Billions of years ago, somewhere deep in a distant galaxy far, far away, a race of benevolent immortals harnessed the most powerful force in all of existence: The rainbow energy of harmony. These immortals, the Queens of the Harmonic Cosmos, built a world from where they could watch over all of existence: The planet Harmonius. After the Big Bang, they divided every corner of the universe to the other into 3,600 sectors. A crystal tree planted by every meteorite, containing a magical crystal seed, and powered by the energy of harmony was sent to the core of every planet to protect it from any other destructive force of nature.

During the universal expansion, the planet Harmonius divided up into many mighty cities. The people of this world have lived in peace and prosperity for many eons, under the protection of not only their benevolent and beautiful queens Celestia and Luna, and a new group of heroines bonded with a stronger power of compassionate teamwork, and a special unbreakable chain of friendship.

However, this squadron of young girls from other worlds have shown that they can be more valuable than anything, except prove themselves worthy, and be one without any fear, anger, or hate.

Together, these 6 heroines, formed personally by the queen and her protégé, became a team of 6 super-powered intergalactic peacekeepers known as… the Harmonian Defenders.

Of all the threats they ever faced… the gravest was a terrible brink of disaster that caused the eons of peace to change, when a mad and ruthless satyr/yeti-like titan, The Storm King of Exegol, the lost apocalyptic storm planet of darkness and chaotic madness, led an ambitious and ruthless campaign to capture the Power Princesses and their queen, and to use three mother boxes to create the Unity, an cosmic anti-life equation powerful enough to destroy all life on any planet, and make himself the storming emperor of the galaxy, which then sparked a war between good and evil beyond the cosmos.

Present Day: Stardate 2022

As the war raged on for nearly a century, the planet was now consumed by death and destruction, making it nearly uninhabitable to live.

One day, during the war’s final days, the evacuation of the entire planet was commenced immediately as many Harmonians fled into several transportation shuttles to find a new home on other planets and to warn them about The Storm King’s tyranny and conquest for power. Meanwhile, a few soldiers were covering heavy fire so that they can buy everyone time to escape, and took some heavy casualties with their cannons.

“They’ve broken through the front lines!”

“I’ve lost contact with the 4th squadron!”

“There’s too many of them!”

While the cannons fired more plasma missiles, a lot of soldiers were dying by being shot at.

“Stand fast! AAH!”

Three Storm Creature soldiers were firing from above.

But they were suddenly shot by Queen Celestia’s solar staff, which had an axe type of feature on top and a sun shaped crystal.

“Where are the Defenders?!” she asked, until she saw her protégé, the Masked Matterhorn and her team appear by making a heroic entrance.

“Don’t worry, Queen Celestia. We were dealing with the evacuation of the planet,” Masked Matterhorn said. “Sorry we’re late, though,” Fili-Second said, and Queen Celestia nodded.

“GET DOWN! INCOMING!”

“Uh, guys?!” Zapp said, pointing at big trouble appearing towards them as they all went wide eyed, including the queen.

Suddenly, The Storm King’s Dreadnaught Cruiser came, including the Storm King, and his associates, Insidious, a hooded male with a black hooded robe and red and carbon fiber gray fabric underneath, grey wrinkled skin, and yellow eyes, and Tempest Shadow, a female warrior with blackish navy blue, gauntlets and ankle boots, and armor over a black shirt and shorts, and a moderate rose mohawk and a scar on her right eyes, and a sword on her hip, until The Storm King sent in a squadron of fighter ships, chariots, and an army of more guards, while others were gorillas and the other demonic alien ape-like creatures, and ravenously ferocious space dogs named Grievers.

“CALVARY, ATTACK!”

Queen Celestia then hollered, “Guards, Defenders, fall back! Get to the tower!”

Tempest then commanded a squadron, “Destroy the launchpad! Let none escape!”

As 5 fighter ships were in pursuit, the last remaining civilians were on each transport ship in groups, including all families and the friends they knew, were together.

“Harmonius has fallen. Quickly, get to the shuttles! There are other inhabitable planets across the galaxy, and among other quadrants in the far distance! We must reach them if we hope to survive!” Queen Celestia has even lost her sister, Queen Luna during the war because she was captured by the Storm King himself.

“Your highness! We must get your ship ready!” a guard said.

“No! There’s no time! This is our home! We have to stand and fight!” Masked Matterhorn hollered.

Refusing to let The Storm King gets his hands on their powers or the three mother boxes, which she sent them to the far reaches of space, and use them for his evil plot of intergalactic conquest, Queen Celestia gave a task for the six princesses.

“We will fight on, but you all must find refuge first, because I can’t join you on this one. I’ve found a distant galaxy between the Alpha and Beta Quadrants: the Milky Way, and there, you’ll find one inhabitable planet that’s well hidden, and located to the farthest reaches of the universe in that distant galaxy - Earth. You six will travel there and establish the ship as a Fortress of Solitude, and carry on our planet’s legacy, but in secret. Once everyone is safe, I’ll join you as soon as I can. Now listen to me: you must protect the planet. If the Storm King finds it, then our people are truly finished. And the entire universe is doomed for all eternity. Now, go.”

Acknowledging their queen’s orders, the six princesses got on board a huge scout ship the size of a cruiser, and then got into the bridge, until the flight squadron fired laser missiles on the launchpad until the ship began to launch and take off. But the Storm King couldn’t let them get away so easily.

“NO! DESTROY IT!” he said.

