darkanos: Nice. Now, go into Petropolis, and spread fear and chaos throughout the city!

Amphibibounce: As you wish, master! (bounces away to the city)

Darkanos: Gelgieden, go and assist him!

Gelgieden: As you wish, sir. (bows to him, and disappears from the fortress)

Darkanos: Now, we'll see those Comicgers croak after this!

\*After school, the Comicgers all arrived at the studio to hear what Stanley has drawn up for the Action Comic Robo.\*

David: So, Dad, what've you drawn up for us?

Stanley: Well, kids, I've drawn up something that I'm sure will add some more firepower to the Action Comic Robo. Behold... (takes out his sketch book, and shows them a drawing he did of a tank-based Action Vehicle) ...the Comic Howitzer!

Comicgers: (impressed) Ooooooooooo.

Monica: What makes this tank so helpful to us?

Stanley: Well, the Comic Howitzer can fire massive 400mm rounds at the enemy at up to 300mph. And, how it can help the Action Comic Robo is that it can act as an extra right arm that has an extra cannon on it. With this extra firepower, the monsters' return to the comics is almost certain.

Paul: Very cool. ^^

\*Then, the tracking system picks up Amphibibounce's actions in the downtown area, bouncing all over the place, and causing a ruckus.\*

Katie: What is it, Mr. Chippendale?

Stanley: (checking the tracking system) It appears that we have another monster problem. Check it out on the view screen! (shows the Comicgers Amphibibounce on the view screen)

William: Hey, that's Amphibibounce, from Comicgers Issue #33! He's also Gelgieden's third cousin, twice removed!

David: Yeesh! Some family tree.

William: No kiddin'!

Stanley: Yes, and his ability to bounce up high, and leap great distances can make him a very difficult foe to face. But, in addition to that, he can throw fly bombs at his foes, lash at them with his barbed tongue, and can create a foam barrier to protect himself.

Monica: Eh, if he's anything like the rest of these monsters, I think we can get by with him.

Stanley: I wouldn't get your hopes up, Monica. He can be a pretty tough customer. So, it's best that you kids stay on your toes!

David: Duly noted, Dad! C'mon, guys! Let's make frogs' legs outta that creep! (holds up his Comic Turner) Ready, guys?

William, Katie, Paul, and Monica: (holding up theirs) Ready!

Comicgers: Comic Turners, activate! (the Comic Turners convert back to their original forms) Comic Powers! Turn On! (flicks the on switch on their Comic Turners, and morphing into their Ranger forms)

\*They then got on their Sketch Cycles, and rode off to the scene to battle Amphibibounce. While there, Amphibibounce was bouncing his way through the downtown area as Gelgieden was lashing her sword whip at the citizens as they ran for cover.\*

Gelgieden: (cracking her whip through a jewelry store, and taking a few priceless gems) Ah, a few more gems to add to my collection.

Amphibibounce: (bouncing, and lashing his tongue at some citizens) Yeah. I'm definitely feeling hopping mad here!

David: Oh, really? Then, I think we should admit you to the nuthouse!

\*Gelgieden and Amphibibounce quickly turn around to see the Comicgers already pulling up on their Sketch Cycles, confronting them.\*

Monica: Last and ONLY warning, Gelgieden! Hop back to the lily pad with your cousin, or this'll get messy!

Amphibibounce: Ah, the Comicgers! Right on time!

Gelgieden: We were hoping you'd show up!

William: Yeah, and it's not gonna be pretty!

Amphibibounce: Now, I know we shouldn't play with our food, but in this instance, we'll make an exception.

Gelgieden: I agree. PARAXIS, ARISE!!!

\*Then, a couple of Paraxis materialize in front of them.\*

Gelgieden: ATTACK!!!

Paraxis: (drawing their laser spears and charging at the Comicgers)

David: C'mon, guys! Let's squash these creepy crawlies! (draws his Sketch Blade)

William, Monica, Katie, and Paul: (drawing their Sketch Weapons as well) Right!

