I'ma writin' a story fer this one. For now, just enjoy the visual...
I hazza now finished with my tale. Enjoy, right down below!
....While the titanic confrontation is erupting between the eight heroines and the ultra-dangerous trio of Golden Parakeet, Madame Dragonfly, and Astro-Fiend at the Smuttersworth Museum, there is trouble brewing at Randolph's Roadhouse, clear on the other side of the vast metroplois, Raxxon City. Purple Mystery has just put the three sexy spy gals -- Laura Jones, Vanessa Tanner, and Teresa Mullins -- down and out for the count.
"Ah, it is always so satisfying to lay those miserable do-gooders out cold! Don't they look cute, sprawled on the pavement like that? HA! I see that those fellas agree with me. They have gathered around to take pics of my playmates..."
"Hey, we will take some pics of you, too, gorgeous!" The appreciative males cry out to the virtually-naked voluptuous vixen. Her bare breasts heaving from the exertion of the recent battle, Sheila Haston is quite the sight as she stands nearby the sexy heap of felled spy babes.
"Okay, but not too many. I need to meet a friend in just a little bit!"
After a brief session, Sheila excuses herself. "Fun stuff, guys, but I gotta run. Toodles!"
"See ya around, beautiful!"
The near-naked villainess walks across the street and down a few blocks. "Hmmm... I am not as familiar with this side of town as I thought! I will stop inside this shop / resaurant, "Snookums Seafood Emporium", and ask for directions."
Unbeknownst to sexy Sheila, the establishment is run by the cantankerous, crusty old retired supervillain, Edward Billicothe Snookums, aka "Cap'n Snookums". As she asks some of his customers for directions, the ridiculously-self-righteous old fool takes offense at her presence.
"Yeah, I'm lookin fer 'Haingey's Hookah Hangout', guys. Yeah, sure, I'll sign a few autographs, but I need to hurry. I'm meeting the Golden Parakeet over there soon, and we are gonna plan a caper together... AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! Uuuhhh, wh-what hit me?"
"I did, you silly wench!" Cap'n Snookums has transformed into his otherworldy form, and has blasted the tiny-costumed beauty. "Begone! G'wan! Git! I don't want no criminal here in my place! I've gone legit, and I don't want trouble. Get outta my bizness, right now, ya shameless trollop!"
"Oh, fer cryin' out loud, ya mangy ol' coot! I'ma juss askin' fer directions! Weren't plannin' on stealin' nuthin, ya goldang weirdo -- UUUHHH!! S-so stop blastin' me, already, ya idjit..."
"Nope, don't believe ye! Yer a thief an' a hooligan, Miss Mammaries, er, I mean, Miss Haston, an' I'ma gonna blast ye out cold an' teleport ye away. Maybe to prison, or to the "Mountains of Ma'Hoorl", or sumthin. Anyways, I'ma gonna gitcha far away from heer, daddablastit!"
ZZATTT!!! A final energy discharge thwacks hard into Sheila's cranium, and she blacks out, just after saying, "Ah, criminy..."
Then Snookums activates a different sort of energy, and POOF! -- the sexy supervillainess vanishes into thin air.
"AW, wheer'd the purtee lady go, Cap'n Snookums? She wuz a dang sight better than yer usual clientele..." Nardee Simmons, one of the regulars, complains.
"Oh, I juss put her on the roof of buildin', twenty blocks frum heer, thet's all, Nardee. Didn't want her stealin' nuthin. Can't trust them shady supervillainess types, ye knows..."
All the male regulars heave a collective sigh of disappointment. Sheila was, after all, the best-lookin' gal they had seen inside this dive in quite a while...