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is a life and death situation!”
    “Yeah, we noticed,” I said, shaking my head. “You're an infamous villain, Ice Cream Man. Dead or not, I expect you to bring your A-game and this just isn’t it.” I wrinkled my nose. “By the way, you need some air freshener. The zombie thing is not agreeing with you.”
    “ You realize this is more likely to have him kill you, right ?” Cloak said.
    “ Trust me on this ,” I said, mentally.
    The Ice Cream Man turned to Mandy and pointed a long bony finger at her face. “You don’t think I’m serious? I’ll start with your wife!”
    “No!” Angel Eyes shouted. “Not her!”
    Everyone else looked at him, myself included.
    Angel Eyes looked abashed.
    Mandy then turned back to the Ice Cream Man. “When I get out of this, I'm going to take that maggot-filled skull of yours and punt it into next week.” Mandy said, her voice lowering. I pitied the Ice Cream Man. Mandy was probably the worst person in the group to try and scare.
    The Ice Cream Man took a step back.
    “She'll do it too.” I warned. “You should have seen her in her Goth rock phase.”
    “Mandy was to die for!” Cindy nodded despite being upside down. “Admittedly, the Black Furies ’ last single could have used some work. I’m Dating a Dork just didn’t have the same beat as Die, Girlfriend, Die .”
    “ So what’s your plan?” Cloak asked.
    “Still working on it,” I admitted.
    “Well, it seems like it’s time to demonstrate why it's not a good idea to fuck with the Ice Cream Man!” The supervillain growled, grabbing his remote from his belt and looking between the four of us. “I think I'll start with you, Ms.”
    He was looking at Mandy.
    I had no ideas.
    That was when Mandy swung herself upside down into the mechanism right above our heads, smashing it out of place and sending five of us spiraling down behind the cauldron. Mandy fired a strange red laser from her wedding ring, which obviously wasn't the one I'd bought her, got up, and then pulled off one of her high heels before hurling it at the M-Wave Generator. It promptly exploded, leaving me to believe she'd packed her heels with explosives. The Ice Cream Man wailed in frustration, pulling out a candy-cane striped pistol with a Tesla battery on its side. Mandy threw her other high heel, which exploded like a flash bang, allowing her to run up to him and kick him in the chest. The Ice Cream Man went flying off the stage.
    “Gary, when did Mandy become James Bond?” Cindy asked.
    I shrugged, feeling my powers return, then turned insubstantial and escaped from my bonds. “Well, she did have access to all of the Nightwalker's equipment after his death. I'm just surprised he had an evening dress and explosive high-heels.”
    “Those appear to be things she's made on her own,” Cloak said. “Albeit, they're minor works of magic and gadgetry. Still impressive, though.”
    “Nice work, Gary.” Mandy smiled. “You going to help or you want me to handle him?”
    “Oh, I think you’ve earned the right to kick some zombie ass. Besides, I’d love to see you deliver a beat down in that dress.”
    The Ice Cream Man was already climbing back on the stage, somehow having armed himself with a peppermint handled machete. There was no way in hell for him to be able to beat us all without his gas grenades again, especially now that Angel Eyes and Diabloman had their powers back, but he was refusing to back down. I’d have admired his courage if not for the fact it was so stupid.
    “Sounds good, Gary.” My wife responded to the Ice Cream Man’s return by leaping in the air and giving him a spin-kick to his decaying head. The Ice Cream Man went down like a sack of potatoes, or perhaps empty ice cream tubs. Angel Eyes and Diabloman watched in appreciation, enjoying the show. Mandy proceeded to grab one of the wooden chairs behind the curtain and smashed it, gaining herself a sharpened stake.
    I smirked. “I think that's for vampires,