\*Then, the Comicgers charged at the Paraxis and began to fight them. While David, Katie, and Paul deal with the Paraxis, Monica engages Gelgieden over by the jewelry store she just robbed. Gelgieden lashes at Monica with her sword whip, which she blocked with her Sketch Bow. As Monica whacked Gelgieden across the head with her Bow, the gems that she stole came flying out of her sack, and miraculously landed back in the display stands from which she stole them, making her completely frantic.\*

Glegieden: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I stole those precious gems unfair and square!

Monica: (having a diamond ring landing on her right ring finger) I dunno. (admiring the ring) I think the jewelry looks better on me than you, anyway.

Gelgieden: (growling angrily, and continuing to lash at Monica)

\*While that was going on, Amphibibounce creates his foam barrier to shield himself, and he bounced at William, who was charging at him with his Sketch Hammer.\*

William: You ever play that boardwalk game, where you hit the catapult with the hammer, and sending the frog flying onto the lily pad?

Amphibibounce: (confused) Huh?

William: I think it's better if I showed you. (slams his hammer down at him, but gets blocked by the foam barrier) Hey, what gives?

Amphibibounce: Ha! My foam barrier protecting me can deflect and block any form of attack. Which means your little mallet has no effect on me as long as my barrier is in affect. (shoots his barbed tongue at William, causing him to fall on his back)

\*After getting back up, William tries to shoot Amphibibounce with his Art Laser, and while he got a few hits on him, the foam barrier protected him, and he threw his fly bombs at William, which caused an explosion that sent him flying.\*

William: (landing on his chest) Ugh. That's one tough croaker!

\*After dealing with the Paraxis, Katie and Paul came to William's aide, and helped him back up.\*

Amphibibounce: Aw, that's REALLY nice of you to help your friend, Rangers. But, it's all for naught!

Gelgieden: You may have gotten in a couple of lucky hits! But, you won't be able to stop us from destroying your school! (gets on Amphibibounce's back) We're outta here!!!

Amphibibounce: Later, losers! (bounces high up into the air, and leaps away)

\*Meanwhile, David was using his Sketch Blade to finish off the remaining Paraxis, and once the last of them dematerialized, he ran to the others to join up with them.\*

David: How are YOU guys holding up?

Monica: A little shaken, but okay.

Paul: But, Amphibibounce is gonna destroy the school, just like the Amphibians' Rights Association.

David: Aw, man.

William: We gotta find a way to get through that foam barrier!

David: We will, William! C'mon, guys! Let's regroup back at the studio!

\*They all head back to the studio to come up with a way to stop Amphibibounce. While there, they look through the issue where Amphibibounce came from to find his weakness, but William's getting flipped out over the upcoming destruction of the school by the A.R.A.\*

William: I don't believe this! Our school's gonna be destroyed if we don't act, soon! If not by Amphibibounce, than by the Amphibians' Rights Association because they were SO sensitive about frogs getting dissected!

David: Don't worry, Will.  Principal Kensington just called Retriever Industries. They're coming by the school tomorrow to deliver the gel needed to create the frog models. (gets worried) I hope.

William: Thanks, dude. That makes me feel loads better.

Stanley: Getting attacked over something may not be the most glamourous thing ever, but it can be seen as a way to make adjustments.

William: How so, Mr. Chippendale?

Stanley: Well, you can use said haters to motivate you to try harder in achieving your goals. In other words, let your haters be your motivators. Just letting something consume you to the point of losing sleep can make you... pretty hostile and unfriendly.

David: Like those protestors at the school earlier, Dad?

Stanley: Well, yes. I guess you can say that.

William: So, what you're saying is I shouldn't let this get to me?

Stanley: In layman's terms, yes. ^^ Heck, I know a couple of who got offended by a few things I wrote in my comics, but did THAT slow me down? Nope. I just pressed on, doing what I do best.

William: Okay, Mr. Chippendale. I'll give it a try.

Stanley: (pats him on the back) That's the spirit, Will!

William:

Katie: (reading through Issue #33, and finding a way to stop Amphibibounce) Hey! Maybe this can work! (goes over the others) Hey, guys! We could try making his foam barrier pretty dry and brittle, so it'd be easy for William to smash through with his Sketch Hammer. ^^

Monica: (unsure about this) I don't know, Katie. He's a pretty powerful bouncer. He could bounce away before we could get a chance at doing so.