As the defenders were beginning to escape while the ship was firing up the booster engines, The Storm King sent a small squadron to follow and pursuit them but take them in alive. The defenders’ ship was weakening from casualty damages by the firepower of the incoming bombardment, but somehow, Queen Celestia managed to save them with her will and her courage so they can escape. “Good luck, Defenders! I’ll buy you some time!” she said, as Queen Celestia fought off the squadron, before the defenders’ ship safely escaped.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” The Storm King shouted, before going over to Queen Celestia and they fought with both The Storm King’s storm axe/staff and Celestia’s royal scepter.

“The Defenders… where have you sent them?!” he asked, while breathing hardly. While Celestia took out her staff and then slammed it onto the ground, she then charged it up.

“You may have taken half of my people of this world, but you’ll never get the Defenders of Harmony or the mother boxes, Storm King! Not while I’m still breathing!” Queen Celestia said bravely and defiantly, as a powerful source of energy began to surge, before it suddenly began to flow through her entire body, until she started to glow brightly like the sun. A pair of huge ethereal wings sprouted from her back, like if she was an angel from outer space, as she was then lifted off her feet like in a force of gravity. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms into an x shape and covered her wings into a heart shape, “Luna, I will see you soon,” she whispered to herself before unleashing her power, and going supernova at the end with a golden yellow glow, making a huge explosion of magical energy from the sun.

Queen Celestia gave half her life to save the Defenders of Harmony and to let her subjects escape safely, until she fainted and was suddenly taken prisoner by the Storm King. Though she had succeeded in destroying most of The Storm King’s army and some of his fleet, Harmonius is now a wasteland, though the Storm King hardly cared about that as there are other planets in every galaxy he could conquer until the universe was his, but he was angry that he had lost both half his army and the defenders as well.

Meanwhile, the Defenders were still traveling throughout their home galaxy on their ship, until they somehow made it through the portal, exiting their galaxy and traveling throughout the universe for the Milky Way as they engaged their hyperspace warp drive and made the traveling a little easier.

Maretropolis: Planet Earth

‘What has become of this city? There used to be laws. Justice. But not anymore.’

A shadowy figure swooped in began to parkour and jumped from a rooftop and towards another, and began to run through the shadows.

‘Crime is out of control. Stores are being robbed. And townspeople are being victimized.’

‘The local authorities were supposed to protect and serve those who couldn’t protect themselves. But tonight, was a big night, because it was one of those nights a bigger crime syndicate to plot its diabolical schemes to top all crimes in history.’

‘The city needs protection. This is a city worth saving. Now, sides are at war in the criminal world. But war wasn’t going to save the city. This city’s only hope was now up to one person who could stand up to this crime war.

‘For anytime, anyplace, evildoers had better beware of this city’s greatest hero, its lethal protector of the innocent and helpless: Captain Dragon Fistfighter!’

Captain Dragon Fistfighter had a green ski mask with yellowish green stripes, a powdered dark green hoodie that was strapped with a black harness and gliding flaps that resembled a flying squirrel, blue camouflage cargo pants, gray and brown boots, a metal staff in two halves on his back, and a yellow band around his waist.

’With his incredible agility of the martial arts, and staying in the shadows, super soldier speed and strength, and the ability to use the martial art of the bo staff and the elemental power of fire while in combat, this city’s greatest hero was unstoppable!’

’But despite all the fame and fortune at his disposal, hiding in the shadows would have to wait, because when you’re facing the city’s biggest crime syndicates in history, there’s one thing that always remains missing from this point of action, and that’s-’

“SAM!” a voice shouted.

“GET UP!”

“You’ll be late for school!”

The dragon super soldier suddenly fell out of the comic world and landed into reality, as he found himself underneath his bedsheets and blankets.

It was a pleasant morning in the crime ridden city of Maretropolis. The sun rose beyond over the horizon, climbing over the peaks of the city’s buildings from smallest to tallest.

The sun’s morning ray soon found its way into a room, where a young boy, roughly at the age of fourteen, was in his bed before he heard the same voice again.

“Sam! Get up!”

The boy then got up and put on his clothes for today.

The boy had ruffled up spikes of dark olive green and brown streaked hairs, with matching green eyes. For his attire, he wore a powdered pistachio green t-shirt with the symbol of a yellow star on the front and dark blue cuffs on the crest and sleeves underneath a red sweatshirt that had light yellow stripes, a pair of blue jeans held up by a black canvas belt, and dark blue converse sneakers with lighter blue pads and soles.

”Yep. That’s me. My name is Samuel Cedric Heathspike, but my folks call me Sam. I live here in Maretropolis with my parents. But besides all of that, I’m just a normal kid, with a normal life. And today… is the beginning of a new school year for me, but this time at Maretropolis High, as a freshman in the 9th grade.” He then looked at his phone, as the time said 6:35am, “SHIT!”

“Alive” - Warbly Jets

After going downstairs to the kitchen, he grabbed himself breakfast, which was one waffle topped with butter and syrup made by his mom, and then brushed his teeth, before he grabbed his backpack and was out the front door in the nick of time.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Love you two!” Sam shouted as he took off running to catch up to the bus.

“Bye, Sam! Have a good day, sweetie!” His mom called out, while washing the dishes from breakfast.

“Watch yourself out there, son! Just to let you know!” His dad suggestively added, reading a newspaper.

“No worries, dad!” Sam replied.

