The plan was as followed:

They would scale the gate, sneak through the backyard past fountains and statues, break through the drainage grate into the basement and hopefully dig up as much skeletons as possible in the process.

Then they'd save Raven, the poor princess he was, from the wicked witch, Devillia. Mina even made a point of drawing Raven in a frilly dress and a pink pointy hat to hammer home the point.

Trudy and Winona both sported a look of unease over their friend's cuckoo bananas plan. But they raised no objections. After all, she had helped them out when they were in need of the law, so now the least they could do is help her break it when justice failed.

"Umm…" Trudy peeped up. "Just what will happen if we fail. What if we get caught?"

Mina shook her head. "Trudes. The answer is simple. We won't. Absolposilutely not! I'm gonna make sure of it for our sakes."

Fear lurked behind the eyes of her friends, even the normally fearless goth. Mina said at last. "And…if it comes to that….If we are prosecuted. I will be our defense attorney. After all, kidnapping someone is a bigger crime than rekidnapping him in order to free him! We just have to find something that will expose Devillia for the devil that she is."

She encircled her large eyes with her fingers. "So keep your peepers peeled!"

Winona rolled her eyes. "Only downside to being a goth is we lack your perk. But…I do feel you will prove to us that justice isn't dead. It just smells funny!"

Mina nodded. Trudy did too. Together, the three held their fists together. "Here's to justice smelling funny!" they cried.

***

As they stood outside in the chilly November air, Mina called a cab. She was hoping desperately it would be a certain someone. One of the cab drivers was a guy she could count on. Even more than Raven. Even when she was up to her neck in a perilous court case, Denny Vito always had a touch of smelly Bronx wisdom to guide her like a sage who lived purely on saturated meats and cheeses.

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And she knew he wouldn't fail her this time.

When the cab pulled up, she nearly squealed with joy. With a meatstick in his mouth, she beheld her knight in a greasy tank top. D. Vito rolled down the window, and talked with the gas station morsel dangling from the side of his mouth.

"Ey, you lot need a lift or…uh"--Vito's eyes widened and the stick nearly dropped from his mouth. "Hey pally! It's you!"

Mina grinned and tilted her head happily. "Hey pally! So glad to see you!"

"What are you goils doing out so late?"

Mina giggled. "Isn't it obvious?"

Vito scratched his head. "No?"

"We're having a girl's night out!"

Vito lifted his arms and put them behind his head. There was an incredulous look across his eyes.

Mina pulled her chums close to her face. She tried to maintain her chipper, bubbly demeanor in the face of the dark truth. "We're just girly girls having a girl's night out!"

"Except for me," the gangly Winona said. "I'm a gothy girl."

Another awkward silence followed. Fortunately, D. Vito flashed his trademark greasy grin. "So where are the goily goils and the gothy goil going tonight for their night out?"

Mina casually turned to her friends. This was the moment of truth.

She had to make this destination sound casual. "Um, 665 Felucifer's Street….in the Cleary Hills!"

Vito paused again. Cogs were turning in his old brain. "Sounds ritzy! Ya goilies know a famous dame or something…"

"Uh huh!" Mina said.

His yellow cab opened its sliding doors allowing them in. It seemed she could breath easy, but once they were inside his cheesy wrapper covered interior, she nearly hyperventilated. D. Vito was plugging the coordinates into his GPS. Naturally, he'd need it to reach the destination, but as soon as the location showed up, he gave a congested gasp.

"Hey pally! What are you trying to pull on me? Dis is da mayor's home!"

All eyes were on Mina. Not just D. Vito's old veiny ones but her friend's too. After all, she had gotten them into this fine mess. She tried to giggle, but it sounded more like she was gulping. "Uhm…hehe…D. can you keep a secret for your most favorite customer?

Vito nibbled on half of his meat stick. She tried to give him the sweet puppy dog eyes she'd normally reserve for Blind (even if he could never see them to start with.)

At last, D. Vito removed the meat stick like a cigar. "For you toots. I think I can…"