“Meaning he’s already made his plans and they don’t include us,” said Xena.

“How could they?” said Sin. “He goes to other planets. He has titanic struggles with dark gods from other worlds.”

“He can shit into a gate and not have to wipe his ass,” said Wheeler.

To the universal groans and protests, Wheeler held up sheltering hands. “Come on, you know you’ve all thought of it.”

“Toilet paper works fine,” said Danny. “The most fastidious gods all use it. What are you guys doing this summer?”

“We were kind of hoping you’d tell us,” said Sin. “It’s not like we have any money, except Laurette and, sort of, Hal. We can’t go anywhere.”

“Unless,” said Wheeler.

“No!” the others shouted him down.

“We agreed not!” Laurette said.

“Failure to argue is not agreement,” said Wheeler.

“It’s all right,” said Danny. “Transportation’s not a problem. Where do you want to go?”

“Disney World,” said Xena.

“The Harry Potter place at Universal Studios,” said Sin.

“Wizarding World of Harry Potter,” said Xena.

“What about the rides? They cost money,” said Wheeler.

“We can’t lay hands on enough money to pay for the rides?” asked Danny.

“Well, there’s lots of it lying around inside banks,” said Wheeler, “which some people could get to easily.”

“Haven’t we learned anything?” asked Pat.

“We’ve never even tried robbing banks,” said Wheeler.

“I meant about Danny,” said Pat. “About what kind of person Danny is. You keep projecting onto him your own childish fantasies about what you’d do if you had a cloak of invisibility or something.”

“Cloak of invisibility is nothing,” said Wheeler. “You still have to travel all that distance, and on foot, too.”

“Wildest childish, wildest childish…,” began Xena again.

“Shut up, Xena,” Laurette said sweetly. “I’m saving you from yourself.”

“I’m willing to get us to any place in the world,” said Danny. “But we can’t go on rides without tickets. And they probably have some kind of serious ID system and my abilities don’t extend to holographic forgery.”

“So, really,” said Hal, “you’re pretty much useless after all.”

“It’ll be winter in the Andes, so I don’t suggest Machu Picchu,” said Danny. “The Alps?”

“I’ve seen pictures,” said Hal. “If we went in person, I’d just think, Oh, it looks very much like the pictures.”

“You taught Pat,” said Wheeler. “Why can’t you teach us?”

“Because you would go inside the bank vaults,” said Hal.

“You don’t trust us,” said Wheeler.

In a word, No, thought Danny. And apparently it showed on his face. Wheeler looked away in disgust.

“I can see you not trusting Wheeler,” said Laurette, “because he’s, like, the human ambassador to the roaches.”

“He’s a roach prince who just needs our social security numbers to help him receive his inheritance,” said Sin.

“Slug prince,” said Xena. “Nematode prince.”