Katie: Well, maybe we can find a way to get his springs stuck in the ground somehow so he can't escape.

Paul: (thinking it over) Here's an idea. We can make little holes in the ground, and trick him into landing in them.

Katie: That can do it. ^^

William: I can egg him into following me, and once he gets to that spot, we can trap him!

David: And, once he grows, I'll have Dad bring the Comic Howitzer to life, and we'll use it on the Action Comic Robo.

Stanley: An excellent plan, kids! If we play our cards right, Amphibibounce's return to the comics will definitely be assured. ^^

\*Then, outside, Gerald and Harold were continuing their search for the Comicgers, and they stumble across someone whom they think would know something about them.\*

Gerald: A-HA!!! Where were you when that crazy frog monster attacked the downtown area? DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, WOMAN!!! I WANT ANSWERS!!!!

\*The person they were interrogating was an old turtle lady who was trembling in fear.\*

Harold: Uh, Gerald? I don't think that lady knows anything about the Comicgers.

Turtle Lady: He's right! I know nothing about them!

Gerald: Are you sure?

Turtle Lady: (nervously nodding her head)

Gerald: (lowering his magnifying glass) Very well, then. But, I got my eye on you, Grandma!  (turns to Bailey) C'mon, Bailey! Let's keep searching!

Bailey: (barking, and leading Gerald and Harold back on the trail)

\*Meanwhile, the Comicgers left the studio, and started to head back home to come up with a good plan.\*

David: Okay, while William gets Amphibibounce's attention, Paul and Katie could use their Art Lasers to make the holes in the ground to trap his springs. They need to be just the right size for them to fit through, but once they're in, he's stuck there!

William: Sounds like a good plan, David. ^^

Monica: (getting off the phone with Principal Kensington) Hey, guys! I just heard from Principal Kensington! She says the truck containing the supplies needed to create the ballistics gel frogs will be here tomorrow morning.

David: Great, Monica! I just hope they're not too late!

Paul: (seeing Aaron and the frogs marching in their general direction) Uh-oh! Speaking of which, here they come!

Aaron: (marching and chanting into the streets) Two, four, six, eight!

Frogs: No more frogs to mutilate!

\*What Aaron failed to realize that there was a truck heading towards him, but he was TOO blinded by his own prejudice to notice.\*

Katie: HEY!!! That truck's gonna squash him!

William: (rushing over to save him) HEY, BUDDY!

David: Will, what're you doing?!?

Aaron: Huh? (putting down his megaphone, and seeing the truck heading towards him) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

\*Just then, William tackles Aaron out of the way before he became roadkill, and they both land on the sidewalk.\*

William: (getting back up) You okay? (helping Aaron up)

Aaron: (getting back up) A little sore in my elbow, but I think I'll manage. (seeing William) Hey, aren't you one of those students at PHS?

William: Yeah, I am. You threatened to close down our school because we were dissecting your dead brethren, right?

Aaron: (brushing the dirt off his suit) Yes, I did. But, why did you save me? You could've let that truck run me over after what I did.

William: I did it because it was the right thing to do. Listen, I know you're pretty sensitive about the school dissecting frogs for science, but I think threatening to close down and destroy the school because of it is going a little TOO far.

Aaron: (realizing William's point) Y'know, I think I MAY have laid it on a teensy bit thick there.

William: Y'know, sometimes letting things get to you can cloud your better judgement, and make you do all sorts of crazy things. My mentor told me to let these kinds of things motivate you to make adjustments, and keep pushing forward. Besides, there's good and bad in all of us, even cranky protesting frogs like yourself. ^^

Aaron: (humbled by what William told him) Oh, man. I'm.... completely humbled by your words, Mr...

William: Keiko. William Keiko. (offers his hand for a handshake)

Aaron: Aaron McCroaky. (shakes William's hand) But, I'd still like to see that alternative in three days.

William: Don't worry. My friend said the supplies needed will be at the school tomorrow morning. ^^

Aaron: Oh, good. ^^ And, thanks again for making me see things more clearly, William. (goes back to his protestors) Everyone, fall back! (marches back with them)

William: (proud of himself) Y'know, he's not such a bad guy after all. ^^

\*Then, the Comicgers all meet up at the school parking lot, where they agreed to trap Amphibibounce.\*

William: Okay, I'll lure Amphibibounce to this spot in front of the school, and we'll have him!

