The OK Team 2

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Blink. In front of you is Monkey Two-Point-Oh and you’re about to meet Morphul and Swoop Swoop.’
    â€˜Morphul? What sort of Villain name is Morphul?’ smirks Torch.
    â€˜Swoop Swoop,’ sniggers Cannonball.
    The attack comes from the sky. Cannonball doesn’t see it coming and a girl, dressed in yellow, lands on his head, pushing his skater helmet over his eyes. She sits on his shoulders, pounding his helmet, as he staggers around, trying to see.
    â€˜Excellent work, Swoop Swoop,’ yells the Bushranger.
    Then a Villain, dressed in black and wearing a ninja mask, appears out of nowhere and whacks me hard across the face. ‘Like I said,’ he says. ‘The name’s Blink.’
    I go down with my eyes streaming. The downside of being a Hero is that you occasionally get punched.
    The Gamer makes a run at the Bushranger, but suddenly two large oak trees lean down and pound him with their branches. They land enough good shots that his vertical chest stripe is into the red. The Gamer suddenly takes a giant leap backwards, before pulling up some weeds to reveal a semi-transparent battery pack, which he waves an arm through. His energy stripe climbs back into the blues.
    But as soon as The Gamer advances, an oak tree belts him again, with one solid branch, and The Gamer is back in the reds, just like that. Cannonball is still cursing, trying to lift Swoop Swoop off his shoulders. She’s whacking his helmet with both hands, which isn’t the most brilliant attack, luckily.
    Meanwhile, Torch has crept up to the monkey, who watches him carefully.
    â€˜Ook!’ says the monkey happily. Torch reaches out a finger for the monkey to sniff and the monkey bites it, hard.
    â€˜Ouch! My flame finger too! Stupid monkey!’
    Monkey 2.0 produces a banana and throws it at Torch’s face, hitting him right between the eyes.
    Suddenly another figure emerges from the darkness. It’s tall and . . . kind of like a vampire. Then I realise it IS a vampire, with fangs and a big black cape.
    â€˜A vampire!’ I yell as I become a cloud.
    â€˜The name is Morphul,’ the vampire says. ‘I can morph into anything awful. I can become your worst nightmare.’
    He is not a very convincing vampire, now I can see him more clearly. His teeth look plastic and his cape is shabby and worn.
    â€˜Well, a vampire is only my second-worst nightmare,’ I say. ‘There’s this other one where I’m on a crowded train and I realise I’ve forgotten to put my pants on and –’ ‘Enough!’ says the vampire. ‘Prepare to become my next victim!’
    But I’m already invisible and floating away to the vampire’s left. He looks around in surprise and creeps the other way. When Torch sees him he screams.
    Suddenly, instead of a vampire, there is a fire hose pouring water straight at Torch, who runs fast to get away. And in the middle of a drought too. Talk about a socially irresponsible attack.
    I hear a smack and swing around just as the tree branches finally knock out The Gamer, who wasn’t able to find any more power top-ups in the nearby weeds. Swoop Swoop flies off Cannonball’s shoulders then kicks him in the stomach, sending him to the ground. Logi-Gal is hiding behind a fence.
    It’s up to me. I turn invisible and race up behind Monkey 2.0, scooping him up, dumping him in a rubbish bin and slamming down the lid before he can chomp into my now solid hands holding him.
    â€˜Logi-Gal,’ I yell. ‘Make sure he doesn’t escape.’
    She runs over to sit on the lid as I duck under a tree branch and give the Bushranger a solid whack to the stomach again, working on the theory that punching his helmet would probably hurt me more than it would hurt him.
    The yellow flying girl swoops down at me, but I turn invisible again and jump sideways so Swoop Swoop only kicks air where I had been. Her flying is pretty wonky, and I grab her

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