I, along with my trusty sidekick Marty, lived outside during the summers when we were kids. How else could we single handedly save the world no less than 472 times? From the first signs of trouble when we were eight, until I moved with my family to Oregon three years later, it was obvious to us that our town had somehow attracted the highest density of nefarious villains and paranormal beings in the world. In our first week as a team, Marty and I broke up a Russian spy ring, vanquished a coven of vampires that lived behind the drive-in movie theater, and killed a gelatinous blob that lived in an irrigation ditch.
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