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It was a beautiful summer's day and Purple Vixen thought it would be a perfect opportunity to take some of her hench girls to Metro City's favorite amusement parks - Funland - and get into some profitable mischief!

She and six of her newer and less experienced hench girls snuck through an opening in the chain link fence that surrounded Funland. As she helped the others through the opening, Purple Vixen cheerily crowed, "See girls, there's always an alternate route.  Paying admission is for suckers!" The hench girls laughed at their first crime of the day, trespassing.

Vixen then began barking orders. "Now, you two go over there and shake down that cotton candy stand. They pull in the bucks! And you two, I want you to infiltrate the house of mirrors and pick some pockets, then you two ... "

Purple Vixen paused as one of the hench girls raised her hand. "Yes, Shirley," Vixen said with some annoyance in her tone. "What's your question?" "Um, Vixen, ma'am ... we were wondering ... um ... if maybe ... ummm ... before we take care of business ... ummm ... we might ... ummm ... be able to go on some rides?" Purple Vixen stared at Shirley, blinking her eyes. "Are you serious?"  Shirley sheepishly responded, "Yes, ma'am." And the other hench girls all nodded with hopeful looks on their faces. Vixen rolled her eyes. "What do you think we are here for?" "Please, Vixen? We promise we'll do a good job, but we never get to go out anywhere, and it's such a nice day, and it would be so good for our morale, and ... " Shirley went on. "Enough!" Vixen said with a wave of her hand. "One hour! You have exactly ONE hour! Then it's back to the job!" The hench girls all jumped a little, clapping their hands and squealing with delight. "Quiet!" Vixen interrupted. "Stop drawing attention to yourselves. Remember ... one hour!" Shirley stage whispered "Thank yooou!" to Vixen as the hench girls skipped toward the fairway. Purple Vixen was fuming, but understood. She looked around with her hands on her hips. "Well, somebody can get some work done today!" And she began to sneak in the back lots and areas behind the games and concessions, looking for a good mark.

Meanwhile, Candygirl and her mother Megan were also at Funland. They were playing the High Striker game. But neither Megan nor Candygirl found it much of a challenge - they were just too strong for the game. "This is getting boring, mom," Candygirl said, as she easily hit the bell again. But then something caught Megan's eye. "Hey Candace, isn't that that villainess you've clobbered a dozen times? Purple ... purple ... purple ... ummm ..." "Purple Vixen!!??" Candygirl piped in. "Yeah, that's the one!" "Where is she?" Candace asked. "I thought I saw her purple and yellow headgear over there behind the fried dough stand." "I got a plan, mom. You go to the left and I'll go to the right!" Candygirl said with a tone of excitement.

Vixen couldn't see the cash register at the fried dough stand. But the delicious aroma tempted Vixen even more than money. "Mmmmmmm," she said as she closed her eyes and reached over the edge of the stand to grab a fresh from the fryer hunk. She put it under her nose to savor the aroma and opened her mouth to bite into the tasty treat. "Drop that dough, doofus!" a girl's voice called out. Purple Vixen's eyes went wide and the fried treat dropped from her hand. "Candygirl?!!" Vixen shouted. Vixen turned toward Candygirl, rage on her face. "It's YOU again, you little twerp!" Vixen ranted. "THIS time you aren't getting away from me!"  Candygirl just smiled, her arms crossed over chest. "Getting away? Usually it's YOU running away from ME! But whatever!" Enraged, Purple Vixen pulled her fist back, about to send it to Candygirl's face. "Whaaaaa .... ????" Vixen cried out as two strong arms wrapped around her midsection from behind. "NOBODY threatens my little girl!" Megan said as she held Vixen from behind. Then in one smooth, flawless motion, Megan dropped backward on her toes, hurling Vixen back in a German suplex. WHUMP!! Purple Vixen's head hit the ground hard as her body slumped to the dirt. "WOW! That was great, mom!" Candygirl said breathlessly. "Just a little something I picked up watching WWE." Megan said, winking her eye.

"Well, it's off to the security office with you, Vixen," Candygirl said as they marched the still groggy Vixen away. They had used a piece of cord to keep her hands tied behind her back. As they were walking, they heard voices calling out - "Hey! Let her go! Stop! You can't take her away!" Candygirl and Megan looked around and saw six of Vixen's hench girls riding in the Ferris wheel. They had kicked all the kids out so they could have the ride for themselves. Candygirl looked at Megan: "Mom, I'll take care of this. Don't let Vixen get away." "No chance of that, Candace. You take care of those bad girls."

