Blanket Justice

I realize, now that I'm older, how much I enjoyed my superheroic alter-ego of Blanket Boy back when I was younger. At the time, it seemed a lot like a chore. Get home from school, eat some crackers, put on Blanket Cape and fight crime. It was tedious, and there were countless times when I wished I could have just stayed home and played my favorite video game,Super Water Purifier IV. Duty is duty, though; and if I didn't fight crime with the power of blankets, who would?

As Blanket Boy, I assumed that most crimes were committed because the perpetrator simply needed to get some rest. What better way to do that than with a blanket? And so I would leap from rooftop to rooftop, dispensing blanketed justice to wrong-doers. Usually, I had a pretty good success rate. A thief would be making his way out of someones window when suddenly they'd get hit with a blanket. They'd gently place the stolen loot down on the ground before wrapping themselves up and taking a little siesta.

At this point one of two things could happen. Either the authorities would come and apprehend the would-be criminals, or they would wake up feeling refreshed and unwilling to commit their originally planned crime.

I eventually gave up after a series of cataclysmic encounters with Dr. Insomnia, which I'm sure you already read about in my short-lived (but cult-favorite) comic book: The Satisfactory Escapades of Blanket Boy. Occasionally I consider donning the Blanket Cape and patrolling the streets once more. Alas, I am too sleepy, and this blanket is too comfortable.