[b]Super Cosmos[/b]

Super Cosmos had a mission, but he had no information to go on. The monster would beam down from a location somewhere in space, perform game activities for an hour, then return to the ship. If only there were some way of finding where that terror-fying monster was wreaking havoc...

Cosmos' attention was drawn to a store he was passing. The flashing lights on the screens lining the store's windows displayed a school, then swept upward and zoomed forward to show Pterrordactyl standing on the roof. Others walking along the street around Cosmos also stopped to watch the broadcast.

"That's that monster!"

"What was he called?"

"Isn't that Bright Elementary School?"

"Not the culture festival!"

Cosmos turned to the two who had identified the school. "Where can I find this school? I have some... [i]business[/i] to discuss with this Pterrordactyl fellow."

"You're braver than me, man... WHOA!" The bystander was shocked when he took in the sheer size of Cosmos towering above him. Cosmos, an alien, was built much taller and broader than even the biggest of Japanese, and thus cut an imposing figure. Once the shock subsided, Cosmos was given his directions, and he jumped into action - literally. He sprang up above the skyscrapers, landing atop one to gain his bearings before jumping once more, zooming toward the school.

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Cosmos' landing left a small crater in the road, along with a fifty-foot-long gouge. Not that he cared; his planet, his rules. He looked around and gathered that he was about a block from the school he was aiming for. It seemed he still hadn't gotten the hang of this planet's atmosphere and gravity, but he had plenty of time to fix that. Just as soon as he got that Lord of Bloodsport to acknowledge his ownership, that was.

He took off at a run, as by his count there would only be a few minutes left in Pterrordactyl's game and Cosmos didn't want to go searching for the next clown to arrive. It had to be taken care of immediately. Cosmos blew through the gate, which stood open to allow the community to enjoy the festival, and skidded to a halt, taking in the chaos. Kids running from rats, stinking kids with browned pants, kids running out of the haunted house screaming about dead bodies.

Finally, Cosmos' eyes fell upon Pterrordactyl, who ran through the fray gleefully throwing rats to the kids while avoiding the parents' attempts to subdue him. Cosmos stepped into Pterrordactyl's path and, as he approached, opened his mouth to speak to his fellow alien.

"Can I have your autograph?"