Daniel was in the clubhouse when he heard a high pitched scream.
“What in the world can that be?” he said to himself.
Moments later, there was another scream. And another. And another.
“Damsels in distress!” Daniel said. “This is a job for the Superhero!”
In a flash, Daniel grabbed his gym bag and ran to an empty storage closet. Moments later, he was changed, and rushing off in the direction of the terrible screams in his orange and blue Superhero costume and cape with the large number 28 on the back trailing behind.
“Have no fear! The Superhero is…” Daniel stopped. “Uh… what’s going on?”
Standing on the table were Shaun Marcum, John Buck, Anthony Recker, and Robert Carson. They were all quaking in fear and pointing at the ground.
“Was that you I heard screaming?” Daniel said.
“Superhero!” John Buck said. “It was awful!”
“You’re just in the nick of time!” Anthony Recker said.
“Please help us!” Robert Carson said.
“What in tarnation is the problem?” Daniel Murphy said.
“It’s a mouse!!!” Shaun Marcum screamed.
“You’re going nuts over a mouse?” Daniel said.
Before any of the men on the table had a chance to answer, the doors burst open and a masked figure in a green costume came flying in.
“Where ever there is trouble, Q shall save the day!” he said.
“I have a handle on this, Q,” Daniel said.
“Wait!” Q said. “I think I found our problem!” Q reached under the table and picked up a furry little mouse. “Here’s the little guy. He’s not so scary, is he?”
“Hey,” Robert Carson said. “He’s actually kind of cute.”
“I was scared of that?” Anthony Recker said.
“Awww,” John Buck said. “He’s actually quite adorable.”
“Thank you Q!” Shaun Marcum said. “You’re the best!”
“Hey!” Daniel Murphy said. “What about me? I was here first!”
Before anyone had a chance to answer, Matt Harvey came storming in with a scowl on his face. Everyone knew he was grouchy on days when he starts, but today he was looking particularly grumpy.
“Where’s my Fastball!?! Has anyone seen my @%$!ing Fastball!?!”
Matt Harvey spotted Q, who was holding the little mouse.
“Fastball!” Matt said. “You went running off again!” He snatched the little mouse from Q’s hands and stormed off.
“A thank you would be nice,” Q said.
“Don’t mind him,” John Buck said. “He’s just like that on game days.”
“My job here is done,” Q said. “Glad I can be of assistance!” Before anyone could get a good look at him, he was gone.
“We’re lucky Q was here to save the day!” Robert Carson said. “What would we ever have done without him?”
“Yeah,” Daniel Murphy said to himself. “Real lucky.” Daniel turned and walked out of the room with his head down. No one noticed.