American Girl

Carol Danvers didn't ask permission to fly an F-15 and she's not asking permission to run the table on you either. This is American Girl — blonde, blue-and-gold armor, cape snapping in the wind, sticking the superhero landing at center stage like the cold open of a Marvel Rivals match. Alex Ross cover-painting energy, Lynda Carter spin-transformation confidence, Brie Larson glowing-fists finish. She earned the costume the same way you earn a bag: reps.

Top side plays slide — clean glide that skates the lane like she's crossing the sky, cape trailing, no drag. Flip her over and the flag side is where the physics change: stars-and-stripes back, big CX logo, and a stopping bite that plants your block like a lasso around the ankles. Higher, further, faster on top. Grounded and immovable on the flip.

Cornhole's power roster is thin on capes. Draft American Girl, put her in the four-hole, and let the opposing team explain to their kids why they got beat by a comic-book cover.