Sam panted heavily by the time he caught up to the bus as it arrived on time before he could run as fast as he normally can and jump onto the stairs and grab onto the handlebar. Exhausted, but feeling triumphant, he took a seat on the bus and then put on his ear-pods to listen to some of his favorite iTunes and pulled out a comic book to read before the bus drove off.

”It may not seem like you’re average normal type of city, but the city of Maretropolis is actually one of the biggest crime ridden cities on the whole planet. I’m just lucky enough to be alive with both of my parents, but that doesn’t still make the state of this city any better.”

“There’s just so many criminal activities running loose around the city, including thefts, drug deals, robberies, and many crime syndicates, and there’s just not enough cops to deal with it. All the more reason why my parents and I still live here, meaning someday, it’s gotta stop.

Sam turned the page of his comic book.

“Anyway, with all the crime waves in this city we had to live with, I sometimes tend to let myself lose in the comics of certain superheroes to take my mind off of things that stress me out. A little peace of mind, if that’s something you would normally call it, and maybe some friends of mine I can count on.”

The bus finally arrived at the front of the school, Maretropolis High. With a release of steam and pressure, the bus doors swung open, to let its passengers get off. Sam was now the last person to get off the bus. Breathing in the fresh air of his new school, he knew he had just taken the first step to starting the next stage of his life, going to high school and meeting future achievements.

“In the words of the courageous Neil Armstrong,” Sam began. “This is one small step for a man, and one giant leap for mankind, but in my world, a brighter future ahead." He then entered the school to start his day.

For his first class of the day, Sam had science class, with an awkwardly insane but really smart teacher named Dr. Robertshaw. He then walked into his classroom and took a seat with the other students.

Dr. Robertshaw was a tall, scrawny man with a neatly buzz trimmed and combed brown hair in a swept up curl and a small handlebar mustache, dark brown eyes, and wore a black coat over a black turtleneck sweater fleece, with dark charcoal gray khakis, and black shoes. He suddenly walked into the classroom, and in a caricature of a Canadian-American accent, “Good morning, my fellow students!”

They replied back, before the doctor saw Sam sitting at his desk, and then looked at him closely, “Are you new here?”

“Yes, I a...” Sam replied, until Dr. Robertshaw interrupted him.

“Of course you are!”

Sam was then about to shake his hand, and introduce himself, “My name is…”

Dr. Robertshaw cut him off, “Yip-bib-bib! No need for introductions, Mr. Heathspike.”

Sam was shocked, “But, how did…?”

Dr. Robertshaw leaned a little closer, and showed him one of his inventions, which was a badge cover with a red barcode icon on a black screen, “You’ve never seen or experienced anything like this before. It says I’m the top banana of this class, in a world full of hungry little monkeys. Allow me to clarify.” He turned his head making robot noises. “In a sequentially ranked hierarchy, based on level of critical importance, the disparity between us is too vast to quantify.”

“Is that supposed to mean something?” Sam asked.

“Just go with it. He’s like this most of the time,” a student, who was a boy replied.

“He just thinks you’re basic,” a girl student said.

“Okay, class. For your first assignment, you will all be doing the introduction packet for the important rules and traits of science class, meaning gather scientific method, and then study over the periodic tables given to each one of you, and that’ll also be your homework for tonight, which should suffice…” Robertshaw lectured, before he saw a student feeling confused. “Are you looking at me funny? Stop or I’ll pull up your search history.”

The student then gulped, until the crazy teacher continued, “And remember that if you have any problems with your assignments, report it straight to me… Blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah.“

Sam looked down at his element, “Uhh… excuse me, sir? I’m not offending you or anything, but how are we supposed to start if you didn’t give us…?”

“Oh, I apologize for that, my dear boy,” Robertshaw began, until he confronted him in a creepy way. “And I suppose you’ve got a problem with that, or are you just being too smart for me, or maybe smart with me?”

“No, no problem at all. It’s just… we also don’t normally get homework on the first day, except on the second week, which is next week,” Sam said.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I didn’t recognize that… uhh… I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Robertshaw asked.

“Sam Heath…”

“Nobody cares!” Dr. Robertshaw interrupted Sam again, before going over to talk to him. “Nobody cares… Aww… don’t take it personally, my dear boy. But you wanna know why not everybody else cares what you think? Because not everyone in this world cares about you feeble accomplishments in the future. And not everyone cares about how proud your Mommy is that you’re reading in a third and fifth grade reading level, and that your Daddy is a strong man in the police force, serving his country with great honor. You ever finished Charlotte’s Web yet? Spoiler alert: she dies at the end and leaves a big egg sac! But you can be better, because I have a lot coming out of my egg sac.” Sam started to feel scared.

He then walked over to the center of the class and spoke to his students. “But… you know what I love about science? It’s all about knowledge! It’s about working for basic methods and critical thinking! You don't need time off to get drunk and put the boat in the water!

“But we’re just kids.”

“Exactly! And all of you, do what you’re told. Do the assignments I give you, and we’ll all get along just fine. Now that anyone else doesn’t have anymore complaints…” the students shook their heads. “…you may begin.”

The students then began their assignments while Dr. Robertshaw watched from his side of the room.

“Man, that guy is crazy,” Sam sighed in relief, happy to at last be over with science class.

