Meanwhile, back at the robbery/hostage we've never been to before, police tried to halt the situation, but just as in any cheesy superhero story like this one, they couldn't.

     The captain wasn't helping either. "Why is the guy still in there? Shouldn't he have buckled under the pressure set against him by our almighty supreme forces?"

     One of his fellow officers disagreed. "Sir, he's a robber slash hostage taker, and he won't buckle under us; we're just your average lowly police force."

     "Oh yeah," the captain replied. "I forgot this was a superhero story."

     Nothing happened. After a while, the captain said again, "I forgot this was a superhero story."

     Again, nothing. The captain got mad. "I forgot this was a SUPERHERO story!!!"

     Since the author had nothing better to do, he used his mystical powers to teleport TDR from the horsey ride outside the Villagetown Grocer (man, those things are fun, aren't they???) to the crime scene.

     "I FORGOT THIS- oh! Rhubarb! Hi! Um...... well, the thing is, there's a robbery slash hostage situation in the, um, err, the uhh, bank there, and, uh, I was...wondering if you'd, uhhhh....stop it?"

    "-silence-" (Yet again, we'd like to state TDR can't talk. There are people out there who aren't too bright. I'm sorry to say it's true.)

     Without another word to say (and we all should know by now why), The Dancing Rhubarb, strolled into the bank.

     The captain quickly rushed to his nifty police car and put in a CD labeled "Captain Danny's Cool Tension Music Mix" and played it. Immediately, tension music, just like the stuff played in "The Mole", starts to sound into the atmosphere. Everyone waits, while no sound comes from the bank, just like in the tension music scenes.

     All of a sudden, the robber/hostage taker comes flying through the window, tied up in green vines. Everyone cheers as The Dancing Rhubarb walks out, and tries to fly off into the sky. He jumps, but he falls back to earth. He jumps again, and the same thing happens. So, he walks away, with the crowd cheering, as they've grown accustomed to this. Soon afterwards, they all get in their cars and drive away, feeling a sense of goodness and dignity, while leaving the robber/hostage taker lying in the middle of the street, watching as a steamroller turns the corner towards him (Like I've said, things don't get much cheesier than this. Please don't eat the paper as I was talking in a metaphorical sense; the paper is not truly made of cheese. Neither is The Dancing Rhubarb or any of it's affiliates. Just thought I'd clear that up.).

 

On to Chapter 3