plan!’”

“‘Except Danger Woman!’

“Danger Woman caught him by the parachute straps. Pow! Bam! Boom! Zowie! Oof! After a few well-placed punches, Captain Galactica was on the floor, tied up, begging for mercy.”

“Yay!” Molly cried.

“She snatched the Key of Power away from him and laughed exultantly, ‘Good has once more triumphed over evil, because evil is dumb.’

“‘Curses, foiled again,’ mumbled Captain Galactica, scowling up at Danger Woman.

“Danger Woman took Captain Galactica to the police and returned the Key of Power to the Metro City Museum where the mayor congratulated her.

“‘Thanks to you, Danger Woman, Metro City is safe once more.’”

“‘It was nothing, Mayor,’ Danger Woman said with a modest smile. ‘All in a day’s work for Danger Woman!’

“With a swish of her red cape, she catapulted through the skylight.

“‘Who was that superhero?’ the mayor wondered, scratching his head.

“The End.”

“Good story, Kit!” Molly clapped her hands enthusiastically.

“I’m home!” Rebecca called as she stepped through the door.

“Mommy, Kit told me a good Danger Woman story, almost as good as the radio.”

Rebecca placed a gentle paw on her daughter’s forehead. “That’s nice. How are you feeling, Punkin?”

“A hundred ka-jillion times better after Kit’s story. Can he baby-sit tomorrow?”

“Well...I do have more inventory to do, and Baloo is only doing deliveries around Cape Suzette. If Kit wants to, he can.”

Thinking of the bike he was saving for, Kit answered, “Fine by me, Miz Cunningham.”

Molly whispered, “Lean down, Kit; I wanna tell you something secret.”

Kit grinned, ready to play along. “What?”

“Closer. Closer.”

Kit’s left ear was nearly touching her mouth. “Tell me the secret, Molly,” he whispered.

“A-a-a-a-choo!”

“Yee-uck!” Kit cried, wiping spit from his face with his sleeve.

“Molly! That wasn’t very nice,” Rebecca scolded.

“I’m sorry, Kit. Come closer so I can tell you the real secret.”

Reluctantly, Kit knelt next to her. “As long as it’s not another germ bath.”

Hugging him, she whispered into his ear, “You’re the best baby-sitter in the world.”

Rebecca smiled across the room at the charming scene. “That’s enough, honey. You don’t want to give Kit your cold, do you?” Reaching into the purse, she handed her young navigator a few dollars. “Here’s your money, Kit. I’ll expect you to be here at 8:00 A.M. sharp tomorrow.”

Straightening his disheveled baseball cap, he declared, “You can count on me, Miz Cunningham. A-a-a-a-a-a-choo!” He sniffled. “Oh, no!”

Molly suggested brightly - as brightly as she could with a stuffed up nose - “I know what’ll make you feel better, Kit. A big dose of Danger Woman! Tune in tomorrow. Same danger time. Same danger channel.”

Rebecca and Kit laughed.

The End

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