In her flashy red Mountie uniform, Daring Do-Right galloped through the jungle, hot on the tail of her friend Ahuizotl Whiplash.

''Wait Ahuizotl! Don't you want to talk aboot ice hockey?''

The creature bounded away in terror, trying to escape Daring's amiability. ''No, please, take all the rusty relics, ancient artifacts, and glistening gemstones you want. Just stop being so pleasant!''

''Can I at least knit you a toque?'' she yelled after him as he ran away screaming.

''Geeze, he's a real hoser, eh?'' muttered Daring as she trotted off to Him Tortons to grab a beer.

Author's Notes:

I'm so so sorry aboot that, Canadians.