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the other side of the Sidekick Super Clubhouse, deep inside the heart of the League of Big Justice, and despite my protests, Pumpkin Pete pressed the thirteenth button on the mysterious machine and blew up Donutz Village.
    The blast sent Earlobe Lad sailing through the air like a Spandex-covered sidekick sailing through the air. Which made sense and all, since he was a Spandex-covered sidekick, and... uh...he was sailing through the air.
    He landed in the tree, a thick, gnarled branch snagging on his Spandex and catching his fall. There he hung and watched as the other sidekicks showed up one-by-one. He had whispered for help as loudly as he could. When that didn’t work, he mumbled with all his might, but the only response he received was the response anyone would receive if they hung from the highest branch in a tree and whispered “Help me” to the people down the street.
    On a normal day, he would’ve only had to wait until Exact Change Kid called roll, which was about once an hour. But on this day, Exact Change Kid’s usual roll call schedule was interrupted by my mom’s arrival in the family station wagon.
    Half a day later, Earlobe Lad still hung there like a forgotten, Spandex-wearing piñata with giant ears and thoughts of doughnuts swirling through his head. At least he avoided Pumpkin Pete throwing him out the front door of my house, shouting, “Fly, Earboy! Fly!”
    “Hey! Who are you supposed to be? Omelet Man?” a gruff-looking kid yelled up to Earlobe Lad. “You got egg powers or something?”
    “No,” Earlobe Lad called back in a low, nearly inaudible voice. “I’m Earlobe Lad. I have super hearing.”
    “Hey, Omelet Man! Where’s Waffle Boy?” A blond kid yelled up to Earlobe Lad.
    “I told you, my name is Earlobe Lad!”
    “Show us your egg powers!” a third boy laughed.
    “I don’t
have
egg powers! I have super hearing.” “If you don’t have egg powers, then how come you’re covered in egg?”
    Earlobe Lad thought for a second, then answered, “I’m not covered in —”
    An egg splatted on Earlobe Lad’s face. The three boys laughed so hard they nearly cried.
    “Go get ’em, Omelet Man!” the blond boy shouted, and threw another egg at Earlobe Lad.
    The egg cracked across Earlobe Lad’s chest. Gooey yolk soaked into his Spandex. “Stop it! Don’t you know who I am? I’m a sidekick! I punch evil in the —”
    “Egg powers, activate!” the gruff-looking boy yelled. A moment later, a barrage of eggs sailed toward Earlobe Lad and splattered across his body and the tree.
    Earlobe Lad swung to the left. He swung to the right. He waved his arms and kicked his feet. He did everything he could to make sure that the three boys laughed even harder every time they hit him with an egg. “Could you at least pummel me with eggs a little more quietly?” Earlobe Lad moaned in a low voice.
    “And
this
is for Donutz Village!” the blond boy yelled, and threw his final egg.
    As he hung from the branches, egg dripping from his Spandex and face, Earlobe Lad could at least take consolation in one ridiculous fact: Although it was a result of Pumpkin Pete’s button-pushing, it cannot be denied that Earlobe Lad blew up before Boom Boy ever did.
    “Say hello to Waffle Boy for us, Omelet Man!” the third boy chuckled as the threesome walked away.
    “I already told you,” Earlobe Lad sighed, exhausted from the onslaught, egg dripping from his face and body, “my name is Earlobe Lad.”

Chapter Ten
    Mikey’s Big Day

    After seemingly endless hours of flying, the house finally landed with a booming
THUD!
    “Can I wear the Ruby Slippers first?” Spice Girl asked as she peaked out from behind the couch.
    “For the last time, we’re not in Oz!” I growled. Spice Girl ran to the window. “Well, we’re not in Kansas anymore, either.”
    “Where
are
we?” Spelling Beatrice looked at me.
    I joined Spice Girl at the window. “I don’t think the Cloud People are behind this.”
    I