Our adventure begins...

As our heroes eat their usual morning meal at the Hot Sandwhich.

"Why do we have a hide-out?" V-Man asked.

"I guess it's because all the other great superheroes have hide-outs." OB infered.

"I don't see why we need one, we just come back here."

"I know, I don't understand why the editer made it so we had one."

"Plus, we usually don't even sleep there, I always seem to pass out from eating too many chicken wings."

"Another thing is why he gave us a car, we don't need it." OB tossed up.

"I don't know about that one, I'm pretty lazy." V-Man exclaimed.

"Whatever dude."

"Plus, it's a great chick magnet."

"Dude, seriously, when was the last time you picked up a chick?"

"Good question..."

But as they were about to make more lude comments about me, an alarm across the street went off. Vagina Man and Ovaryboy rushed over to Hardball.

"What happened here?" asked Ovaryboy.

The manager was crying in the fetal position, he appeared to be wimpering something, but it was to silent to hear.

"Are you okay?" V-Man asked as he shrugged the manager's shoulders.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" the manager screamed.

Shaken, Ovaryboy asked "Can you tell us who did this?"

"Three, bitches..." the manager stuttered, still in the fetal position.

"THE PROSTITUTE SISTERS!" V-Man and OB yelled at the same time.

Ovaryboy quickly scanned the store and found that all the basketballs had been stolen. Again.

"We'll get em' c'mon OB!" V-Man exclaimed.

"Wait!" the manager yelled. "There was another, he..."

"What?" OB asked.

"HE TEABAGGED ME!" he cried at the top of his lungs.

"I've had those kind of days before..." V-Man understood.

"No, literally, HE TEABAGGED ME!"

"I guess we'll look out for that one." OB stated as the dou made for the door.

"Wait!" the manager yelled.

"Yes?" OB pleaded.

"They said something about their 'Pegging Machine', I think they were looking for it."

Ovaryboy thought a bit and said, "I think a visit to the junkyard is in order."

"Right!" V-Man yelled, excited.

They walked towards the door, but before the door knob had been touched, the manager, once again yelled,

"Wait!"

"What is it this time?!" V-Man demanded.

"Nevermind..." the manager replied.

V-Man, as he was looking back at the manager, turned the knob slowly, expecting the manager to yell 'Wait!' once more. As he slowly closed the door behind him, he doublebacked to see if he was to yell 'Wait!' again, he did not and closed the door behind him.

As the super two left, the manager quickly got up, as if he wasn't hurt at all, gave an evil chuckle and wispered "The plan is going exactly as planned, AH HA HA HA HA HA!"

Vagina Man and Ovaryboy walked, of course, to the junkyard where the guy from before sat in the check-point station.

"Why hello there magical talking afro, what brings to these ends of the woods?" the guy asked.

"Yeah, we're looking for some prostitutes..." OB stated.

"Hey, look fellas, it isn't that hard to find prostitutes in Vaginavile..."

"No, we're looking for some specific prostitutes..."

"Ya know, I have a few friends in the prostitution buisness, I'm sure we find just the right woman for you."

"Look," V-Man stammered. "We're looking for some sluts who might have came through here."

"Well, I guess that shortens our search a small margin, do you have any descriptions?"

"Well, there are three of them, and they wear their favorite basketball team uniforms." OB interigated.

"I haven't seen any like that."

Ovaryboy thought for a minute and asked "Have you seen any hoes that are wearing yellow, red, and blue T-shirts?"

"As a matter of fact I believe I have, they went into the junkyard looking for some 'Pegging Machine' I told them they could look all they wanted."

"We're looking for them." V-Man stated.

"Alright then, good luck!" the guy yelled as he ushered them to come into the junkyard, "And don't forget to wear a condum!"

As Vagina Man and Ovaryboy were no to be seen, the pulled out his walkie-talkie and in a very unsouthern-like voice said. "This is C-21 reporting in to Big Pappa, the dog sniffs the anus, I repeat, the dog sniffs the anus."

"Good." an ominous voice can be heard over a walkie-talkie, "Those two will finally be in my trap."

They both give off very evil laughs, much-like the laughs of the Hardball manager.

TO BE CONTINUED...