"Ursula looks like a combination of Zatanna and Vampirella, only with a bit more clothing in some places," said Frank. "I like the top hat." "Anything to add to her height," Travis noted dryly. "What do you think she is, two, three miles tall?" "A lot, and that's enough. I have to ask a dumb question." "Isn't that your usual kind?" "Shut up," said Frank. "Does the city know what she's doing?" "I assume so, because of the evacuations and the military attack," said Travis, glancing at the city through a pair of binoculars. "But I think it's less because of what she's planning, and more that word from her practice sessions failed to get out." "You've lost me. She's done this before?" "With a village or two." "And word...didn't get out?" Frank queried. "You need survivors for word to get out," Travis noted. Frank started to say something, but Travis hushed him. Ursula pressed a button on her outfit. Several seconds later show music reached the two men, who

Jacky and Ilene leaned back with contented sighs. The bowl between them was empty, save for one tiny guy. He turned around several times, unable to believe his eyes. Just a little while earlier he had been one among many in the bowl, the ill-advised result of accepting an invitation to go to a party. A glance up at the two giantesses didn't really allay his fears. One was dabbing her lips clean, while the other was stretching her arms over her head after her repast. "That was good," said Ilene. "Yeah," said Jacky, licking her lips. The both looked down at the last little morsel in the bowl. "You can have him," Jacky offered. "Nah, he's all yours," Ilene demurred politely. "I insist," said Jacky. "I couldn't," Ilene protested. During this exchange the tiny guy was watching it all like a spectator at a tennis match, his head swinging this way and that as the giantesses tried to one up each other in their attempt to give him to the other one. Not being a

She faced what she believed was the general direction of the aircraft carrying the camera. Not that it really mattered, at her size people would hear her hundreds if not thousands of miles away. At the moment she was mostly sprawled in the Atlantic, propping herself up on her left arm, leaving her right arm free. In her ear she heard the words, 'and now we go to the weather'. Her eyes shone and she beamed a huge smile. "Thanks, Phil," she said. "As you may have noticed today was generally nice with plenty of sun, and only a light breeze. Tomorrow will be a different matter, as storms move in from the south." Reaching out she gathered up a nearby weather system and pushed it over the lower part of the island. Lightning flared around her fingers as the clouds piled up higher and higher. "Watch out for strong gusts," she warned, as she pursed her lips and blew, "and drenching rain." Her fingers flicked through the ocean sending water crashing down on countless