The Smear CampaignJetspeed, who had left town for two weeks to visit a close cousin, was strolling happily along the streets of Downersville on her way home when she heard a squeal of tires. A purple car had just rounded a bend and was skidding along the road, coming straight toward her.
A close-up of the driver’s face showed how frantic he was. Over his car loomed a jagged speech balloon lit up with one word: “HELP!” He seemed to have lost control of his vehicle.
Whoosh!
In a blur of red and orange and gold, she rushed toward him, only to see him veer into the middle of the road. The next moment, he was swerving onto the sidewalk to avoid a truck that was coming at him from the same direction as Jetspeed. As he got the car back on the road, Jetspeed sped up and zoomed around him. Soon