“Tell me about it. I don’t know why they hired him anyway,” a voice commented in reply. “You said it,” another voice said, to which Sam turns around to see two freshman boys about his age, but a little bit taller. One had vivid opal eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses the same color but also with a green gradient, and the other had vivid purple eyes also covered a pair of sunglasses in the same color but had a lighter gradient, they had black combed hair except the other one had a dyed shade of red on it, and they both wore darker gray button up sweatshirts, but one of them had a dark cerulean blue shirt with the image of a scarab beetle in a circle at the front and the other had a crimson red shirt with the image of a rhinoceros beetle in a circle at the front, both wore black cargo pants, gray socks and black sneakers.

”This guy is Thornton Alexander, and the other was Preston Alexander, his brother, but their personal nicknames were...”

“Thorax! Pharynx!” Sam yelled happily to see two of his best friends. “Glad to see you, guys!”

“Same here, Sam!” Thornton said as they both hugged their friend and then did a triple fist pounding handshake.

“It’s nice to know that we’re both gonna suffer through high school together, huh?” Sam joked.

“Yeah, I hear that,” Preston said.

“So, how was your summer?” Sam asked.

“It was pretty great, but Preston and I will tell you more about it later. Come on, we better get to our next class,” Thornton said.

With that, the three happily reunited besties walked down the halls together before arriving at their next class, which was language arts. One of Thornton’s favorite kind of classes and in his field of expertise, same for Preston. The three boys found a couple of seats and sat next to each other, just as the teacher came into the classroom.

In appearance, the teacher was a tall, intimidatingly attractive, but yet professionally intimidating (in a good or nicer person way) and voluptuous woman with long jet black hair with dyed streaks of dark cerulean and a darker green and black butterfly hair clip over her beautiful piercing green eyes and dark cerulean eyeshadow and lipstick. She also had blackish cerulean nail polish, but claw shaped. She wore a black suit including a matching blazer jacket and cropped mid rise pants, with a green blouse underneath and a black necktie, black knee high nylon socks and black high heeled Mary Janes.

“Good morning, everyone,” she said. “Welcome to English 101, home of the literature and language arts. For those of you who don’t know me, I am Miss Christina Chrysalis and I will be your instructor for the year.”

And after doing an introduction lecture on the class, the class for the semester began as the students started doing their assignments.

When English class was over, the three boys were walking out of class, while Sam was feeling like he’s been seductively traumatized by a teacher. “Okay, that lady is a bombshell!” Sam said in excitement. “But she was kinda hot.”

“Yeah, she even makes Maleficent sound friendly,” Thornton added. “I don’t know why I was afraid of her, but it sounded pretty good.”

“You’re telling me,” Preston said.

Sam somehow couldn’t get what happened out of his head.

Earlier…

In English class, the teacher, Ms. Chrysalis was teaching her lesson towards her students.

While the students did their worksheets with the textbooks, she was leaning over Sam’s desk and spoke while motioning to his book, “You see, Mr. Heathspike, you’re meant to use the semicolon right here.” she instructed, as she pointed out his mistake.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

Sam, who had been leaning back from Chrysalis, who was too close for comfort.

It was hard to not look down or away from her. He somehow saw that the top two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned and the other top parts of her jacket undone, and seeing right down into the generous view of her gorgeous breasts.

‘Must resist!’ he thought while keeping his eyes from looking at her chest.

“You know, Mr. Heathspike, if you keep having trouble with this, I’d be more than happy to privately tutor you,” Chrysalis smiled.

“You what?” Sam winced, as she got closer.

“Yes. After all, if there’s one thing this school doesn’t tolerate, it’s really poor grades. And what kind of teacher would I be if one of my students grades started plummeting?” the woman then continued to flirt with him, ignoring all the stares from the other students. Unfortunately Sam wasn’t able to ignore them so much.

Right now…

Sam suddenly realized that his English teacher was actually teasing him in a playful way, and kinda felt relaxed that it was all over. “I hate to say it, but I’m starting to think that the rest of this first day of school may not be so bad. So, why don’t we give it a go?” Sam asked his buds.

“Yeah, you’re right! Let’s do it!” Thornton said in agreement.

However, Sam wasn’t looking where he was going, when he was hit in the face by a locker door.

BANG!

“OW!” Sam wailed, falling to the floor from the impact. “Ugh…my face!”

“Whoa, Sam! Are you okay?!” Thornton asked.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Are you alright?!” the student exclaimed, immediately getting down to help Sam up.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, uhh…” the boy looked up and was immediately lost as he gazed into the moderate opal eyes of a girl, who appeared to be the age of a junior or senior, with brilliant scarlet red hair with fire shaped streaks of golden yellow stylized in a long flow of curls with one small curly bang over her head. Her attire included a black leather jacket with orange arrow stripes on the sleeves and silver studs on the collars over a magenta shirt with a orange and yellow blazing print of a phoenix on fire and a red and yellow shimmering sun symbol in the center, an orange skirt with yellow and magenta stripes on the left side, and a pair of black boots with purple flames at the toes.

“Anyways, again I’m really sorry, I didn’t see you there,” the girl apologized.

“No, no, it was my fault,” Sam replied, while rubbing the spots that almost hurt on his face. “I guess I should’ve looked where I was going.”

“Okay. Well, either way, I hope you boys have a nice day. See you around.” With that said, the girl started off and took her leave, disappearing among the unexpected crowd of students walking to their next classes or to get stuff from their lockers.

“Wow… she seems like a nice girl,” Thor complimented.

“Oh, yeah. She really is,” Sam said, while gazing at her hips moving. “Who was that anyhow?”

