The Adventures of Kid Chameleon

The city of Canterlot just isn't what it used to be. It all happened so fast. It all happened in a big blur…everything went to hell. It's almost as if...everyone's sense of morals just...disappeared. A bad economy didn’t do any favors for them, either. The jobs started drying up. Because of that, the stores had to shut down.

As more and more ponies turned to crime and violence, this city has become gripped in fear. These are some dark-as-hell times. The city needs protection.

Luckily, there is a reptile that blends into the crowd by night, clinging to the walls, and uses his super-stretch tongue of justice to devour the bugs of crime and villainy. In order to remove these vile insects from the homes of society, I have decided to become more than a mutant. This city needs a hero. Of course, I am that hero. My name is Alvin Bennett.

Armed with my trusty sidekick Hogjaw the Super Pig, alias Simon Waronker, I am…KID CHAMELEON!!

As Equis plummets into despair and tragedy, Kid Chameleon (that’s me) and Hog Jaw (that’s my sidekick)  fight to preserve law and order.

Now, we’re in the park, because Hogjaw forgot to use the bathroom before we went out on nightly patrol. For a genetically altered guardian of justice, that just isn’t very intelligent.

Kid Chameleon took out his binoculars and spied a young mare, around 21, being cornered on a bench by a scruffy-looking stallion.

“I told you, Josh; I’m not ready!” the mare sobbed.

“Well…I am,” replied the stallion, getting closer.

An innocent mare, about to be raped…is THIS what our fair city has been reduced to? When the money trail ends, the raping trail begins?

Well, what can you expect? Some are helpless…without Kid Chameleon on the job. And even though Hog-Jaw is…indisposed, K.C. can still find a way to kick some ass and save the day.

Kid Chameleon leapt into action.

“Let the mare GO!!” he growled, pointing a finger at the stallion.

“Feh…it’s just some weirdo skunk in a goofy costume,” Josh shrugged as he went back to his business.

In an instant, Kid Chameleon pressed some buttons on his transmogrification device and transformed into an angry cat.

He leaped onto the bench, and began clawing at the stallion’s face like crazy.

He turned to the mare. “Get out of here and report this bastard to the cops while I handle him!! NOW!!”

She nodded, and galloped off towards the nearest police station. Feeling that his foe had learned his lesson, K.C. transformed back into his regular form and glared at Josh.

“And should you ever threaten or attempt to deflower another mare ever again, I may have to deal with your little friends: Tom, Dick, and Harry.” he growled.

Quickly, Kid Chameleon raced off into the night just as the police showed up. He climbed to the roof of the park restroom and found Hog Jaw waiting for him.

“CONSIDER THAT A LITTLE PRESENT, OFFICERS!!” K.C. yelled.

One of the officers, who’d caught a glimpse of the two superheroes on the roof, turned back quickly, only to see that they were gone.

“Who are you, Kid Chameleon?” he said to himself.

Meanwhile, as Kid Chameleon and Hog-Jaw headed home, the two heroes had a brief discussion between the two of them.

“I told you to use the toilet before we left for patrol!” KC griped.

“I didn’t have to go at that point, therefore it didn’t seem necessary.” Hogjaw replied.

“How many fucking times do I need to tell you? Even if it doesn’t seem necessary at the time, DO IT ANYWAY!!” KC screamed back at his sidekick.

“I-i’m sorry, KC.” replied Hog-Jaw.

Kid Chameleon sighed, exasperated.

“Forget about it. Look, maybe if we can make it home in time, we can catch the nightly reruns of Alvin & the Chipmunks (1983 TV series) in time, of make it home before it starts. Tonight’s rerun marathon kicks off with “The C-Team” the one where they team up with Mr. T.”

"For real?! WOW!!"

KC’s Point of View (Narrating):

That’s enough to motivate him into speeding up the pace on the Chamele-mobile so we can get home in time. But hey; if anything involving the Alvin & the Chipmunks cartoon is involved, it’s enough to motivate me, too.

In a few minutes, we’re both at home, resuming our civilian identities: average, mild-mannered Al Bennett and Si Waronker. We’re plopped on beanbag chairs in front of the TV, watching cartoons.

Suddenly, our friend who's more like a landlord, the Purple One enters our loft. Sorry if I didn’t mention that we lived in a loft.

As she moves in front of the TV, I pull my head up with a confused look. If she’s interrupting the FIRST episode of ‘Alvin and the Chipmunks’, then it’s probably some major bullcrap.

Normal POV

*“If you’re gonna block our TV, this had damn well better be important,” Si grunts.*

*“I have an announcement to make,” Twilight replied. “We’re moving to Ponyville.”*

*At this,  Al spat out his soda in shock.*

*“M-moving? WHY?” he asked.*

*“The Princess wants me to move so I can make ‘friends’. I don’t NEED friends!” Twilight objects.*

*“Then what would you call that little guy who always hangs around with you?"*

*"Spike? He's my assistant."*

*"...which technically counts as a friend, right?"*

*"NO!! LOOK, WE'RE MOVING, AND THAT'S THAT!!" She then stomps out of the room in a huff.*

*Aw, shit. Not even Alvin and the Chipmunks could cheer me up now.*

*Well...maybe.*