Concert Hall
The robber flickered with indecision, then he lowered his weapon. "Awww, who am I foolin'?" he asked rhetorically. "You're a Sailor Scout, I ain't got a snowball's chance against you."

"Very good, you're smarter than you look," Sailor Uranus held out her hand. "Now hand the purse and the gun over. We'll start by apologizing to the woman you robbed, and then we'll take a nice trip down to the police station where you'll make a confession of your crime." Her voice was dripping with exaggerated sweetness. The robber complied meekly.

A police van pulled up and out stepped an officer. "Uh, thank you, Sailor... Uranus is it?" he asked.

"In the flesh," Uranus winked. "You want to take him in?"

"Yeah, it's my job," the officer said. "I'm, uh, gonna need the pistol too."

"Certainly," Uranus handed him the gun. "That's a mighty fine piece. It would be interesting to find out where he got that thing," she suggested. ... Continue