“That’s Scarlett Dusk,” a passing female student whispered. “She works with animal philanthropist, Rain Shine, the founder of the all-time homeless animal sanctuary, Kirin’s Natural Lodge of Animal Care, so of course she’s nice, but she’s had a rough life before coming here. Many male students can’t get their looks off of her.”

“Kirin’s Natural Lodge of Animal Care?” Sam asked, before it rang a bell in his memory. “Oh, yeah! My mom works there part-time as the nurse, and is Dr. Fauna’s partner.”

“Really?” Theodore asked.

“Yeah,” Sam replied, and then explained. “She and Dr. Fauna help the animals with their medicine and gives them their vaccinations so that they don’t get any sicknesses, including rabies, and does a good job at doing it.”

“Wow, you’ve got a good mom who cares for animals,” Preston nodded.

“But I didn’t even know her life was bad before. Maybe I should ask how it happened next time I see her,” Sam asked.

“Probably a good idea, buddy,” Theodore said. “And speaking of which, I’m starving. Let’s get some lunch.” Preston said.

“You just read my mind, pal,” Sam said as he and the two brothers went to lunch.

The three boys made it to the school’s cafeteria, went up in line, got their trays of food and were now on the search for a table for the both of them to sit at. However, almost nearly half of a quarter of them were filled up. “Man, where are we gonna find ourselves a table?” Sam asked.

A voice called out for the boys. “Hey, Sam! Thorax! Pharynx! Over here!” They quickly turned towards the direction of the voice, to see a table being seated by a freshman girl, who was also taller than Sam.

“Gwen!” Sam called happily, as he, Thornton, and Preston took their seats with the girl.

‘This is Gwendolyn Brooks Griffiths, but normally, we call her Gwen for short. She’s really enthusiastic towards others, and has an amazing sense of humor like other people do.’

Gwen had moderate turquoise eyes, her hair dyed arctic bluish gray and tied in a small bun on the back of her head by a light blue band. She wore an arctic bluish and cyanish gray hooded jacket with a light cornflower bluish gray plush layer underneath the hood over a white shirt with dark bluish gray cuffs, a pair of dark azureish gray denim cargo short pants exposing half her legs, and charcoal grayish blue sneakers and bluish white socks.

“Wow, it’s great to have two familiar faces on the first day of school, especially since they’re my friends,” Sam smiled.

“Yeah. It sure is,” Gwen replied.

“How’ve you been, Gwen?” Preston asked.

“I’m having the best first day as a freshman!” Gwen exclaimed happily. “I’m already liking my new teachers, and both Mathematics and World History were so much fun!”

Sam, Thornton and Preston muttered, until Sam spoke up, “Glad you’re happy, Gwen. Lucky you’re not stuck with one of the works I’ve got.”

“Not too bad, though half of the teaching staff here scare the living daylights out of me,” Sam said.

“How so?” Gwen asked.

“My science teacher, Dr. Robertshaw is kinda looney in an evil way,” Sam commented.

“Well, there's my science teacher, Dr. Robertshaw. He’s kinda looney,” he made the cuckoo clock gesture. “but in an evil way. He’s like scary beyond all reason.” He then shuddered.

“I’ll admit he seems intimidating,” Thornton admitted.

“Well, at least he’s not as clearly like those criminal scumbags out there,” Preston said.

“Not as intimidating as Professor Flintheart though. I know he was a little grouchy, but he wasn’t doing it on purpose,” Gwen said.

“And then there’s Ms. Chrysalis in English. She even kept looking at me and just about every male student in class in a flirtatious way. I think she might be a pedophile,” Sam trembled.

“I think you’re exaggerating on that one,” Gwen replied dryly.

“Am I, Gwen?!” Sam snapped, “When she asked me a question, she leaned over onto my desk and...” he looked around and then leaned in and whispered to her, ”gave me a view of her cleavage.”

Gwen’s eyes widened, “She didn’t.”

“She did,” Spike nodded. “She even had her top buttons undone, including her jacket. I panicked.”

“Oh, my.” Gwen gasped.

“Sorry that had to happen, but with us, we’ll help you get through with this, I promise you,” Preston said.

“Preston’s right,” Thornton said. “We’re with you till the end.”

“Oh, and get this! I’ve also planned to do a report on Miss Estrella Tresemmé, isn’t that wonderful?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, that’s - wait, who?” Sam asked, until he, along with Thornton and Preston asked again. “Who’s Estrella Tresemmé?”

“She’s the lead head CEO of Bloom’s Shampoo and Conditioner Inc.” Gwen explained. “She’s a very hardworking woman, and very generous, but also gets stressed out sometimes, leading to a temper tantrum.”

“How so?” Sam asked, until Gwen started explaining everything during lunch.

Somewhere in Maretropolis, was a factory owned by the hair-care product Hair Bloom. Overseeing the products around the factory was the CEO herself, Estrella Tresemmé, who was a tall curvaceous woman with light cornflower blue hair and matching eyes, and wore a dark grayish orchid business suit over a light purple blouse that had a light blue metallic cubic chain necklace with purple spiked beads, and purple high heels.

“What’s the word on that next batch of shampoo?” Tresemmé asked one of her employees. “It has to be ready in time for the upcoming shoot with the most popular and famous supermodel, Fleur Delacour the Flower Knight Baroness.”

“It’ll soon be ready, Mrs. Tresemmé,” one of the staffs reported. She was a woman that appeared to be in her late 20’s with moderate rose pink hair tied up in a bun, a pair of glasses that framed her moderate indigo to grayish purple gradient eyes, and she wore a dark gray jacket and skirt, a light blue blouse with a gray striped tie, and black high heels, turning out to be her assistant manager.

