Captain Midnight here with a special trade secret for all you loyal fans.
Some of you have written, asking how we super-dogs manage to live among you undetected until our superpowers are needed. Actually, gulling the average human is pretty easy. They mostly see what they want to see, so all it takes is a little sleight of hand and a convenient telephone box for the switcheroo.
Herself is far from average but even so I had to explain the finer points to her the other evening. We’d been out to a party at her friend’s house and she seemed surprised that I hadn’t been recognised. The conversation went something like this…
“My friend liked you,” said Herself. “She thought you were sweet.”
“Happens all the time,” I said.
“She called you a Comedy Dog.”
“A what?”
“A Comedy Dog.”
“And why do you think she said that?”
“Well, you know,” said Herself. “Standing on your hind legs; chasing cats; furry dreadlocks; sleeping on your back with one leg in the air; being addicted to chicken. That sort of thing.”
“Excellent,” I said. “My C.K. seems to be working.”
“Calvin Klein?” she asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“No. No.” I replied. “Clark Kent. Superman’s mild-mannered alter ego. All super beings need an alter ego, so they can pass as normal. We call them C.K.s.”
“And yours is Ted the Comedy Dog?”
“Correctamundo.”
“Really,” she gasped. “You mean all that stuff is just part of your disguise?”
“Yup.”
“All of it?”
“Except for the chicken thing,” I confessed. “That’s for real.”
She took the hint and raided the fridge for a late-night, poultry-based snack.
So there we have it super-dog fans. That’s why you never see Captain Midnight and Ted the Comedy Dog in the same room at the same time. I don’t mind you knowing but you must promise not to blow my cover or I will be forced to leave Planet Earth and return home to my birthplace on the furthest moon of Kanis.
Oh alright, I’m just kidding.
It’s the third moon.
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