Candygirl ran up to the Ferris wheel just as the operator was starting to slow it down to let the hench girls off. "Sir, don't do that! Those are bad girls up to no good. Can you speed this up double speed?" Candygirl asked. "Why yes, but at that speed they will all get sick to their stomachs." the operator replied. "Just what I want!" So the operator sped the wheel up. The hench girls started screaming - "Stop! Stop this thing you idiot! We're getting sick!" Some of them started hurling over the sides of the cars. "Gross!" Candygirl exclaimed. Then speaking to the operator, Candygirl said, "Does this lever start and stop this?" "Why yes it does," the man replied. Candygirl then pushed the lever all the way into the 'ON' position and, gritting her teeth, wrenched the lever off of the machinery. "Oh no," the operator yelled, "now we won't be able to stop the wheel!" Candygirl smiled and said "Precisely!" Handing the man the lever, she added, "I'm sure the funds we confiscate from Purple Vixen will pay for a new lever."

As Candygirl approached Megan, holding Vixen, she brushed her hands together. "I took care of those goons. They won't want to even SEE another Ferris wheel for the rest of their lives." Megan laughed. "Hey daughter, while I was waiting for you, I got an idea about how we can make the High Striker game a little more challenging." "Oh?" said Candygirl, "Tell me how!"

... a few minutes later ...


WHAM! DING! WHAM! DING! WHAM! DING!

Candygirl jumped up and down as she clapped. "34! 35! 36!" she counted each time the bell was rung. "Adding 150 pounds of dead weight sure made this a better game!" Megan said as she wiped her sweaty brow with her hand. "Are you getting tired, mom? Let me have a go at her!" Candygirl chimed in. "Oh no, Candace. I'm not even close to being tired! Maybe when I reach 100, I'll let you have a try," Megan replied. "I just hope she holds up that long!" Candygirl said as she winked at Megan.

This amazingly awesome artwork was done by which I commissioned as a gift to my good friend , to whom Candygirl and Megan Ritchey belong. I'm always happy to add to the saga of Purple Vixen's encounters with the teenage heroine!

Description
It was a beautiful summer's day and Purple Vixen thought it would be a perfect opportunity to take some of her hench girls to Metro City's favorite amusement parks - Funland - and get into some profitable mischief!

She and six of her newer and less experienced hench girls snuck through an opening in the chain link fence that surrounded Funland. As she helped the others through the opening, Purple Vixen cheerily crowed, "See girls, there's always an alternate route.  Paying admission is for suckers!" The hench girls laughed at their first crime of the day, trespassing.

Vixen then began barking orders. "Now, you two go over there and shake down that cotton candy stand. They pull in the bucks! And you two, I want you to infiltrate the house of mirrors and pick some pockets, then you two ... "

Purple Vixen paused as one of the hench girls raised her hand. "Yes, Shirley," Vixen said with some annoyance in her tone. "What's your question?" "Um, Vixen, ma'am ... we were wondering ... um ... if maybe ... ummm ... before we take care of business ... ummm ... we might ... ummm ... be able to go on some rides?" Purple Vixen stared at Shirley, blinking her eyes. "Are you serious?"  Shirley sheepishly responded, "Yes, ma'am." And the other hench girls all nodded with hopeful looks on their faces. Vixen rolled her eyes. "What do you think we are here for?" "Please, Vixen? We promise we'll do a good job, but we never get to go out anywhere, and it's such a nice day, and it would be so good for our morale, and ... " Shirley went on. "Enough!" Vixen said with a wave of her hand. "One hour! You have exactly ONE hour! Then it's back to the job!" The hench girls all jumped a little, clapping their hands and squealing with delight. "Quiet!" Vixen interrupted. "Stop drawing attention to yourselves. Remember ... one hour!" Shirley stage whispered "Thank yooou!" to Vixen as the hench girls skipped toward the fairway. Purple Vixen was fuming, but understood. She looked around with her hands on her hips. "Well, somebody can get some work done today!" And she began to sneak in the back lots and areas behind the games and concessions, looking for a good mark.

