Today, Dr. Daphne Spelling, a veterinarian witch, and I came across the DDS. Daphne, through some clerical error, was invited to Doc Con. It was not a con as in convention; instead, it was a con as in confidence scheme. The convention center was filled with the DDS, or Doctors of Devious Schemes. These doctors got together to discuss—
“Ahem,” said one of the doctors. “Technically, I’m a DMD, Doctor of Malicious Deeds.”
Whatever.
These doctors were sharing tales of all their dirty deeds. However once Daphne and I entered, the party ended. Daphne arrived in her superhero uniform, as did I.
“I told you we shouldn’t have come in costume,” Daphne said through the side of her mouth.
“The invitation said ‘super attire,’” I whispered back.
“Kill them,” said the host.
The host of diabolical doctors came at us with acid mouthwash spray, cavity drills, and laughing gas. Fortunately, we had magic and super-psychic powers on our side.
Once the fight was over and the police were cleaning up, the host turned to his assistant, “I told you to send the invite to Deadlock Sister. You are so fired.”
Joe Rover 