A Clusterfuck of Things Going Wrong 2

Chapter 11

"There it is! Caesar's Palace!" exclaimed Ivy, pointing down at the ground below.

Violet lowered the home as the other three cheered.

"Wait," said Justin. "How are you guys gonna get in?"

One very productive ten minutes later, Quigley, Violet, and Ivy had draped an oversized trench coat around themselves. Ivy was sitting on Violet's shoulders, and Quigley was sitting on hers.

"Two tickets, please," Quigley said in a deep voice.

The worker looked at him, then at the cash in his hand, and just shook her head. "Whatever, here you go sir."

They entered. "It's stuffy in here," Ivy grunted as Violet tried to navigate the trio through the casino. "I'm scared of heights, man!" Quigley squeaked, trying not to look down.

"Can you guys hold it together for a few more minutes, cuz I kiiinnda wanna make a few bets," said Justin. "Daddy needs a new pair of shoes."

"Aren't you the prime minister?" asked Quigley in disbelief.

"Don't worry about it," said Justin.

Just then, they heard a voice call out, "Justin Trudeau?!" They turned and saw Hillary Clinton approaching them.

"Oh shit, come on, this can't be happening," whispered Quigley, "Justinnnn, tell your friend to back offfff...."

Hillary gave Justin a hug. "I haven't seen you in months, how are you?" she asked. "And who's your tall friend?" Quigley looked at her with nothing but despair.

"Oh, that's um... my cousin. Viglivy Quagilaire. Welsh," Justin said nervously. "How's the... campaign?" He instantly regretted asking that.

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"It's just, I try to reach these people any way I can..," Hillary sobbed over the bar as Quigley handed her another drink. "But they just won't elect me..."

"Hillary, this has been swell," Justin said, smiling uncomfortably, "but I REALLY have to go."

They finally got away from Hillary and continued looking for the hideout. "Well that was offputting," said Ivy.

"Wait, look!" Justin pointed to a door with a paper taped over it that said "EMPLOYEES ONLY: DEFINITELY NO TREACHERY GOING ON HERE".

They entered, closed the door behind them, and immediately took off the trench coat. "God, I thought my back was gonna snap," Violet said, stretching with Quigley and Ivy.

They walked down the narrow staircase that led to another door, this one unmarked. "Are you guys ready?" asked Violet. Everyone nodded.

"Okay." She pushed the door open, and they were suddenly met with the fanciest looking hideout anyone had ever seen. Art pieces adorned the white walls, all of the countertops were marble, and from the ceiling hung a giant chandelier.

"Oh, and I absolutely hate Monet paintings," Klaus was saying to Fernald. "So be sure to get way less of those."

"Klaus?" gasped Violet. He turned around and, seeing the shocked look on the group's faces, just shook his head and laughed.

"They're... so fucking stupid."