Paul: You got it! (holds up his Comic Turner) Ready, Katie?

Katie: Ready. (holds up hers)

\*Then, Paul and Katie morph into their Ranger forms, David and Monica go hide behind a couple of bushes.\*

William: (hears his Comic Turner buzzing, and answers it) Sup, Mr. Chippendale?

Stanley: "The tracking system has found Amphibibounce a mile north of the high school. Now's your chance to lure him to your trap!"

William: Great! Thanks, Mr. C! I'll cut him off there! (cuts the feed) He's a mile north of the school! Wish me luck! (heads north)

Katie: Good luck, Will! (starts using her Art Laser to make the trap hole with Paul)

\*William morphs as he was getting closer to Amphibibounce, who was hopping along terrorizing a couple of bystanders with his fly bombs.\*

Amphibibounce: Hey, you people! Haven't you heard that you'll catch flies if you keep your mouth open?  (keeps throwing his fly bombs at them)

William: (appearing in front of Amphibibounce) Hey, Amphibibounce! You sure got a lot of letters in your name! Ever thought of shortening it to Amp? Or, better yet, Bouncy-Butt?

Amphibibounce: Comic Blue! For that, you're gonna get an extra dose of fly bombs! (hoping towards him in a fit of rage)

William: THAT got his attention! (starts running back to the school)

\*Then, Amphibibounce chases William back to the school, where Paul and Katie were finishing making the holes in the ground to trap his springs. Once they were done, they ducked back into the bushes, and waited for William to return. He did, and as Amphibibounce made one last leap towards William, his springs get caught in the holes they made, trapping him.\*

Amphibibounce: (struggling to get back out, but couldn't) Hey, I'm stuck! What's going on here?

William: We tricked you into hopping here, and now you're trapped in those little holes my friends made!

Katie: (coming out with Paul) Yeah! You ain't going anywhere, pal!

Amphibibounce: (feeling his foam barrier starting to dry) Hey, I'm starting to feel dry!

Paul: Quick, Will! Now's your chance!

William: Right! (draws his Sketch Hammer) Alright, froggy! You're about to get dissected!

Amphibibounce: Oh, croak.

William: Sketch Hammer, power up! (powers up his Sketch Hammer) FINAL STRIKE!!! (swings his Sketch Hammer at Amphibibounce, and hits him with a blast of blue energy)

Amphibibounce: (flying backwards, breaking the springs off his spring shoes)

William: Yeah, that showed him!

David: (coming out his hiding spot with Monica) Nice going, Will!

Monica: Yeah! The school's safe from both amphibians, thanks to you!

William: Ah, thanks guy.

Blaludon: (appearing next to Amphibibounce) I might not get a handsome prince after kissing THIS frog, but I have no choice.  (blows one of her magic kisses at Amphibibounce, causing him to grow)

Amphibibounce: A-ha! Now, this frog's a real big hopper! >: )

Katie: Holy cow! Now, that's a big amphibian!

David: (calling Stanley on his Comic Turner) Hey, Dad! Now, might be a good time to send that Comic Howitzer!

Stanley: Say no more, son! (goes over to his sketchbook, and uses his pencil to bring the Comic Howitzer to life) Comic Howitzer is on the way!

\*Then, the Comic Howitzer, a black and white futuristic-looking tank with a giant gun barrel, appears in the middle of the city along with the Comic Racer, Comic Tumbler, Comic Armorer, and Comic Turbine, and they head to the Comicgers' current location.\*

David: Thanks, Dad! (cuts the feed, and holds up his Comic Turner) Ready, Monica?

Monica: (holding up hers) Ready!

David + Monica: Comic Turners, activate! (the Comic Turners convert to their original forms) Comic Powers! Turn On! (flicks on the on switch on their Comic Turners, and morph into their Ranger forms)

David: C'mon, guys! Let's flatten this frog!

