"Now," Herbie said. "Where were we?"
"We were trying to discover a way to destroy Loxx," replied Bad Joke Man. "I figured out earlier that his weakness is his socks. If we somehow take his socks off, he will turn from a giant piece of smoked salmon into a. giant piece of smoked salmon. But, he won't be living anymore."
"What'll we do with all the lox we get from beating this guy?"
"Heh heh heh heh."
"What?"
"I said: HEH HEH HEH HEH. If you know what I mean, heh heh heh, wink wink."
"Okay. But how will we get his socks off?"
"Now that's the $2,687,903.93 question. How DO we do it?"
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm."
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm."
"Hmmmmm- Wait! I got it!"
"Well, out with it!"
"Well," Super Herbie replied, "we could set a booby trap for him."
"But you said that we did traps all those other times."
"This is a little bit different. All your traps had pulleys and levers and were all set in the garage. This time, we won't have to destroy the garage. We'll set it up in the field near school!"
"Whisper the idea in my ear, little buddy!"
"Sssspt, spt, sssssssst, ssssppt!"
"Brilliant! Let's go to the store, and pick up the supplies we need!"
"All right!" So, Bad Joke Man and Super Herbie went to the store, picked up a shovel, some chicken - wire fence, and some a box of live moths. They took the materials needed to the field, set up the fence so there were two sides parallel to each other, and then a wall of fence at the end. Then, they dug a pit near the entrance, and put the moths in it. Bad Joke Man was on the inside of the fence, and at the end that had a fence by it. Anyhow, Herbie sought out Loxx, and then provoked him. "Hey, fish brains! You big sack of oats! You're nothing but a giant piece of smoked salmon! Loser!" By now, Loxx was chasing after Super Herbie, and Super Herbie led him to the field. Loxx could no longer see Super Herbie, but he saw Bad Joke Man! Now, Bad Joke Man wanted Loxx to come over and try to get him, so he was telling bad jokes.
"When's the best time to cook eggs?" Bad Joke Man asked. No one replied. "At the crack of dawn! Haw haw haw!"
"Hey! That wasn't that funny!" Loxx grumbled.
"Hey, here's a good one! Why wouldn't the chef chop up the dictionary?" Still, nobody replied. "He refused to mince words!"
"Hey, I feel the sudden urge to pulverize this guy!" Loxx said.
"What do you get when you raise a fish on Swiss cheese?" Bad Joke Man asked. "A holey mackerel!"
"That's it!" Loxx ran toward Bad Joke Man, but before he reached him, he fell in the moth pit! The moths ate away at his socks, until he had no more socks on his feet, and he stopped moving. His facial features faded away, and his arms and legs shriveled up.
"Ha HA!" Bad Joke Man laughed as he jumped into the pit and attempted to lift the giant lox. "Herrrrrrggh!" he grunted as he tried to lift the huge snack food. Then Super Herbie hopped down and helped Bad Joke Man. Super Herbie lifted it with one hand.
"Where do ya want me to put this, BJ?"
"Uh, go set it in my room."
"All right, bye!" BJ pressed the button on his watch, and started talking.
"Come in, Chief Deadwood. Are you there, Chief Deadwood?"
"Yes, I'm here," the chief replied.
"Chief Deadwood, I have accomplished the mission, over."
"Good job, over."
"Thank you, boss."
"Your welcome. By the way, turn around! I'm standing right behind you! Have you already forgotten that you don't have a watch like the Power Rangers do?"
"Uh, I'd prefer not to answer that question."
Once again, the city was safe, because of Bad Joke Man, protector of truth, justice, and the American cheese!