Sky High Page #3

When do we brief the president on

supervillain infiltration of the IRS?

President would be Monday.

Tuesday? Great.

No, thank you, Linda.

Hon, dinner's almost ready.

Could you stop playing with your robot eye

- and help set the table?

- Sure.

- Oh, there he is!

- Hey.

- Man of the hour!

- Well, how'd it go?

Um, Dad, we need to talk.

You mean a little hero-to-hero talk?

I think I know just the place.

Come on.

Hon'?

- OK, so, Dad...

- Oh, this isn't the place, Will.

- This...

...is the place.

No way! The secret sanctum?

You know, I'll never forget my first day at Sky High.

Your grandfather finally trusted me enough

to give me the key to his secret sanctum.

'Course, in those days, we still used keys.

Go ahead, son.

I already added your biometrics this morning.

Oh, Will, one thing.

'Course, you must never ever

bring anyone into the secret sanctum.

That's why it's called the secret...sanctum.

Uh, I would never.

Go for it.

Oh, this one's mine, Will.

- You can use Mom's.

- Sorry.

No way.

You've got a pool table?

- How about the pinball machine?

- Man.

- Let's see. Where do I start?

Uh, I don't know.

Over here we got Mom's stuff.

Uh, scientific equipment, gadgetry, whatnot.

Will? Oh. Yeah.

All our greatest battles.

Our finest moments.

Ticranium's head.

Exo's number one bug-bot.

- And is this, uh...?

- Royal Pain's Pacifier.

Now that was a great day, Will.

The first time your mom and I

ever teamed up to fight evildoers.

Soon as she came smashing through the

window, I knew she was the one for me.

I wish you could have seen us.

We were fantastic!

Royal Pain got his, and I got the Pacifier.

And this is my proudest possession.

- Oh. Well, it's amazing.

- Well.

- What's it do?

- No idea.

So this is it.

It's all down here.

Our story, your mom and me,

of, well, kickin' butt and takin' names, huh?

But now it's time

for a new chapter in the story.

The three of us, fighting crime together

side by side...by side.

Now, what was it you wanted to tell me about?

Oh, um...

...that I'm gonna kick your butt at pool!

- Well, we'll see about that!

- OK.

Choose your weapon, sir.

I'll break.

- There it is.

- You got the right one.

You were right.

He took it home.

Hey, he's got the ego the size of a giant robot.

Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!

- Hey, Layla.

- Hi.

So where were you after school?

I was worried.

I got stuck in the nurse's office.

And the news just keeps getting better and better.

Turns out I may never get my powers.

How'd your dad take it?

What was I supposed to do?

He showed me the secret sanctum.

You have to tell them.

My parents are the greatest

superheroes on the planet.

Everybody expects greatness from me.

Well, you are great.

Thanks.

OK, so you're a sidekick.

It's not the end of the world.

When life gives you lemons...

Make apple juice?

I can't make lemons.

I don't know what it is.

Yeah but see, no, you have an awesome

power and you could have made hero easy.

I'm not into labels.

But why would you choose to be a sidekick?

Because I think the whole thing is stupid.

Dividing people into groups like that. I mean...

...what is this?

- High school?

Apple?

Thanks.

Morning, class.

Welcome to Hero Support.

My name is...

...All American Boy!

'Course, nowadays...

Ooh!

...I just go by Mr. Boy.

But this year, it will be my privilege

to help each of you become

the very best hero support that you can be.

Without hero support,

why, there wouldn't be any heroes.

All right, there probably would be heroes,

but they would be very lonely.

Lonely heroes indeed.

And...

Yes?

Uh, yeah, um,

when do we pick our names and costumes?

Because I call dibs on "Zach Attack."

Well, you don't get to pick.

On graduation day, you'll be assigned to your hero,

and then he or she will, uh,

decide what you will be called

and what you will wear.

I think this is mostly done in an

attempt to avoid clashing colors.

That's why when I was paired with...

...the Commander, red, white and blue it was,

which for me was a very good thing because,

uh, as you can see, blue really

just makes my eyes pop!

- It's very dramatic.

- Huh.

Uh, excuse me.

Uhm I didn't know you worked for the Commander.

I worked with the Commander.

We were a team,

Mr...Mr...Stronghold!

Stronghold.

You Steve's son?

Yeah.

And he never mentioned me to you.

I don't...I don't think so.

Makes sense.

That makes perfect sense, because the Commander

does not have time to sit around

flipping through scrapbooks

that I took the time to make for him.

No, the Commander's got to be

out there saving the world!

With your mom. Your mom.

- She ever mention me?

- Uh...

- Incoming!

Oh, look. He does glow.

I told you.

Greetings.

Little misfire in the Mad Science Lab.

No need to panic, unless

you're a single-cell organism.

Mr. Medulla,

we in Hero Support are trained never to panic.

My bad.

I'll get the nurse...unless she's injured.

Ah!

Change...and ho!

Now you. Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

- Go back.

OK, number one.

A radioactive zombie is charging at your hero.

Do you hand him:

A) His silver-tipped crossbow?

B) A wooden spike?

C) ...

Yo, that's so weak, man.

I'm holding his crossbow.

Why can't I shoot him myself?

'Cause we're hero support.

And if your hero asks for a crossbow,

- you hand it to him.

- Or her.

By the way, Zach, you can't kill a zombie.

You can only re-kill him.

- Or her.

- So, If you kids are all in here...

who's out there saving the world?

Dad. Why are you home so early?

After I stopped the Superdome from collapsing,

I was watching the game and got to thinking

"It's been a while since Will and I

tossed the old pigskin around."

So I thought I'd hustle back home, but I see you and Layla have

already made new friends.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

- What's your name, your power?

- I'm Ethan, and I melt.

OK.

- Zach. I glow.

- I see.

Magenta. I shape-shift.

- Shape-shift!

- Into a guinea pig.

Great. Great.

Great. Great! Really great.

Well!

I make a mean tuna fish salad sandwich.

- Anybody want one?

- No, no, no.

Pleasure meeting everyone.

- They're a good bunch of kids, Will.

- Yeah.

Can I ask you something, though?

Does that one kid really, you know, glow?

Sometimes.

Boy, they have really lowered

the bar some for superheroes

at that school since I went there.

Well, actually, he's a sidekick.

Oh. Well, that makes sense.

Yeah.

Actually, they're all sidekicks.

Good for you, son.

Kid of your stature hangin'

out with a bunch of sidekicks.

As a freshman? I didn't have the guts.

And I can only imagine what your grandfather

would have said if I'd have

brought some of them home.

You know, there's nothing wrong

with being a sidekick, Dad.

- Oh, no.

Of course not - I used to have one.

Saved my life once too.

Old...what's-his-name.

So then you would be fine with...

...if I was a sidekick.

Well, yeah, sure, I guess.

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