Amara was playing with her hula-hoop under her house when she saw a chocolate, taller than her 8-year-old self, walking towards her.

He was a plain rectangular shaped chocolate bar. He had an umbrella to shade him from the sun.

“Hello!” said the chocolate to Amara. “My name is Mr. Chocolate. I need your help!”

“Hi, my name is Amara. How do you know I can help?” asked Amara.

“I can sense you have magical powers,” said Mr. Chocolate. “You turn into Super Boss-Girl when you are not Amara. I need help to become a normal chocolate and be eaten.”

“No!” said Amara. “Why do you want to be eaten?”

“I am very lonely,” said Mr. Chocolate sadly. “I have no one to talk to and no friends. I am the only Chocolate Being in the world.”

“How come?” asked Amara.

“There was an evil witch that came from another planet to destroy planet Earth. Before she did, she tasted one of my relatives. It was a chocolate made from the Trinitario cocoa bean from your country, Trinidad and Tobago. She loved the chocolate so much that she decided to pick a chocolate, give it powers and turn it into a Chocolate Being. The spell worked; here I am! But now I want to be a normal chocolate and be with my relatives again.”

“How are you planning to do that?” asked Amara.

“I want to look for the witch, who turned good after eating chocolate,” said Mr. Chocolate. “I can sense magical beings, but I need you for flying around to look for her.”

“Can you please stay here? I am going to change,” said Amara.

Amara went inside her house and changed into her red, gold and blue Super Boss-Girl suit. She was now Super Boss-Girl!

Super Boss-Girl came back out with a large baby carrier on her back.

“Hop in!” she ordered.

“Do I seriously have to go on a baby carrier on your back?” asked Mr. Chocolate in horror.

“Yes, you do!” answered Super Boss-Girl sternly. Reluctantly, he climbed into the baby carrier.

“Let’s go!” said Super Boss-Girl, as soon as he was secured. 

“Why do you have to fly so fast?” Mr. Chocolate screamed in her ear.

“Just deal with it,” snapped Super Boss-Girl, annoyed. "Can you sense the witch yet?"

“Hmmn, I am sensing her to the west,” answered Mr. Chocolate. 

Super Boss-Girl flew steadily to the west, until Mr. Chocolate yelled by her ear again. “EEEEW, EEEEW, EEEEW, this is disgusting, get it off me!” Apparently, a bird had pooped on Mr. Chocolate!

“Stop being so dramatic, it is only a little bird poop,” said Super Boss-Girl unsympathetically. As she turned in flight, she felt something splash her arm. It was bird poop!

“EEEEW, this is GROSS!” screamed Super Boss-Girl.

“Well, now you know! Anyway, this is her house. I am sensing her here,” said Mr. Chocolate.

“Really? It looks old. Her job must not pay very well. Anyway, I am going to land now, so hold on tight!” said Super Boss-Girl.

“AHHHHH! Why do you have to land so roughly?” screamed Mr. Chocolate.

“We are here and that is all that matters,” said Super Boss-Girl firmly. She walked up to the wooden house and banged loudly on the wall.

A woman in a frayed black bathrobe came down the rickety stairs. She had one brown eye and one green eye. One of her eyebrows was normal, but the other looked like a squiggly line. She raised the squiggly eyebrow when she saw them.

“What is so important that you had to disturb my shower?” asked the woman, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder.