Super-Dude.

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Out within the expanse of Brown Nut forest, Cub leader Buck dangled precariously over a cliff edge while Susan held onto his belt firmly, in his hand he held a rope that hung down to where little Jonny was standing; his feet half floating in mid air as he grasped onto the cliff side.

“Grab the rope, Jonny!” Buck shouted impatiently.

“No!” replied little Jonny, “Super-Dude will be here soon!”

“Super-Dude” Buck said emptily to Susan. “He spends more time stopping for photos than he does stopping crime.”

Just then a crack of thunder bellowed across the sun dazzled mountain side, a wind howled as something sped through the air faster than a flying freight train, parting the tree tops and scattering unsuspecting birds here and there from their nests.

“It's Super-Dude!” little Jonny beamed. “I told you he would come!”

“Well that's just great” Buck mumbled.

Super-Dude flew straight to the cliff side, his cape flapping perfectly in the breeze and his boyish good looks unfazed by a few bugs that had perished on his forehead. He was nearly every part a true hero.

“Let's get you down from here, shall we?” Super-Dude said holding out his hand.

“Super-Dude. I'm your biggest fan!”

“You can tell me all about it on the way down, hey son.”

“I've got all your playing cards!” little Jonny said rambling through his bag next to him. “And look! My lunch box has your face on it!”

“Of course it does!” Super-Dude said happily. “Now let's get you down, back to safety.”

“Safety is your best friend, it will never let you down” little Jonny said quoting his favourite Super-Dude line.

“Um, sure. So let's fly you out of here.”

Little Jonny hesitated, “Yes. You can... it's just.”

“Just what?”

“Well. You haven't really done anything yet.”

“Beg your pardon?” Super-Dude said puzzled.

“You know, like a barrel roll, or maybe stopping a river with your super breath?”

Super-Dude looked at his wrist watch, “I think we should just get you down really son.”

“Or maybe you could fight a bear or something?”

“Fight a bear?!”

“Yeh.”

“And where will I find a bear, exactly?”

“I don't know” little Jonny shrugged. “You could use your super hearing I guess?"

“I don't think so.”

“what about a squirrel then?”

“No!” Super-Dude said flatly.

“Please!”

“Look kid, I'm pretty busy. I've got an oil spill to sort out and a bunch of nuns to free from Dr Mad. So if you could just take my hand and we'll fly you out of here.”

“Oh it's not a problem, I can wait” little Jonny said holding his hands up. “My mum made me cheese'n'peanutbutter rolls. So I'm okay for a bit longer.”

Super-Dude rubbed his nose feeling a bit pressed for time, “Please, please don't ell me you climbed down here just to see me.”

“Of course not!” little Jonny snapped. “I jumped” he said pointing to his sleeve. “I've got my badge for acrobatics.”

“He does this all the time” Buck shouted down from the cliff top. “You can go if you like. We'll be fine.”

“I can't leave him there!” Super-Dude shouted.

“Look” said little Jonny, “there's a fox over there. You could throw it somewhere if you like?”

“No!” both Buck and Super-Dude said together.

For the next hour or so, what would be deemed as a rather tricky yet totally pointless negotiation took place on the cliff side. In the end little Jonny settled for a toad being pushed gently into a stream, and a quick fly around the mountain. Unfortunately, the group of nuns had been vaporised and Dr Mad was beginning to seriously doubt the abilities of his arch enemy.