Molly leaned against the wall outside the brightly decorated party hall, her fedora tipped low over her eyes. Beside her, Bill looked as nervous as a long-tailed kitty in a room full of rocking chairs. "Relax, Bill," Molly said, adjusting her black gloves. "We've been over this a dozen times. It'll be a breeze." Bill gulped and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "But, Molly, the kid was frozen in carbonite. What if someone else puts two and two together?" She waved his concerns off with a dismissive flap of her hand. "Nah, that's a one-in-a-million coincidence. Besides, who's gonna be looking for a con in a kiddie party?" As they slipped through the service entrance, Molly made mental notes of the layout - the cramped kitchen, the bathrooms on the right, the storage closet by the French doors leading into the party room. "Target acquired," Bill murmured, peering through a tiny crack in the doors. "Lots of presents under the tree, as you said. No sign of our friends yet." "Perfect. On three?" Molly rubbed her hands together, feeling the familiar tingle of excitement in her gut. Bill nodded, holding out his fist for a bump. "On three." "One," Molly said. "Two," Bill added. "Thr—​" The door slammed open with a crash. Startled, Molly turned around to see their enemies - a motley crew of amateur vigilantes - pointing their weapons at their heads. Wild Bill, Evergreen Elf, and liability lawyer for supervillains, letzten Hamlet, stood there glaring, their superhero expressions gleaming with smug satisfaction. "Well, well," Hamlet purred. "The Holdup Club strikes again." "And gets struck down again," Elf quipped, crossing her arms. "You two are pathetic." Molly and Bill looked at each other, realizing they were about to be done a big favor by their enemies. All they had to do now was stall until they could get everyone back to their escape wing - and at this point, the wings were the ones strapped to their enemies, not to them. Raindrops began to pour down inside the room, and Molly raised an eyebrow. "What is this, a very wet party? It's not like we put an ad out for a wet t-shirt contest here." "This is our 12th consecutive deactivation," Evergreen Elf sneered. "You'll never pull off another heist again." "But we already did," Molly said, pleased with herself at the quick retort. "Oh, right," Bill added. "The twist ending." "...Okay, what twist ending?" Elf asked. "Well, you don't know," Molly explained. "That's how all fantastic twist endings end. They end." "They always end well," Bill added. "Excellent," Molly said. "So if you put a gun to my enemy's head and say, 'I don't get it, what's the twist?', you're supposed to say, 'That's the twist.'" "That's tailor-made for you." The superhero shook her head. "Oh no. You don't get to pull a twist on a twist." "Too late," Molly said. "Now if you don't understand what's happening now, it's on you." "You don't understand what's happening now." "Too late. Now do you? Do you? Oh reply is coming." "...I don't understand what's happening now. Help me understand." "No," Bill said. "It's on you now." "Oh yeah? Oh yes." Elf looked at them suspiciously. "I don't understand what's happening now." "So now you're not a twist." "Oh. I'm not a twist. I guess you can't really put a twist on a twist." "But so it's not on me. It's on you." "Okay? So now I don't get it either." "It's on you now." "That's not it, is it?" "No, no. It's on you now." Elf's forehead wrinkled. "Are you thinking about it?" Bill smirked. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm thinking about how far the twist goes." "Because it cannot go any deeper. Until it goes deeper." "Why not, oh, God no. No. No, you cannot." "I'm thinking about it." "And now I'm thinking about it, too." "You're thinking about it now?" "Yeah, I am." "No, I don't know what twist you're talking about now." "You didn't have that whole [inaudible]." Molly paused. This was clearly the place to put a hard twist. 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