Flyboy of Underwhere

Chapter One

Chasing Melvin

Everybody wants to be the hero; nobody wants to be the sidekick. It's true. Ask any two kids playing Batman and Robin, or Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Nobody wants to be Robin.

And the doctor? Forget about it.

(It's not just the dorky costume, either. Heroes get to be cool. Sidekicks get to tell the hero how cool he is.)

That's my problem. I don't want to be the sidekick. But sometimes I feel like I'm not even the hero of my own life.

If you've heard about our adventures from my buddy Zeke and his twin sister, Stephanie, you'll know that he's the Lost Prince of Underwhere (the place, not the cottony-fresh stuff you're wearing under your clothes). And Stephanie? She's the Lost Princess.

What am I? The Lost Cheese Wrangler, the Lost Beebee Stacker, the Lost Whatchamadingy.

It's my own fault. I just can't make up my mind about some stuff. And a hero should be able to make up his mind, right?

It's like that guy, Hamlet, said: "To be or not to be . . . something."

Let me explain.

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