The two of her that were sneaking across the lawn stuck out her tongues and bit on the ends as she skittered across the yard and to the back of the house. She hoped that no one saw her, because if they did, Best Sister Emily might not be very impressed.

Then again, she had picked out a real clever costume.

See, she looked like a burglar, so if anyone saw her in her striped shirt and with her mask and poofy tail, they’d just think she was a trio of thieves, not a singular Villain. It was foolproof!

“Okay,” Trinity said, the one next to Emily. “I’m at the house.”

“All right,” Emily said. “Now we need to find a way in. Can you check the door for alarms?”

All of Trinity nodded. “Can do!” she said.

One of her peeled away from the house’s wall and zipped over to the balcony at the back. There was a fence around it, and a gate at the top of the stairs leading onto the balcony itself. The underneath was covered by a trellis fence and was filled with dirt and old rotten leaves that looked like they’d be hard to rake out.

Trinity hopped up, grabbed the lower edge of the fence, then squeezed up onto the balcony right next to a barbecue grill. Then her butt stayed stuck.

“Uh-oh,” Trinity said.

“What is it?” Emily asked.

“Butt’s too big,” Trinity said.

Her other body near the house looked around, and with a happy “Aha!” she found the perfect tool for the job: a big old spade left halfway under the balcony. She snuck over to it, grabbed the spade shovel, and with a big overhead swing, bonked her body in the behind until she popped onto the deck.

“I’m near the door,” she told Emily.

Trinity squeezed her face in up against the patio door and squinted as best she could to make out things within the house.

“Um, Emily? What’s an alarm look like?”

Best Sister Emily blinked. “I . . . genuinely have no idea. I suppose . . . look for a box near the door, with wires on it, like a sensor?”

Trinity started looking for just that.

Meanwhile, her other body next to the balcony surfed through her quests. It was fair that her other sisters had a few more skills—they were older, of course—but that didn’t mean Trinity wanted to stay behind forever. She needed to work hard to catch up!

New Quest!

Trash it!

Wreck things as only you can.

Reward: +1 Skill Upgrade point per home trashed. Mischief Maker +1 per success!

Accept? Refuse?

Well . . . that did sound fun, even if it wasn’t very Villainous. Trinity accepted it, but then started looking for a quest that fit Best Sister’s Villainous tendencies a bit better. It wouldn’t do for one of her sisters to merely be a Mischief Maker!

New Quest!

Torch it!

Burn it all down.