Billy was in rut. He was having problems with just about everything in his life—his classmates were ignorant, his friend Mort was getting on his nerves, and his baby-sitter Molly was really annoying. The seven-year-old genius wanted to get away—far, far away.

"I've decided something," he said to Molly one day. Molly was reading a book called Pride and Prejudice and wasn't paying attention.

"Yes," she said absentmindedly, "of course."

"No, really," he emphasized earnestly, "I'm going to make a… megarocket!"

"Okay," she replied, not looking up from her book, "Sure, why not?"

Seeing he wouldn't get any support from her, he phoned Mort. He knew his friend's number by heart- 315-1592. Just one digit away from his own, 314-1592. He got the answering machine.

"Hello, this is the Great Intelligence. I'm currently working on fixing World Peace and World Hunger, so I can't come to the phone now. If you have an IQ of 200 or lower, leave a message at the tone. However, if you're Billy, call me. You leave rotten messages. Seeya, Mortimer M. Mcmire. Beeeeeeeeeep..."

Billy hung up the phone reluctantly. He would just have to make the Megarocket himself. He was passing the Junk Closet; filled with old rubber cement and plastic tubing, and the Pantry; filled with old soup and bean cans. "But what'll I make it out of?" he thought aloud.

He passed the broom closet with the vacuum cleaner and brooms (obviously) and asked "And how will it move?"

Passing his Brother Nick's room, he stopped and contemplated the big sign that said "ENTER AND YOUR HEAD A SPLODE", saying "Gee, how will I steer it?"

"And how'll it get its energy?" he pondered, passing the garage, with the car.

"And what'll it run on?" he questioned, passing his dad's liquor cabinet.

"Hey! Those important components are all in this house!" he exclaimed.

He rushed back to those aforementioned six places and grabbed some parts. Rushing to his backyard clubhouse, he started working…

A couple minutes later, he got a pencil and paper, and started writing:

"Billy Blaze, eight-year old genius, working diligently in his backyard clubhouse, has created an interstellar starship from old soup cans, rubber cement, plastic tubing, and a few essential other components... While his folks are out on the town and the babysitter is asleep, Billy sneaks out to his backyard workshop, dons his brother's football helmet, and transforms into...
CAPTAIN COOL-defender of justice! In his ship, the Bean with Bacon MegaRocket, Cool dispenses justice with an iron hand!"

"Hmmmm, it's nice! I like it!" he said to himself, "But I gotta think of a better name than Captain Cool…"