Bonjela Crisis

Daisy fitted the batteries into the special compartment of the cape and it dragged her into the air with all the static electricity of 100 helium balloons.

She flitted through the sky and hovered over school buildings, keep watch over them to see if the evil hybrid made an appearance. Daisy finally gave up flying and went inside to speak with the school nurses and the head teachers. Cautioning them about the proper uses of garlic one last time, she checked the next school: Hemogoblin hadn't been there either.

It was a long day before she finally gave up after visiting all the schools in the county. Tomorrow she would take on the schools of Liverpool. It wasn't very practical but she just loved their accents so darn much!

With her hair flying behind her, she resumed the hero-flying pose with one fist stuck straight out in front of her and her body as straight as a bean pole. Her red cape drew stares from people on the ground, and the blue symbol of two big Ds on her chest (in quite inappropriate places) brought shouts of, 'it's Ditzy Daisy, come to save us!'

Daisy waved and saluted not realizing the scaffolding in front of her. There was a loud CRASH! And several groans from the gathering crowd.

Daisy sighed, it got harder everyday to please the fans and remain, well, not ditzy.

'Id s'all ride! I jusssd bid my dongue.' It wasn't until the crowd stifled unimpressed gasps that it sunk in how something so innocent had come out so wrong.

'Appalling,' muttered one woman, covering the ears of her child. 'She may be famous but that does not entitle her to tell her public what she does with her excrement.'

Some teenagers were giggling. 'Hehe, she said dung!'

'Oh, ged over id.' Daisy was tired of the public taking everything the wrong way. Just because she was a celebrity…'Whad I need is Bonjela- the aniseed goodness sol'es e'eryone's pwoblems.'

Dust clung to her hair and clothes, leaving a trail of what looked like smog behind her when she flew. She could imagine the headlines now:

Ditzy Daisy Shocks Again!

The infamous 'super-hero' shocks the public with talk of something not-so-super!

What was it with the Press and sticking their noses in where they weren't wanted?

It really sucked.

Daisy flew into the window of her bedroom, shed herself of her cape and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She walked into the small room, but her mind didn't register the fact that the bright yellow shower curtain was billowing out of the bathtub behind her.

Daisy opened the mirror cabinet right in front of her and searched frantically for the Bonjela; her tongue was really starting to throb. But she supposed it was all in the good name of helping the world be a better place.

Wait a moment! Her Bonjela was gone! She always kept a spare tube in the cabinet under the sink. She checked. Oh my God! Both of the tubes were gone! How could she treat her tongue now- it had swollen enough to take up about three quarters of her mouth!

'Looking for these?'

Daisy swung around and there, standing among the billowing shower curtains, was Hemogoblin- her nemesis.

'You!' Daisy thought that the clichéd response, usually from comic books, rather suited her situation. And to think she had been waiting to say it ever since she had become a superhero.

Hemogoblin laughed manically. 'Yes, it's me. It's rather hard to miss me, though, isn't it?'

Daisy quite agreed with this. Being bright green with big yellow eyes and very sharp teeth didn't exactly help you to blend in with a crowd of humans. At least she, though rather short with very long hair, could blend in when she wasn't being super, or when she was tailing an evil villain.

Daisy tried to say something but found it rather hard as pain shot through her tongue and it swelled even more.

Hemogoblin just laughed even harder, his evil tones drifting from the bathroom and into her bedroom until everything became infected. She heard several loud popping sounds and realized that the fudge she saved for victory was popping in protest to the evilness spilling from Hemogoblin's mouth.

'And now, Ditzy Daisy, I shall hold your mouth-healing aniseed-tasting medicine hostage until you reveal your true identity.'

'Never! I will never submit my true non-super identity to you and your very-' Daisy gulped loudly- 'sharp fangs!'

'Then watch as your actions destroy this tube of Bonjela you so obviously love!' His long nailed green hand squeezed and the top of the Bonjela tube popped off, quickly followed by a clear stream of the stuff that would heal her tongue.

Daisy fell to her knees and cried: 'Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'

Will Ditzy Daisy reveal all about herself and save the unfortunate Bonjela from being subjected to Hemogoblin's talons?

Read the next chapter to find out!