❝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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𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 on the couch, legs tucked under her, staring blankly at the TV that wasn't even on. Next to her, Vic had one arm thrown over the backrest, lazily tossing a rubber ball up and down. Jake sat with his feet on the coffee table, scrolling through his phone like it was a sport, and Amy was half-asleep with a snack bag balanced perfectly on her lap.
It was a painfully slow Saturday.
Hartley marched into the living room with way too much energy for a person who had just woken up. "All right, everybody, it's Saturday," she announced proudly. "I've got a lot of nothing planned for today, so let's get to it!"
Vic stared at her, unimpressed. "A lot of nothing? We're already doing nothing. That's the plan."
Hartley pointed dramatically toward the colorful community calendar stuck to the fridge. "But look at all the fun stuff happening today! There's a car show, a line-dancing contest, and a pie festival."
Amy perked up at the word pie. "Ooh."
Jake sat up straighter. "All perfect for our father-son day, Vic. Let's take a joyride to the line-dancing contest and start a pie fight."
Hartley placed her hands on her hips. "Or... we could do something that doesn't involve ruining an entire county's good time."
Jake sighed. "You're taking a lot off the table there."
Before anyone could argue, a loud buzzing filled the room. Aveline flinched when a fly zipped past her face, dipping dangerously close like it was taunting her.
"Great," she groaned, swatting lazily. "A fly got in. Finally, some entertainment."
Amy narrowed her eyes, ready to strike. "Step aside. I got this." She grabbed a folded magazine with authority.
The fly zipped past her head.
Amy swung.
And missed everything except air.
A tiny voice squeaked, "Amy, stop! It's me, Colby!"
Everyone froze.
Aveline blinked. "I'm sorry... what?"
The fly hovered in front of her and spoke again. "It's me! Colby! I shape-shifted into a fly and now I can't change back!"
Vic squinted. "So you're still gross, but now you have wings."
Colby buzzed in an annoyed circle. "Pretty much."
Jake pointed at the oven mitt sitting upright on the counter. "Wait—you're a fly? Then why have I been talking to that oven mitt all morning?"
Amy patted his shoulder gently. "We just thought you were finally losing it. And I'm nice now, so I didn't want to say anything."
Aveline snorted into her sleeve, trying not to laugh. "Only you, Colby, would get stuck in a form that eats garbage."
