Captain Underpants Puppets Novels & Stories

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Without thinking a moment longer, he pulled off his boxers in the print of hilarious Pluto dogs, a Christmas present from Alex. ‘Damn it! Guy in pants with Pluto dog on it! What a shame!’ That's why she was amused. Too bad it wasn't green aliens with bulging eyes or red gnomes. He also had such pieces in his underwear collection.