“Oh! What am I going to do?! The deadline for the contract expires in less than a month and we haven’t successfully completed the process yet!” Estrella hollered. “ESTRELLA! Calm down! We’ll figure something out,” the assistant manager replied.

“Thank you, Mrs. Swanson. You know, I don’t know what I’ve done without you. You’ve been such a good assistant manager,” Estrella said.

Suddenly, an smoking explosion erupted, but then a scientist came out, coughing. He had gray hair but was combed all the way back, leaving a huge bald front, a bluish gray work shirt with a black striped tie, a white lab coat, gray pants, and black shoes. He also had black glasses over his dark brown eyes. His name was Dr. Mendel Simmons.

“DR. SIMMONS! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!” Mrs, Swanson asked.

“Yea, I’m fine, Mrs. Swanson. Thank you,” Dr. Simmons said.

“Doctor?! What happened?!” Estrella asked in concern.

“Another slight accidental slip or maybe a misunderstanding of the reactions to the chemicals we’ve ordered from the chemical plant, but I have a hunch that we’re close. Just need to do it again… carefully, plus I’m also figuring out what actually went wrong, but I’ll let you know,” the scientist explained.

“Thank you for telling me, Dr. Simmons. Just do what you can. We need this done as soon as possible, but take your time. I can afford any more mistakes if they’re unexpectedly rushed,” Estrella said.

“Ahem! Pardon me? Is there a problem, Mrs. Tresemmé?” said a voice. The woman and both her employees both jumped, startled by the voice, before they turned to see their important guests.

One up front was a man with a neatly combed azure blue hair and matching mustache, dressed in a black business suit over a white shirt and gold and black striped tie, black and white shoes, and complete with a monocle and a bowler hat. His name tag read Sir Francois Pottington.

Standing beside him were a man and woman, both dressed in business attires, but the man wore a light gray business suit over a green shirt with sweater and white tie, and the woman wore a jacket and skirt in light grayish purple over a white shirt that had some of her lower buttons undone exposing some cleavage, had a cerulean bead necklace around her neck and pink pearl earrings, and pink Mary Jane high heels. The man’s name tag read Jetson Fowler and the woman’s name tag read Upanova Fowler.

There was another man wearing a white suit with maroon stripes, a grayish maroon shirt and a blackish blood red tie, and had gray hair and goatee. His name tag read Porter C. Powell.

“Ah, Sir Francois, Mr. and Mrs. Fowler, Mr. Powell,” Estrella greeted as she composed herself. “Always a pleasure to have our board of directors pay us a little visit.”

“It would seem we’ve come at a very bad time,” Sir Francois commented solemnly, while cleaning his monocle before putting it back on and then taking off his black bowler hat and holding it. “But if it’s all the same to you, we would like to see the progress report on the next brand of shampoos and conditioners.”

“I have to agree,” Powell complemented.

“Especially when this is for the next upcoming shooting with the lovely Flower Knight Baroness, Fleur “Dis Lee” Delecour, as you would recall,” Jetson stated.

“Obviously, and the last thing we ever need for the poor darling would be a disastrous surprise that leaves her with revolting cracked skin and split-ends,” Upanova added before shuddering with disgust. “Why, that’d be the last thing ever so hideous and absolutely revolting we’d ever wanted.”

“And we completely understand that,” Dr. Simmons said, as he and Mrs. Swanson walked alongside the directors, with Estrella in front. “And the results we currently have is this. With the addition of that chemical content we’ve recently received from our close partnership company, H.I.V.E. InGen Corp, but from the chemical plant downtown, our shampoo and conditioner formulas will have the potential of increasing hair buoyancy and softness for up to over 800%! But I assure you we’ll make sure it stays in a safer percentage if it increases more, and hopefully by your standards.”

“Hmmm…” Sir Francois thought, stroking his mustache. “That does sound indefinitely promising. But just to be safe, any side effects we should know?”

Dr. Simmons’ expression turned solemnly stern, preparing to answer to his superiors, when Estrella intervened for his defense, “It was just a small setback, but I assure you, almost all the tests since then have been successful, but some have failed.” The CEO said in defense, as Sir Francois narrowed his eyes in skeptical doubt.

“And in the test that went wrong? What were the so-called side-effects?” Powell asked, directly to both the scientist and assistant manager lady.

“I was afraid to answer that question to you straight, sir,” Mrs. Swanson began, until Dr. Simmons took over. “But unfortunately, there’s been signs of unpredictable growth in hairs in different lengths, determined to be uncontrollable and unstable, a few risks of skin diseases including itching rashes or stinging burns, possibly flaky scalps, and if it goes unchecked, it might even risk in an unexpected case of baldness or maybe even worse than that. We’re trying to come up with more safer options for this to work, but every time we test it out, things go wrong.”

“Oh dear…” Sir Francois muttered, as the other directors felt worried. “And what would you recommend for this?”

Again, Estrella defensively interrupted, “With the honorable work of my assistant manager Mrs. Swanson and our research specialist Dr. Oscar Simmons, the rest of the faculty has certified the Simple Beauty shampoo and conditioner products to be ready for the upcoming shoot with the Baroness, as long as we have no further delays and that hopefully we get it done before you even know it.”

“Mrs. Swanson? Dr. Simmons?” Sir Francois asked, turning his attention to the two employees.

