Introducing "The Shnoozia Chronicles"!

INTRODUCTION TO SUPER WILSON COMICS WEBSITE READERS:
A short (or was it long, I can't really remember, I think it was short) time ago, I created the adventures of Shniay, Owlawa, Shnap, and Frow (the Shnoozia super team). And a month ago, I created a new Shnoozia superhero: a Sheeran* Shnoozia named Pogota, he was the fifth Shnoozia superhero, and the last so far. If you read Chapter 1 of The Shnoozia Chronicles #1, All Good Things Must Come To An End (which appears below this introduction), you will be introduced to Shniay and Owlawa's superpowers. A chapter of the new Shnoozia book, which is on line seven of this introduction, including "Introduction to Super Wilson Comics Website Readers", is posted on this website every month, so keep checking, and meanwhile, enjoy!

Chapter One
The Beginning

This is their story. They are called Shnoozias. And there are five of them – Shnoozia Shniay, Shnoozia Shnap, Sheeran Shnoozia Pogota, Shnoozia Frow, and Shnoozia Owlawa. And Shniay was the leader of their heroic team. This story is how they started. One afternoon, a Shnoozia named Shniay hurried through the crowded streets of Shnooziaopolis, where almost every single Shnoozia on planet Shnooziay lived. Shniay almost ran smack into a huge boulder, but he used his big gliding abilities to leap over it. Shniay landed with a thud on the rocky ground of Shnooziaopolis, and then he continued hurrying. Even he didn’t know where he was going. Only the brain-chip on his chest did. He had a habit of forgetting. He saw a big fat Shnoozia ahead of him, but it was too late to leap. He whacked into the Shnoozia. The fat Shnoozia opened his mouth and snapped, “Don’t you ever watch where you’re going?” He growled and stomped away, but Shniay put a hand on him and said, “I…I apologize. J-just sometimes, I don’t watch where I’m heading. I’m sorry.” Shniay was just like a big blob of clay. He was a big softie. The Shnoozia turned around, and instead of roaring at Shniay, he broke into a big grin and said, “Hey, I’m sorry, too. Do you want to be pals?” Shniay paused for a moment. After a while, he said, “Okay. What’s your name?” The Shnoozia scratched his head and replied, “My name is Owlawa. What’s yours?” Shniay replied to Owlawa. “It’s Shniay,” he said. Owlawa shook hands with Shniay. Shniay continued. “I have the ability to leap and glide. Do you have any abilities?” This time Owlawa paused. “Yeah,” he said. “I can swing on my rope.” He reached into his pocket. “Yes,” he continued, “this is my swinging rope.” Shniay admired it. He turned to Owlawa. “Do you know any other super-powered Shnoozias?” he asked. Owlawa thought for a moment and replied. “Yes, I do,” he said matter-of-factly. “What are their names?” questioned Shniay. “Frow and Shnap,” replied Owlawa, glancing up at a humongous snowy mountain. “Shnap lives up there.” He pointed to the mountain peak. Then he pointed over to a cave built into the base of the mountain. “And Frow lives there.” “Let’s visit Shnap first,” said Shniay. “Why?” asked Owlawa. “Because I like to glide, and you like to swing,” replied Shniay, unlocking the reason. “Okay,” exclaimed Owlawa, a smile spreading across his face. “O…kaaaaay…” said Shniay. He ran away. Then he ran towards the mountain and jumped high. Then, he started gliding up toward the mountain peak, and grabbed onto a rocky ledge. Then he leaped up, pushing down on the ledge. He finally fell onto the front porch of Shnap’s house. “Okay,” he called down to Owlawa, at the top of his lungs. “You can shoot your rope and wrap it around this ledge,” he called, pointing to the same ledge as the one he pushed. Owlawa stuffed his hand into his pocket and wrapped his rope around his right hand. Then he wrapped the other end onto the ledge, and pulled hard. It formed a knot on the rope. He jumped up and ran through the air, swinging the rope side to side. Then, Owlawa unwrapped his hand and flew onto the front porch with Shniay. Then, he unknotted his rope and stuffed it into his pocket again. Then Shniay gripped the knocker and knocked loudly. Another Shnoozia opened the door. “Hallo!” exclaimed Shniay and Owlawa. “Oh!” said the Shnoozia, happily. He flung the door completely open and invited Shniay and Owlawa inside. The Shnoozia shut the door. Shniay and Owlawa sat on the sofa. The other Shnoozia sat down with them. “So,” he said, “I see you brought a new friend along.” He glanced at Owlawa. “Do you mind,” Owlawa said. “His name is Shniay.” “Oh!” said the Shnoozia. “My name is Shnap.” He ran into the kitchen and brought back a cookie jar. “Please,” he said politely, “have a cookie. Both of you!” Shniay grabbed two cookies and put the lid back on the jar. Then he gave one to Owlawa. Then they munched as Shnap told them his story.

*A Sheeran is a person of the archenemy of the Shnoozia super team, Sheera.