\*Then, the Comicgers all get into their Action Vehicles. Katie took control of the Comic Tumbler, for William had taken the controls of the new Comic Howitzer. But, back on the ground, Gerald and Harold were following the trail that Bailey picked up, and Bailey was able to find the Comicgers getting into their Action Vehicles.\*

Bailey: (barking like mad)

Gerald: I think Bailey's found the Comicgers! C'mon, Harold!

\*They follow Bailey to the area where the Comicgers have just entered the Action Vehicles.\*

Gerald: Drat! They're just getting into their Action Vehicles!

Harold: (seeing the Comic Howitzer) And, it looks like they got a brand new vehicle in their arsenal!

Gerald: Where do they get such wonderful toys?

David: Comic Racer, ready to go!

Katie: Comic Tumbler, all set!

Paul: Comic Armorer, online!

Monica: Comic Turbine, flyin' high!

William: Comic Howitzer, locked and loaded!

David: Okay, Will! Now, let's see what the new Comic Howitzer can do!

William: You got it, David!

\*Then, the Comicgers in their Action Vehicles engaged Amphibibounce, as he retaliates with his barbed tongue.\*

Amphibibounce: I may not bounce anymore, but I can still give you twerps a good tongue-lashing! (shoots his barbed tongue at the Action Vehicles, knocking over the Comic Racer, and the Comic Armorer)

David: ACH!!!

Paul: That tongue sure gave us a good licking!

Monica: Don't worry, guys! I got this! (fires a few missiles at Amphibibounce, causing him to back up a bit)

William: Now, it's time we gave the Comic Howitzer the ol' college try! (aims the barrel at Amphibibounce, and locks on target) Fire in the hole! (fires a 400mm round at Amphibibounce, causing him to go flying into a nearby skyscraper)

Amphibibounce: (getting back up) Holy smokes! That's some serious firepower!

William: You bet it is!

David: Okay, guys! Enough playin' around! Let's form the Action Comic Robo, Howitzer Formation!

\*Then, the Action Vehicles begin to form Action Comic Robo. It formed as it usually does, but now, in the place of Comic Mini was Comic Howitzer, who forms the new right arm of the Action Comic Robo, complete with the Howitzer's barrel on the forearm.\*

Katie: Huh. It doesn't feel any different.

David: Well, once we start fighting Amphibibounce with it, we'll start to notice something. Now, let's do it, guys!

William, Monica, Katie, and Paul: Right!

Amphibibounce: Okay, now I'm hopping mad! (charges at the ACR, and throws a few hook punches at it)

\*The ACR blocks the punches, and knees Amphibibounce in the gut. Back on the ground, Gerald and Harold were watching the fight, when Bailey starts smelling something.\*

Gerald: We'll wait 'till they take care of Amphibibounce, and once they exit the vehicles, we'll take 'em downtown.

Harold: Deal!

Bailey: (barking and running towards the hot dog stand, dragging Gerald with him)

Gerald: Oh, crud! Bailey's just like you, Harold! Always thinking with his stomach!

Harold: Well, we DID miss lunch. So...

Gerald: Oh, alright. (takes out his wallet, and approaches the vendor) Three please, with mustard.

\*Back with the fight, the ACR kicks Amphibibounce in his side, and he retaliates by throwing his fly bombs at it.\*

Amphibibounce: Here! Go catch some flies! (throws them at the ACR)

\*As the fly bombs explode on the ACR on contact, William starts to get aggravated with Amphibibounce.\*

William: I don't know about you, but this guy's REALLY starting to bug me!

Monica: Really?

David: Then, let's send him back to the comics using the Comic Howitzer! Okay, guys! Aim the Howitzer!

\*Then, the ACR starts aiming the Comic Howitzer's barrel at Amphibibounce.\*

Comicgers: Lock on target! (locking onto Amphibibounce) Ready! Aim! FIRE!!!!

\*The ACR starts firing five blasts of energy in the Comicgers' colors at Amphibibounce, until finishing him off with a huge blast of energy, and making a direct hit on him.\*

Amphibibounce: Oh, no!!! Looks like this frog just croaked!  (falls down and explodes, sending his spirit back to the comics)

\*As Gerald and Harold return with their hot dogs, they realized the Comicgers had just left the Action Comic Robo, and went back to the studio.\*

Gerald: Blast it all! They got away again!

