10 Supermum!

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SUPERMUM! PAT PATTERSON NOT ONLY had a boring name, she also had the most boring job in the world. She was a toilet cleaner. Pat lived with her two children on the top floor of a crumbling tower block. Her youngest was Spike, a boy of ten, and her oldest, Punk, a girl of

thirteen. Both found their mother boring. All she talked about was the toilets she'd cleaned that day. "With a tough stain like that, there was nothing else for it- I had to get out the scourer!" So, when she got home from work, Spike would bury his face in a superhero comic as his sister put her headphones over her ears and turned the volume on her music to BLASTING. Being ignored made Mum sad. Looking over her son's shoulder at one of his comic books, she had an idea. DING! What if she weren't just boring old Mum? What if she were... SUPERMUM? A mum with superpowers. Superheroes can be created in all kinds of ways. They might be an ALIEN from another planet. They might be a billionaire inventor. They might even have been bitten by a radioactive insect.

Pat Patterson wasn't blessed with any of these options. Her superhero alter ego would have to be homemade. As she cleaned bog after bog all day, Pat daydreamed about how she could transform into SUPERMUM. Superheroes need weapons. The famous ones have shields, hammers, web shooters, lassos, suits of armour, invisible planes, even shark-repellent spray. Not having any of these, Pat found inspiration in her toilet-cleaning implements. Pat's brush, mop and bucket could now be SUPERMUM'S magie weapons. The bucket could be THE AVENGING BUCKET of DOOM! The mop would be renamed THE MOP OF MAYHEM! And the bog brush was now not just an ordinary bog brush. No. It was THE BOG BRUSH OF COSMIC CALAMITY!

Pat didn't know what any of these things really meant, but they sounded COOL. One day at work, when no one was about, Pat practised her quick change. Superheroes had to be good at quick changes. There would be no warning of when a school bus might be dangling over the side of a bridge, or of an aeroplane losing a wing, or a cat getting stuck up a tree. So Pat darted into a bog cubicle, whipped off her cleaning apron and whisked it over her shoulders as a cape. Then she poked two eye holes in her hairband with a pencil, and put it on her face as a mask. She flung open the door fast! She was SUPERMUM! With her three mighty magie weapons, she attacked the hundreds of bogs she had to clean, like never before. BISH! BASH! BOSH!

As SUPERMUM, it was as if Pat really did have special powers. The bogs were cleaned in record time. "TAKE THAT, TOILET!" she cried as she finished the last one. Little did she know that her dreaded boss, Miss Scowl, was waiting outside the cubicle. "PAT!" barked Scowl. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" "Sorry, Miss Scowl!" replied Pat meekly. "PUT THAT APRON BACK ON THE RIGHT WAY ROUND. ANYONE WOULD THINK YOU WERE CRACKERS!" "Sorry." "YOU LOOK LIKE SOME KIND OF POUND-SHOP SUPERHERO!" "Well, you see, I was just..." "PAT, YOU ARE NOT FIGHTING SUPERVILLAINS! YOU ARE CLEANING BOGS!" "I know..." "NO MORE OF THIS NONSENSE EVER AGAIN!" Miss Scowl spun round and marched off.