Taking in a slow deep breath, Mrs. Swanson let Dr. Simmons speak in his honest opinion, “If it doesn’t work, we might have to take the whole line back to formula.” With that, the board’s faces turned sour, while Estrella looked at her workers in concern, but spoke up for them again.

“But if you could give Dr. Simmons some more time, money and maybe one more second chance, we’ll have it ready before you can say “flower diva”,” Estrella said.

“Very well, Mrs. Tresemmé. We’ll give them plenty of to complete this. But if it isn’t done by then, we’ll have to cut off the deal and give it to someone else, like our predecessors, Mrs. Kerfuffle Bobbin and Howard Thompson, and their new lines of fashionable dresses instead. So if you want the shoot for the Baroness, then I’d suggest you get it over with.” Powell said. “I’m sorry, Estrella. But this is your second chance.”

“I understand. Have a good day, all of you. Now, Mrs. Swanson will show you the way out,” Estrella said, as she sighed depressingly, before Dr. Simmons could comfort her. “Do what you can. We must have it prepared sooner than ever.”

The scientist nodded and then got to work on his research.

Meanwhile, back at Maretropolis High, the school day had officially come to an end. The students came pouring out of the school, glad to be free from the first school day and very eager to relax and get on with the rest of their days.

After everyone went home or somewhere fun in the city, Sam, Thornton and Preston were later on walking back home, while Gwen was off for a job she recently applied for, as a mail courier.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, buddy,” Thornton said, fist bumping Sam. “Same here, guys,” Sam said, and then they parted ways.

On his way home, Sam noticed some breaking news on the local news network playing on a large TV in the display in front of a electronics store, so he stopped and listened.

“Greetings, this is Clark Hawkins with Veronica Snyder and we shall now bring you on the current update of the crimewave that’s been plaguing our beloved city,” the anchorman began. “Last night, a major big hit jewelry store was robbed. It’s most precious gems taken including the Fabulous Baseball Diamond. Investigators and other local authorities believe that it is the work of the infamous masked and faceless cat burglar, Shadow Cat!”

The anchorwoman next to the anchorman reported the next one, “Next, a turf war broke out between the Longclaw Falcon Clan and the Snake Eye Ninja Group, which was put to a halt thanks to the valiant efforts of none other than police Lieutenant Kent Jefferson Heathspike.”

Sam smiled at this with a smirk, “Way to go, Dad.”

“Lastly,” The anchorman continued, “A new gang has appeared calling themselves the Nirik Shadow Demons, having already set a big foothold in multiple corners and warehouse facilities in Chinatown, and many other districts in the city. Just who are these mysterious terrorists? Nobody knows but they mean serious business. More of it as it develops once more…”

“Chinatown, huh?” Sam said. “That’s the territories of the groups mentioned, and it’s near the other downtown area, where the Rockhounds are located, including Tombstone.”

Suddenly, Sam’s phone rang, as he took it out of his pocket and answered it, revealing his mother on the phone.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, honey. How was school?”

“It was good. But some of my teachers are a little bit assertive. Ms. Chrysalis, my English teacher kinda flirted with me a little, but she was very nice, and kinda hot. But the other bad news is that I’ve got the most complete maniacal crazy science teacher in the world, almost sounding like an evil scientist wanting to take over the world!”

“Oh, honey, I’m sure you’ll get over it soon.”

“But I also forgot to mention that I also saw Thornton and his brother Preston, and Gemma today, and they’ve had a nice summer. Get this: Thornton and Preston said that they both and their family have visited Japan for the summer, and there they explored Mount Fuji, and attended some kind of paraded festival.”

“Oh, good!”

“And dad stopped another crime war that was reported on the news,” Sam said somberly.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I… I just… I just wish I could do something about all this, you know?” Sam replied. “I kean, come on! Dad and the MPD can only do so much, no thanks to the ‘budget cuts’ the mayor has to offer. He never even cares about anything.”

“I know how you feel, honey. But it’s best not to dwell on it too much, otherwise you’ll feel let down,” his mom said.

“Yeah, like in Spider-Man, ‘with great power comes great responsibility,’ right?”

“Exactly, dear.”

Sam sighed, “You’re right, Mom. Thanks. If it’s okay with you, I’ll probably be home a little later, but I promise I’ll be careful and possibly in time for dinner.”

“Okay, honey. Just don’t stay out too late, okay? I’ll be home soon as well, too. Oh, and could you go get your sister Molly and brother Danny on your way home? Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom. And I’ll do that. Bye.” He then hung up, and went to go pick up his little sister, Molly and his little brother, Danny, from school.

Sam later arrived back at his house, with his sister Molly and his brother Danny, who was shorter than Sam and a lot younger, like she was 7 years old, and had ash blonde hair with small ponytails with dark maroon bows, a white short sleeve shirt with pink linings and a red heart in the center, magenta pants and red closed toed shoes that reached her ankles.

Danny was also shorter than Sam, but taller than Molly, and he was 10 years old. He had reddish orange hair and matching freckles, green eyes, and he wore a blue short sleeve hoodie jacket with a huge lighter blue stripe in the center and darker blue cuffs and hood, gray denim pants, red sneakers, and red and black fingerless gloves, and a red and white ball cap with a blue brim at the front and a black clip on the backside, and a black and red Pokémon symbol on the front.

“Thanks for picking me and Danny up, big brother,” Molly said. “No problem, Molly. You should thank Mom for asking me as well,” Sam replied.

Upon opening the front door, the two were greeted by a 21 year old girl.

