❝Why do always call me Cherry?❞
❝Because your lips taste like Cherries.❞
When teenage supervillain Havoc stands up to the head of the League of Villains, Colby Madden's family is forced to change their identities and relocate to a sleepy Texas subur...
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𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 hands on a towel, stepping back from the sink with a grimace as a thick, swamp‑green sludge bubbled up from the garbage disposal. Eva watched with crossed arms, pinching the bridge of her nose like the sight offended her soul.
"Thanks for your help, Celia. I can't imagine what could've caused the garbage disposal to back up," Eva said.
"Oh, I can," Celia snapped, fishing out a soggy piece of paper with two fingers. "Someone's been shoving unpaid parking tickets down here."
Jake's hands shot up immediately. "Hey, don't look at me! I don't even have a license!"
Aveline, sitting at the counter eating cereal, raised an eyebrow. "That hasn't stopped you from driving," she said. "Or, you know... flying that 747 you 'borrowed.'"
Jake pointed at her with his spoon. "That was once! And technically the plane was parked."
Amy shook her head. "I don't have a license either. DMV revoked mine for drag racing."
Vic wandered in holding coffee. "And that was completely unfair, by the way. She won."
Celia sighed and stood up straight. "Okay, enough work, Grandma," Hartley said, slipping an arm around her shoulders. "It's Mother's Day weekend. Time to relax."
"Relax?" Celia scoffed. "Getting crud out of pipes is how I relax." She peered down the drain. "And this one's gonna need a longer snake. Better get the fifteen‑footer."
She walked out the back door to get her tools—her favorite tools.
Moments later, Hartley dragged Aveline over by the wrist. "Okay, crisis. I need help. I can't think of a Mother's Day gift to get my grandma."
Aveline shrugged. "Just get her something she'll use. Like a nightgown or a... hatchet," she suggested, remembering Celia's oddly enthusiastic advice from earlier.
Eva's head snapped up. "What's this about a day where mothers get gifts?"
Amy blinked. "Mother's Day? Sunday?"
Eva stepped closer, eyes narrowing like she'd discovered betrayal. "And more importantly... when do I get mine?"
"Sunday," Aveline repeated slowly, as if Eva were a confused toddler.
Vic scratched his chin. "Wait. Don't villains celebrate holidays?"
Eva scoffed dramatically. "The only holiday we had was Onyx Day."
Jake made a face. "That sounds... festive?"
"Oh, it was," Eva said, actually smiling—ominously. "We bowed before our leader and showered him with gifts."
"Good thing that was only once a year," Hartley muttered.
