In a cosmos so vast, a tale unfurls, Aliens scheme, with cosmic swirls, Neon City, Illinois, gleaming bright, Their target for a curious plight.
Bad-Luck-Lass, with fiery mane, In her lair, devoid of mundane,
Foes plot chaos, yet she's not blue, For luck, it seems, ain't just for a few.
Alien beings with strange machines, Scheming in interstellar routines, A plan so wild, it's out of sight, To dim the city's neon light.
But Lass, with jinxes by her side, Rides her luck, no need to hide, Zapping aliens with a ginger flare, Turning their schemes into cosmic air.
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