“Guess who?!” the tall girl greeted Sam and. In appearance, she had blue eyes and pale light grayish blonde hair tied in a ruffled ponytail which flows down her back and just past her waist, to the top of her pants, and had a reddish pink hair band on the neck section. For attires, she wore dark blue denim pants, an orange rolled up sleeved t-shirt exposing half her midriff, a leather wristband with a watch and a black string bracelet with three silver star charms and 3 bands, but two in cyan and one in yellow, a gold chain necklace with a heart charm, and a pair of dark brown boots with darker brown lining and lighter brown edges on the toes, plus a matching belt with a golden buckle.

“Megan!” Sam greeted the girl, as he ran up to her and the two embraced each other in a loving hug, as he felt himself pressed against her exposed stomach and his head underneath her breasts, before Megan giggled and stroked his cheek gingerly. Molly and Danny hugged their big sister, but with Molly on the leg and knee, nuzzling her thigh, and Danny on her waist and other thigh.

‘This is Megan Williams. She’s my big sister, and Molly and Danny Williams are also my youngest siblings, too. Why do they have different last names, you ask? Well, a while back, Dad found them from recovering a car accident that caused them to lose their parents, so we all thought it’d be best to take them all in our family and give them a good home. So you could say that they’re our foster family members, but I still love them like their part of our actual family. Today, Megan was visiting after coming home from college, and she was already an actual woman right now.’

“How’s college?” Sam asked. “It’s going well. So, already in high school, huh?” Megan asked.

Sam nodded, “But it’s still good to see you, Meg.”

“Same here,” Megan said, ruffling his hair.

Suddenly, they all started to hear a barking sound and they see their dog, Milo, who was a Jack Russell Terrier running towards them. Sam smiles, “Hey, buddy! I missed you too!” He said as he kneeled down and gave him a belly rub with his fingers.

After Sam was done giving Milo his belly rub, and then petted him before the puppy licked his face, he got up and then saw Danny in front of him, “You wanna play a round?”

“Oh, it’s on! On like Donkey Kong!” Sam said, as he and Danny ran upstairs to play some Super Smash Bros.

Megan then got a call from her boyfriend, and answered it, “Hello?”

“… …”

“Oh, hey, Jeremy! How are you?!”

“… …”

“Yeah, I’m good, babe. How about you?”

“… …”

“Nothing much, just hanging out with my family for dinner tonight. I’m cooking with Mom again. Hehehe… so, how’s musician school coming along? I heard you’re learning how to play country base guitar. That’s nice.”

“… …”

“Of course I’d love to see you play sometime, Mr. Soon-To-Be-Popular Country Music Star.”

“… …”

“No way! For real?!”

“… …”

“Well, that’s great! I’d love to hear more!”

Later on, back upstairs, Sam and Danny were now watching an Japanese anime cartoon with English subtitles. (Based off Pokémon, Naruto, and Dragon Ball altogether)

While Danny and Sam were acting out, Megan suddenly came upstairs, and knocked on the door, “Hey, hey, what are you two nimrods doing?”

She was also holding their baby sister, Theodora, who had blackish brown hair with two small pigtail braids, and a cute set of baby clothes in gray, blue, purple and pink, and was sucking on her pacifier held by a lanyard clipped onto her clothes but used one hand to fidget with it.

“Nothing…” Danny said.

“Just watching a cartoon,” Sam said. “Something we brothers love to do.”

Megan sighed, “Whatever. Anyways, if you do are done, it’s time for dinner.”

Sam then asked, “Are you joining us for dinner, Meg?”

“You bet. That’s why I’m here,” she replied.

“Cool, so anyone know what we’re having tonight?” Sam asked.

“Creamy pesto pasta and garlic bread, but also mixed vegetables, and chicken breast,” Megan answered.

“Cool!” Danny and Sam said in unison, as Molly giggled, before she and Megan followed, with the baby in her arms.

As the kids walked down from the bedroom, they are suddenly approached by the prescience of a woman in her early forties cooking with Megan. She had reddish brown and grayish purple streaked hair, and green eyes. She wore a cerulean nurse outfit underneath a sand tan and white cotton fleece jacket, an apron, and black slip on shoes. She was Wanda Heathspike, Sam’s mother.

“Bad news, sweetie,” Wanda said to Sam. “I just got a call from your father and he’s pulling another all-nighter at work, so he won’t be joining us for dinner.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sam replied in disappointingly depression.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Wanda sighed, as she hugged her son and kissed his forehead.

“Don’t be. I completely understand,” Sam said, in a tone a little sad by this. This normally wasn’t the first time that this happened with the MPD being dangerously understaffed most of the time though his father always made up his mind for this like taking his son out for some quality time together as father and son. Still, Sam does worry about his father when something like this happens as it also means he’s on a big case right now.

“Sam! Wash up for dinner!” Wanda said. Sam nodded and went to go wash his hands so they can eat.

Author's Note

Here’s the cast:

Spike as Sam Heathspike a.k.a Hum Drum
Twilight Sparkle as Trot Summers a.k.a Princess Twilight Star Nova the Masked Matterhorn
Rainbow Dash as Aurora a.k.a Zap
Rarity as Green Gardener a.k.a Radiance
Pinkie Pie as Mary Allen a.k.a Fili-Second
Applejack as Dallas Queen a.k.a Mistress Marvelous
Fluttershy as Spruce Spanner a.k.a Saddle Rager

By the way, here is their ship: