The Unfortunately Very Good Superhero

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"MWAHAHAhhAaa-" Ultimate squeaked out, his voice cracking into oblivion. Mama Ultimate slapped her knee and belted out a laugh.

"Honey, I haven't heard that noise since you were twelve years old!"

"My voice is just a little tired from practice is all, Ma," Ultimate mumbled. He cleared his throat with dramatic flair and tried once more.

"EAHAHAHA-"

"Nonono, Joey, you gotta form your mouth right or you're gonna sound like Dracula. Not even a hot Dracula like Louis Jourdan, no just a mean old bat."

"Ma! First, ouch, second, I don't wanna know who your old celebrity crushes are."

"Just trust your Ma, use your belly and just-"

"MWAHAHAHA!" screeched little Timmy, his toy car soaring over the two adults' heads and hitting the pasta pot perfectly so that it spills to the ground. "I AM. EVILLLLLLL!" He cackles before running away to celebrate his victory.

Joey and Mama Ultimate stare at the sad, limp noodles steaming on the ground.

"Why the four-year-old better at your job than you?"