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School Marm was getting a kick out of how matters were moving forward. A big-old kick.
She had been concerned her modus operanti for capturing individuals wouldn't work out. It did.
School Marm had captured Mother Hulker. Technically, she had snared Jennifer in human-form.
Mother Hulker/ Jennifer was in a saferoom and couldn't talk. Pathetic and sad; couldn't be social.
School Marm considered that it would be hours before her benefactor reached where she lived.
"What to do? What to do?" School Marm said to no one in particular. Her words echoed around.
She left her saferoom and meandered about. Her benefactor had instructed her not to do this.
She decided to look through Jennifer's personal belongings sitting on the kitchen countertop.
Jennifer had a mask that could neutralize innate superpowers. "Pathetic," said School Marm. "My powers are tech-based."
Jennifer had brought along a Blackberry phone. "Old school junk," School Marm mumbled.
She said to no one "I know some law enforcement types buy these phones. I was a bit worried."
Jennifer used a Blackberry because, like the former President's, it couldn't be hacked.
Then she cackled. As her laughing ended, her sixth-sense went off. "What is amiss?" she asked.
School Marm screamed "Where are any keys? How did she get to my residence?"
She looked out her window. A classic car was parked on the street below, in front of her house.
School Marm recognized the car as a 1957 Chevy. Her obsession for the 1950s was a problem.
She wore wigs that were in a beehive hairdo style, and she wore mid-century vintage clothing.
School Marm returned to the saferoom to interrogate Jennifer as to why she owned a classic car.
On a notepad, Jennifer wrote that the '57 Chevy had been the least expensive car at a used car lot.
"Coincidence," School Marm said, satisfied. "Jennifer, where are the keys, by the way?"
Jennifer scribbled on the notepad "Under the front floor mat, on the passenger's side."
When School Marm looked from the window earlier, the car's convertible top had been down.
She went over to the window again, and saw neighborhood boys and girls around the Chevy.
School Marm locked Jennifer up, flew down the stairs to the outside, and shooed the kids away.
She grabbed the keys from under the mat, then couldn't help herself to say a little sensuous line.
"Possessions from the 50s aren't all bad," she said in a sultry way, "unless you want them to be."
That was the line she would use on Mack, her on-again, off-again, romantic love interest.
As she began driving to his place, she heard a whistle sound coming in like a tornado.
Then School Marm saw it, or rather saw her, a 50-foot tall woman in a dress reaching for the car.
She stopped, fled the car, and pushed buttons on what appeared to be a remote-control device.
School Marm pointed at the giantess and screamed at the top of her lungs "Scold Trolls attack!"
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