Olivia and her mum are superheroes. Last month, they battled the scary sea witch’s gigantic jellyfish down at the beach. Last week, they protected the world from Martian attack. Yesterday, they destroyed Doctor Doolally’s rampaging robot zoo.

Today, they are going to the shops.
“Boring!” said Olivia.
“Even superheroes need to go to the
shops,” said Mum. “Get your boots on,
it’s time to fly.”
All superheroes do their shopping
at Superhero Supermarket. It sells
capes, costumes, cars, gadgets, and
super-powered breakfast cereals with
tiny robot toys inside - it is amazing!
To normal people, like you and I,
the Superhero Supermarket would
probably be the most fantastic place
in the world. To superheroes, it’s as
exciting as any normal supermarket.

So, not exciting at all.
The shelves in Superhero Supermarket
go right up to the sky. No one has to
worry about reaching the top shelf
though, because everyone can fly
or stretch or climb.
Olivia was at the sweet counter,
checking out the lava-filled atomic
fireball gobstoppers, when she
spotted a strange old man. He was
wearing a black hat and a long black
coat. He had tiny dark eyes, which
darted around the shelves nervously.
The old man was picking up laser
cannons in the super-weapon section.
Olivia thought he looked suspicious.

She pointed him out to Mum.
“It’s very rude to point,” said Mum.
“He’s probably just one of those
old superheroes who’s come out
of retirement for one final battle.
Like Grandpa did.”
Grandpa had his final battle a
few years ago and defeated his
arch-enemy Professor Wormtangler.
Now, Grandpa was quite happy on
his super allotment growing giant
carnivorous cabbages and trimming
triffid tentacles.
Olivia was not convinced. “No. I’m
pretty sure he meant to go to the
supervillain supermarket. I’m going
to keep an eye on him.”

Olivia saw him again while she was
trying on new rocket boots. This time,
the strange old man was looking at
spaceships and mini submarines, as
if deciding which one to use in his
evil plans. The whole time, he kept
looking around to see who was
watching him.
“Definitely up to no good,” thought
Olivia, and she followed him past the
teleporters and flying cars, and down
towards the super suit section, which
was full of colourful masks and wigs
and helmets and cloaks.
The old man picked up a black mask
and a long purple cape with a huge
pointy collar.

“I knew it!” thought Olivia, and quickly
raced off to tell Mum there was a
supervillain in the supermarket. Mum
was already at the checkout, and just
as Olivia flew over to her, the old man
appeared. Still looking around, he
shiftily reached into his big black coat.
“Look out!” shouted Olivia, zooming
straight towards the old man in case
he pulled a stolen laser cannon out
of his pocket. But the old man didn’t
do that. Instead, he put his hands up
in the air and said, “Please help me!
I think I’m in the wrong shop!”
“Olivia! What on earth are you doing?”
cried Mum.

“I’ve been following him around the
shop,” said Olivia. “He was acting
strangely. He kept looking around.”
“That’s because I’m lost,” said the old
man. “I forgot to put my glasses on
this morning, but I’ve just remembered
they’re in my inside pocket.”
Olivia felt embarrassed.
“I’m so sorry about this,” said Mum.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, dear, just a bit confused. I came
for cat food and sardines. But the pet
food here seems to be for giant pumas.
And there aren’t any sardines, but
there are tins of shark!”

“Yes,” smiled Mum. “Superheroes get super hungry.
What’s your name?”
“Jack Moore,” said the old man.
“Well, Mr Moore, can Olivia and I take you to the proper supermarket? After that, we’ll get you home safely.”
“Oh, that would be super helpful,” said Mr Moore.
So that’s just what they did. And now, Olivia goes to visit Mr Moore every day, and she gets his shopping for him.
Because being a superhero isn’t just about battling robots and aliens; it’s about helping with the little things too.