The new heroes Scorch Scale and the already-famous Goodwill (and his puppy, Scraps) saved the quad from an extremely dangerous new villainess, Spite, who has similar powers to Goodwill but far more sinister and unhinged motivations. The assault on scholastic safety began when...
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SPITE-- THE TRUTH BEHIND CALIFORNIA'S "MEANGIRL MASSACRE" PAGE 4
SCORCH SCALE: APPARENTLY NOT AS SCARY AS HE LOOKS PAGE 5
SCRAPS: AN ADORABLE PICTORIAL OF NYC'S BRAVEST PUP PAGE 6
WHERE IS SILVER STREAK? PAGE 7


The authorities are "extremely concerned" about a rash of new robberies, one each Monday night for weeks, at some of the most important museums in the western world. First was London, then Glasgow was hit a week later, then Dublin, and last night, Boston! In each case, no trace of the thief or thieves could be detected, in spite of security guards and cameras! Could Manhattan's own museum of archeological and histor...
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MUSEUM ROBBERY VILLAINS: ANYONE WE KNOW? PROBABLY NOT-- OP-ED SECTION, PAGE 9
GOODWILL: NYC'S MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR? PAGE 10

Scraps sat in front of the TV in Goodwill’s Headquarters.

His eyes and nose glued to the screen, watching his new favouritest ever TV Show.
P A W   P A T R O L !!

Oh my dog, this documentary about a bunch of awesome, talking hero dogs was just (almost) to much for his puppy brain to take in.
NO JOB TO BIG, NO PUP TO SMALL!

Scraps couldn’t get enough of it.
Especially that sah-weeet little flying Cockapoo in pink.     Watching her made Scraps want to clean himself.
It was just hard to keep watching the screen while he was licking himself ... so it lead to him falling over in some serious fun ways, and tying himself up in strange knots.

"Well, you're a star, Scraps," Gil said as he put down the scissors. He'd finished clipping the article about the young dalmatian. Now he just needed to choose a place to hang it. There was plenty of available wall space in the loft — too much space for just one boy and his dog, for that matter — but Gil wanted to give Scraps' clippings a proper placement. Anyone coming in would see his clippings standing equal to Gil's own press. Scraps would be bigger than Lassie and Rin Tin Tin put together.

He turned to see what the dog was up to.

"Okay, ew. You gotta do that right in front of the TV, boy?" Gil laughed. He was halfway a farm boy; he'd seen worse. Letting the dog be, he went back to reading the paper. "Huh. Most Eligible...?"

Once again, Gil realized he'd be wading through a lot of shallowness in the near future.

She should have some kind of police-band radio or something in her dorm room, but to be fair, that would be a little conspicuous.  The crimson-haired co-ed had a room mate after all, and the dorm mother had a strict rule against noise after dark.

So the closest thing to breaking news that Libby could wrangle were the newspapers at the news stand.

"Hey Mack."  Libby smiled at the News Stand guy, Mack.  What a nice guy, Mack was.  Libby placed a shiny dime neatly into Mack's paw in exchange for the Tribune.  She eyed the collection of colorful tootsie pops on display as well.  Mmm.  Sugar.  But her mom taught her that they not only made you fat, but also rotted your teeth.  But they tasted so good!

Alas.

Small talk would have to do, instead.

Libby tucked a strand of the lava-red hair behind her ear, and pushed her glasses up her nose before unfolding the newspaper.  "How about that wind last night, right?"  She shook the paper out, smoothing its creases in the process.

"International museum thieves.  That's a higher class of criminals than we're used to."  She added in comment, mostly to herself and not really at Mack.

Maybe Tempest would patrol around the museum in Manhattan tonight, on the off chance she might spot something.

No one tended to notice Saul eating by himself near the library. Sad thing was, he had a chance to exist on the social ladder, he just had to go to the basket ball court.
But he couldnt.

Saul was overhearing the school janitors talk about the news during a lunch break.  New hero? Pppffftt, he'd been working for at least a month of action. But of course, being remembered for something bad is worse than not being remembered at all, so he could live with that, for now.

When he got the paper for himself, Saul just knew what he father would say:
"I just don't see what that gentleman Silver Streak or Goodwill see in that overgrown lizard. I almost got burned his flames you know."
It was during the bank scene with Echo which his father mentioned. Saul only knew he was there early afterwards.

Sure, his father only disliked Scorch Scale, but Saul didn't know what to make of it. That hero was a part of him now, but could his father really hate him?

Ignoring his thoughts, Saul looked back to the paper, museum thieves huh? Well, his school was doing a trip to the museum, so that would be a perfect time to scout of the place.

Unlike some people, Saul had a secret identity. Which was useful to do things like scouting out a place, as long as he played his cards right. But it came with the consequence of no respect accumulated to your heroic identity, he could only see so much without trespassing himself.

Which reminded Saul, he really needed to be given a short range radio by the police. He didn't exactly have a crystal ball hanging around.
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