Lizlovestoons12

(prologue) It was a challenge, but the Bubbler somehow eventually broke out of prison, and he remade his infamous bubble-gun. “I will have my revenge…” he growled, as he floated toward the open ocean, in his own bubble. “I don’t know how, but I will have it…” Just as he was about to dive down, into the water, a strange object caught his eye, from below; “Well, well,” he mused. “What have we here?” He looked closer, and the strange object looked like a large aerosol can, with arms and legs, and zipping across the water, on skis, propelled by a jetpack. “Hmm,” Bubbler smirked. “A strange tin can, coming up.” He fired his gun, trapping the tin can inside an impenetrable bubble, and causing it to float into the air. “What the-...?!” the Scheming Spraysol exclaimed, in surprise, lisping like crazy. “What’ssssh thisssh ssshtrange bubble?!” “It’s mine, of course!” the Bubbler answered, once Spraysol reached his level. “Yipe!” Spraysol yelped in surprise. “I musssht be dreaming! “Another