18- The Real Mansion Madeleine

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Vanilla Sugar chuckles, "That son of yours sure is a handful, Custard!"

Custard is glaring at the TV, "You can have him."

Sable gasps, "Can I have him? Not only is he great for the media but-"

"I was joking."

She pouts, "Aww..."

Canele scoffs, "And where did you get your parenting expertise? You can't even raise a house plant on your own!"

"Listen, I know I overwatered that cactus and it died a tragic death– I still feel bad about it! But I can guarantee I'm a better parent than this guy," She jabs her finger in Custard's general direction.

Custard stands up, "Is that supposed to mean anything?"

"Nnnooooooo MEETING ADJOURNED! I have to go check in with my favorite villain- I MEAN MEDIA SENSATION! FAREWELL!" She leaves.

A second later, she comes back, "You all have to get out. This is my house."

Meanwhile, The Consul and Killer Kitty are trying to outrun a mob of rabid fans.

Maladin swoops down and lands between them and the fans, "Never fear for I am- OW!" He is trampled under the mob.

One fan stops, "OMG! Maladin?! ARE YOU OK?!" They help him to his feet.

He puts his hands on his hips, "I'm as fine as eve-ow! Do you have a bandaid?"

Night Shift, hovering behind Maladin, sighs and pulls a bandaid out of his pocket, "Where does it hurt?"

Maladin points to his face, "Can you kiss it better?"

Night Shift slaps the bandaid on Maladin's face, "Let's go save your somewhat adopted son and his boyfriend. We can kiss later."

Maladin pouts, but starts flying again, "Take two!"

The fan squeals as the two fly away.

The Consul and Killer Kitty are still running, but they're slowing down.

The Consul trips over a stray piece of litter, crashing into Killer Kitty and bringing them both to the ground.

The fans surround them, furiously taking pictures and videos.

Killer Kitty groans, "See? I TOLD you that the litter problem was truly evil!"

The Consul yawns, "Mmmhmm.. Holdon..." He tries to get up, but his arms give out under him. He's really tired from all that.. Exercise... earlier.

He snuggles closer, his face nestled in Killer Kitty's fluffy shawl, "Night night.."

"Consul, you picked the second worst place in the city to sleep."

The only response he gets is light snoring.

He sighs, "Well, we aren't getting out of this one anytime soon, and I am rather tired..."

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