Bolt stood tall in the sun-drenched town square. His golden cape caught the light and sparkled. Then — WHOOSH! A streak of violet and orange came tumbling from the sky.
The violet-and-orange hero crashed right into Bolt with a loud *THUMP*. They both tumbled onto the warm pavement together.
Bolt scrambled to his feet and dusted off his boots. 'I'm not done yet!' he shouted. But his foot caught on the hero's trailing scarf — and he tumbled sideways again.
Thick green vines coiled around Bolt's arms, pinning him to the ground. He wriggled and pulled. *SNAP!* His right arm broke free, then his left. The vines bounced back with a rubbery *boing*.
A giant violet bubble rose from the ground and swallowed Bolt whole. It lifted him high above the skyscrapers, past a pigeon, up past a clock tower, until — POP!
Bolt landed right beside the mysterious hero's feet with a soft *thud*. He pushed himself up and stood tall once more. The crowd erupted into cheers.
The mysterious hero's mischievous grin softened into something warm. He offered the young superhero a hand. Bolt took it with a proud smile.
The young superhero flexed his fingers and looked at the sky. He had faced a crashing hero and won. Not bad for a Tuesday.