Blaze and Flea were test driving their new crime dissolution vehicle at turbo speeds far greater than the norm. Blaze: “It feels great pushing the 20,000 hp.” Flea: “Yeah I’m surprised that the tires are still in one piece. Our last test vehicle caught ablaze and the tires melted plumb off.”
The two heroes go back a long way. In the fourth grade they rescued old Mrs. Haxtun from an armed and dangerous robber. Flash to the fourth grade: Mickey Davis: “Did you hear the lady screaming over there behind the old candy store?” Scottie Dreams: “Yeah, it sounds pretty scary, why don’t we take a look.” Sure enough old Mrs. Haxtun was being held by the throat by a man in a black leather jacket and a black ski mask. He had in his other hand a huge knife.
Mickey: “You better let her go.” Scottie: “Yeah you better let her go, Mister!” Villain: “Or you’ll do what, you little turds?” Scottie: “You’ll be one sorry crook, mister.” The villain in black was surrounded. The bricks of the old candy store to his rear and a building to his right and his left. The only way out was through the two little turds. He thought pensively as he held Mrs. Haxtun now with one arm around her throat in a choke hold and the knife on the other side of her neck. Villain: “Well the old bag will just have to die.” Mickey: “Well Mister, we’ll just have to take care of you and when we’re done we’ll give what’s left of you to the cops.”
Flash: Test Drive: Blaze: “You got to admit, we were two scared little kids, but we stood our ground and the crook couldn’t see us let alone Mrs. Haxtun, with blue spray paint in his eyes.” Flea: ” Hah Yeah that was great, Mrs. Haxtun just couldn’t stop thanking us every day and her chocolate chip cookies were awesome. That crook just kept saying “My eyes are on fire!” “They’re on fire!” Blaze: “That is when I knew, that instead of Mickey, I wanted to be known as Blaze.” Flea: “But why did you decide to call me Flea, Mickey?” Blaze: “That’s Blaze, remember. Anyway You have always been sort of a pest, but I wouldn’t pick anyone else to be my partner against crime.” Flea with a smile: “Hey keep your eyes on the road.” Axo-Druelarian Crime fighting Turbo at 290 MPH rounding a corner in the Rockies: “Screeeeeeeech!” The two cheerful compadres were flamed out in their crime fighting gear: Blaze: All blue, custom-fitted, spandex-lined body armor, with a blue mask and black visor; Flea: Decked out in all black form-fitting, spandex-lined body armor with a black tactical helmet and visor: Both stylish yet formidably imposing to the criminal element.
Flash Two weeks earlier: Prison Guard: Speaking to a roguish , burly convict, loaded with tattoos, one of a lady smiling with a smoking gun on his right arm and a angry scowl on his face: “Skhrawl, it looks like you’re right back in the toilet, eh? I wonder how long it will take you to escape and get slammed back in here the next time?” Skhrawl: “No thanks to that idiot Blaze and his no good buddy Flea.” I can’t wait see them again. I can’t wait to put those two mangy dogs to sleep.” Guard: “Not in your wildest dreams. You might as well hang up those cleats.” Skhrawl hacking, while sucking in on a cigarette: “Cough, cough, wheeze, wheeze. Don’t count your chickens.”