:22:00
Flamdanggling consarglers.
:22:02
F....
:22:08
Almost time to pick up the girls.
:22:11
Better motor.
:22:13
That's him, boys!
:22:15
He's in cahoots
with the evil pickle-cart killers...
:22:19
...cucumber crushers,
vinegar varlets, dill-stroyers!
:22:23
Why, it's not kosher! It's--
:22:25
Let it go, Mayor. Let it go.
:22:28
-Are these your babies?
-Yes, but they were just playing.
:22:31
They're really very good little girls.
And I need to pick them up from school.
:22:36
I understand, sir...
:22:38
...but we want you to come downtown
with us to ask you a few questions.
:22:44
You guys, my kids.
I really ought to pick them up.
:22:48
I can't just leave them there...
:22:50
...alone.
:23:10
He's not coming. He hates us.
He totally hates us.
:23:15
No, he probably just got held up,
or maybe the car broke...
:23:18
...or maybe he forgot...
:23:21
...or maybe he hates us.
:23:24
Come on, let's try
and find our way home.
:23:30
We're not supposed to use our powers.
:23:35
Come on, girls.
:23:48
The cause?
Three super powered little girls.
:23:52
Should manufacturing
super powered children be illegal?
:23:55
A great travesty has befallen
our beloved city.
:23:58
I was easing the seat back when this
atomic punk flies in with no warning.