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Dr. Dynamite was on his last legs. It was curtains for the old roue, and
he knew it. Mortally wounded in the battle with the Whyoo Men, he was
breathing his last, as the beautiful, young Dynamite Girl wiped his fevered
brow.
Dynamite Girl?
And what of her?
Would
this saucy, sexy, rock&roll groupie that Dr. Dynamite took on board back in
his salad days, be able to fight monsters, ghosts and criminals all on her
own? She had been his "special companion:" a little T&A for the shopping mall
appearances, guest shots on Saturday Night Live and the Letterman show. She
was a bimbo, yes... and a scatterbrained, carefree, gum-chewing juvenile delinquent,
but she sure filled out that costume well.
But now, as his last moments slid from his grasp, tears welled up in her eyes. She really did love the old goat, and he loved her. It would be his eternal joke on the world. There was no time for any other option. Dynamite Girl would now, with the doctor's passing, be the only person in the world with his secret exploding formula. The Dupont chemist gone superhero was simply too vain to let his great secret go to the grave with him. He would pass on the formula of his dynamite powers to this rambunctious little tart and to hell with what all his learned colleagues would say.
The
formula, when swallowed, infused the body with incredible explosive powers.
It permeated from every pore and one punch would send a hulking brute flying
head over heels. A running jump and the explosion sends one flying over car
lots and roof tops with ease.
The
legacy of Dr. Dynamite lives on in Dynamite Girl, but how effectively will
this cute little strumpet rise to fight the monsters, villains and holy terrors
that threaten the world. Will she be able to avenge her mentor's cruel murder
at the hands of the evil Whyoo Men? Will the saucy little high school drop
out be able to tear herself away from her MTV, her six-packs and rave parties
to save the world?