❝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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𝐀𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 on the balls of her feet. "I can't believe it! My favorite villain band, Cruddy Lip, is reuniting to play one final show tomorrow night in Centropolis, and I already got a ticket!"
Vic raised an eyebrow. "Wow. You, by yourself, in a sea of 3,000 angry fans? What could possibly go wrong?"
Amy's eyes sparkled with excitement. "It's going to be amazing! I've waited forever for this!"
Eva shook her head, folding her arms. "Amy, tomorrow's Halloween. We promised your mom we'd help with her Monster Mash party at the Round-Up."
"I was going to put fake eyeballs in the enchiladas," Amy added mischievously.
"Hey! No, you're not," Eva said firmly, pointing a finger at her. "I need this party to go off without a hitch. I've got a manager coming, and I need everyone to help."
Amy pouted, but then looked around at the group: Hartley, Jake, Colby, Vic, and Aveline, who had just walked in, dragging herself in from a long day. "Fine... maybe one eyeball," she conceded, giving Eva a guilty smile.
Aveline chuckled softly from the corner. "Sounds like someone's going to get a sugar overload with all the candy and chaos." She plopped onto the sofa, rubbing her temples. "I'm exhausted, and I didn't even have a concert to worry about."
Colby smirked, leaning against the doorway. "I know the feeling. But Amy, the point is, you've got responsibilities here. Mom's counting on you, and Eva's throwing this thing like it's a full-scale production. We all have to help."
Amy groaned. "Ugh, I know! But it's the last time I'll ever see Cruddy Lip live!"
Vic jumped in, hands on his hips. "Hold up. So she gets to go to a concert while I'm pretending to help? I mean, actually help, not just watch people drop candy all over the floor."
"I'm with Colby," Eva said sharply. "It's my one day off from the Round-Up, and I'm spending it at the Round-Up making sure nothing explodes before the party even starts. Who am I kidding? That's every day. But tomorrow, everyone's got to pitch in."
Amy's face fell slightly. "But... I really wanted to go..."
Colby walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Look, I know the concert means a lot to you, but tomorrow is about helping Eva pull this party off. If we all work together, it'll go smoothly, and then maybe we can figure out some way for you to sneak out later."
Aveline stretched her arms, letting out a tired yawn. "She's right. If we all do our part, the party won't be chaos, and then... maybe you'll have a chance to celebrate afterward."
Hartley stepped forward, a smug grin on his face. "Well, uh, I could help in Amy's place. After all, I do know a thing or two about party planning. I can supervise the decorations, coordinate the games..."
