Eight year-old Danny Wiseman was playing in the yard with his new toy car when he was disturbed by a strange voice.
He looked up, "Who's there?" he asked, not afraid, just curious.
"Hello, Danny," said the voice. It was a warm friendly female voice. "You are a very lucky boy."
"I am?" asked Danny, confused.
"Yes," continued the voice, "you have been chosed to rule the planet!"
"Me? The whole of Boston!? But I thought that was the presy-dent's job."
"You are much more powerful than the president, you can change anything you like just by asking for it!"
Danny was amazed. He had played games with his friends where they had pretended to be superheros, but this was so much better. He'd show Mikey just how cool he could be.
"Okay," Danny agreed nervously, "First..."
