The Adventures of Catman and Jumping Joe (Part One)

The Most Dangerous Break
This past winter break was perhaps the most exciting and dangerous of my young life. Me (Catman) and Jumping Joe were in the depths of the cat cave, me sipping on warm milk and Joe on ground up Mexican jumping beans, when suddenly there was a loud THUD from just outside our stone walls. We quickly changed into our costumes, and were out the door before you could say "kitty litter". We ran to the cat mobile and I gunned the engine as we sped out of the driveway. Catman used his keen eyesight to look miles ahead of the automobile to see what could be happening. He saw a large disturbance at town square and dropped his foot on the gas pedal.

When Catman and Jumping Joe arrived at city hall only to find the place completely deserted. Catman dropped to all fours, sensing that his cat reflexes would be needed. Joe leaped onto the top of the structure and looked around, wondering where the perpetrators could have gone. No sooner had Jumping Joe got to the top, when the very ground beneath them started to shake. They looked around and there he was! The Sandman had been the fiend who interrupted their afternoon drink.

He blasted sand out of his mouth and hands, yelling something incoherent that sounded vaguely like the language spoken in Lebanon.
"Youyuasdisakj;sdgoingtja;lsitoasdk;fjbeklj;dafsddead!", roared the monster, shaking its sandy head in anger. Jumping Joe plunged down upon the monster, burying himself within the sandy depths. Moments later he reappeared, gasping for breath.
"There's nothing but sand!", he yelled to Catman.
Catman, knowing that he would have to join the fight, grabbed a can of tuna from his utility belt and charged at the beast. He opened the top and released its stench into the air. The Sandman howled in pain as the smell reached his nostrils. Catman began to see the effects of his work, and after several minutes of howling, on the ground lay Chris Azzi.