The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
Skirts of Doom
Bart, Kon, Tim, skirt.
"Skirts are evil," Bart said, thoughtful. He chewed on a snack.
Kon looked at him puzzled, and Tim tried to ignore.
"They are. I mean, I run and skirts just flap in the wind - not like normal spandex." He sounded serious. But you could never tell with Bart. "I mean, I run too fast for anyone to see anything - except for maybe Kon - "
He was talking pretty fast and didn't notice the changing expressions and colours on Tim and Kon's faces -
"But *I* know, you know? Things *flap*."
Kon coughed. Tim wrapped his cape tighter around himself.
"And that's why I think skirts are evil. If you ever see one on me, it's your duty as young crime fighters to pry it off of me."
A red and yellow blur. Where Bart was a moment ago there was nothing now.
Tim and Kon stared at each other.
Kon started. "What do you think he meant by - "
A red and yellow blur. Bart was in the room again. When he settled down they could see he was wearing a red and yellow cheerleader skirt.
And he was grinning.
Info:
Em wanted me to write Skirts Are Evil.
The Bart/Skirt motif already existed, so I decided to
be repetitive and have fun.