Harold: (petting Bailey) Yeah, sorry, Bailey. You at least did your best.

Bailey: (wimpering)

\*Unknown to them, Amphibibounce's spirit found a copy of Issue #33 on a newsstand, and was zapped right back into it. Back at Darkanos' fortress, Gelgieden was upset that the only REAL family she knew was defeated by the Comicgers.\*

Gelgieden: NO!!!!!! My only real family, defeated by those brats! (growling angrily) One of these days, I swear it! Those twerps are gonna get what's coming to them!

\*Three days later, the A.R.A. arrive at the high school to see the alternative way to dissect frogs. Aaron meets up with Principal Kensington and the Comicgers in her office, and she begins to show him what they've been working on.\*

Aaron: Alright. This demonstration better be good.

Principal Kensington: Oh, it will, Mr. McCroaky. Monica, if you will?

Monica: (taking out a model of a frog made from ballistics gel, filled with synthetic frog organs, and placing it on the desk) Now, the ballistics gel acts as a substitute for REAL frog flesh, but it'll mimic the real skin. Paul, gimme a scalpel.

Paul: (giving her a scalpel)

Monica: (using the scalpel to cut the gel frog open, removing the fake organs from the body) And, voila! No guilt, no nausea from REAL organs, and most importantly, no controversies.

Aaron: (impressed with the results) Quite impressive, Miss Scaleman. ^^

Principal Kensington: So, does that mean the school WON'T be destroyed?

Aaron: Actually, I've decided to change my mind on that.

Principal Kensington: (surprised) You... are?

Aaron: Yes. I now realize that destroying your school over being sensitive about using the dead bodies of my species was overkill. I've learned to not let certain things get to me, and to just let these incidents become my motivators. And, besides, one of your students, William Keiko, saved my life,  and for that, I'm eternally grateful. ^^

William: Yup, it's true. ^^

Principal Kensington: Oh, that's wonderful news. So, does that mean it's changed your outlook on how frogs are treated?

Aaron: Uh... nope. But, I decided to approach this with more constructive methods as opposed to resorting to violent means to do so.

Monica: Glad he hasn't changed THAT much.

\*As they exited the office, they see Gerald and Harold searching through the frogs thinking that Bailey has discovered the Comicgers within the group.\*

Gerald: (approaching a male frog) Are you a Comicger?

Frog #1: No.

Gerald: (approaching a female frog) Are you a Comicger?

Frog #2: No.

Harold: How about you? Are YOU a Comicger?

Frog Kid: What's a Comicger?

Aaron: (seeing them hopelessly searching for the Comicgers) Do you ever think they'll find out who these Comicgers people are?

David: That, my dear McCroaky, is a mystery even I can't solve.

\*The Comicgers all left the office, leaving Gerald and Harold to continue hopelessly searching. We then cut to seventy years earlier, where a young male bald eagle dressed in a red, white, and blue superhero outfit was piloting a Nazi air freighter over the Arctic tundra, and it was coming down for a hot landing.\*

Soldier: (on the intercom) Lt. Liberty! Do you read me?

Lt. Liberty: I read you, Louis! I'm in the Rat Skull's freighter right now! And, it looks like I'm coming in hot!

Louis: Well, where's your current position, now?

Lt. Liberty: Somewhere over the Arctic tundra! And, if you see Penny, tell her that I lo...

\*Suddenly, the freighter crashes into an iceberg in the tundra, and Lt. Liberty was frozen solid within the ice from that point forward. We then cut back to the present day in Petropolis, where Lt. Liberty wakes up after his seventy-year nap in a hospital bed. Outside of his costume, he was known as Steve Baldwin, a young eagle who joined the U.S. army to fight in World War II. When he awoken, he was shocked to see all the advances that were made since he was frozen, and was a little scared.\*

Steve: Wha...??? What the...? Where am I?

Nurse: (coming in with his food) Ah, your awake, Lt. Baldwin. ^^ You're in Petropolis, California. It's 2018. You've been frozen in the Arctic ice for over seventy years. ^^

Steve: (shocked by this revelation) Seventy years? Oh, dear.

\*Steve then looks out the window to see how this new world will feel to him.\*

TO BE CONCLUDED...