Meanwhile, Candygirl and her mother Megan were also at Funland. They were playing the High Striker game. But neither Megan nor Candygirl found it much of a challenge - they were just too strong for the game. "This is getting boring, mom," Candygirl said, as she easily hit the bell again. But then something caught Megan's eye. "Hey Candace, isn't that that villainess you've clobbered a dozen times? Purple ... purple ... purple ... ummm ..." "Purple Vixen!!??" Candygirl piped in. "Yeah, that's the one!" "Where is she?" Candace asked. "I thought I saw her purple and yellow headgear over there behind the fried dough stand." "I got a plan, mom. You go to the left and I'll go to the right!" Candygirl said with a tone of excitement.

Vixen couldn't see the cash register at the fried dough stand. But the delicious aroma tempted Vixen even more than money. "Mmmmmmm," she said as she closed her eyes and reached over the edge of the stand to grab a fresh from the fryer hunk. She put it under her nose to savor the aroma and opened her mouth to bite into the tasty treat. "Drop that dough, doofus!" a girl's voice called out. Purple Vixen's eyes went wide and the fried treat dropped from her hand. "Candygirl?!!" Vixen shouted. Vixen turned toward Candygirl, rage on her face. "It's YOU again, you little twerp!" Vixen ranted. "THIS time you aren't getting away from me!"  Candygirl just smiled, her arms crossed over chest. "Getting away? Usually it's YOU running away from ME! But whatever!" Enraged, Purple Vixen pulled her fist back, about to send it to Candygirl's face. "Whaaaaa .... ????" Vixen cried out as two strong arms wrapped around her midsection from behind. "NOBODY threatens my little girl!" Megan said as she held Vixen from behind. Then in one smooth, flawless motion, Megan dropped backward on her toes, hurling Vixen back in a German suplex. WHUMP!! Purple Vixen's head hit the ground hard as her body slumped to the dirt. "WOW! That was great, mom!" Candygirl said breathlessly. "Just a little something I picked up watching WWE." Megan said, winking her eye.

"Well, it's off to the security office with you, Vixen," Candygirl said as they marched the still groggy Vixen away. They had used a piece of cord to keep her hands tied behind her back. As they were walking, they heard voices calling out - "Hey! Let her go! Stop! You can't take her away!" Candygirl and Megan looked around and saw six of Vixen's hench girls riding in the Ferris wheel. They had kicked all the kids out so they could have the ride for themselves. Candygirl looked at Megan: "Mom, I'll take care of this. Don't let Vixen get away." "No chance of that, Candace. You take care of those bad girls."

Candygirl ran up to the Ferris wheel just as the operator was starting to slow it down to let the hench girls off. "Sir, don't do that! Those are bad girls up to no good. Can you speed this up double speed?" Candygirl asked. "Why yes, but at that speed they will all get sick to their stomachs." the operator replied. "Just what I want!" So the operator sped the wheel up. The hench girls started screaming - "Stop! Stop this thing you idiot! We're getting sick!" Some of them started hurling over the sides of the cars. "Gross!" Candygirl exclaimed. Then speaking to the operator, Candygirl said, "Does this lever start and stop this?" "Why yes it does," the man replied. Candygirl then pushed the lever all the way into the 'ON' position and, gritting her teeth, wrenched the lever off of the machinery. "Oh no," the operator yelled, "now we won't be able to stop the wheel!" Candygirl smiled and said "Precisely!" Handing the man the lever, she added, "I'm sure the funds we confiscate from Purple Vixen will pay for a new lever."

As Candygirl approached Megan, holding Vixen, she brushed her hands together. "I took care of those goons. They won't want to even SEE another Ferris wheel for the rest of their lives." Megan laughed. "Hey daughter, while I was waiting for you, I got an idea about how we can make the High Striker game a little more challenging." "Oh?" said Candygirl, "Tell me how!"

... a few minutes later ...


WHAM! DING! WHAM! DING! WHAM! DING!

Candygirl jumped up and down as she clapped. "34! 35! 36!" she counted each time the bell was rung. "Adding 150 pounds of dead weight sure made this a better game!" Megan said as she wiped her sweaty brow with her hand. "Are you getting tired, mom? Let me have a go at her!" Candygirl chimed in. "Oh no, Candace. I'm not even close to being tired! Maybe when I reach 100, I'll let you have a try," Megan replied. "I just hope she holds up that long!" Candygirl said as she winked at Megan.

This amazingly awesome artwork was done by which I commissioned as a gift to my good friend , to whom Candygirl and Megan Ritchey belong. I'm always happy to add to the saga of Purple Vixen's encounters with the teenage heroine!