"Good golly," Mina cried as she marveled at the life-size dollhouse. I played with the Mega-Malibu Harley Dreamhouse as a kid and now I'm in one..."

Mina's eyes sparkled with the stars that lined that lined the sidewalks. "Gollywood has truly made me believe in magic!"

"Or capitalism!" Raven said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Anyway, we have to catch this cad and bring him to justice. I too believe he's part of a massive setup to ruin Monty Banks once and for all."

"You're right," Mina said. "Monty's butler has somehow managed to be more ultra mega sus than him! And he didn't even need to steal candy from an infant to do so!"

As they dashed past a pool on the patio with a pair of pink umbrellas and tables, Mina's head raced with thoughts. It seemed the one thing she hadn't asked her mentor was the most obvious thing.

"Raven?" she asked as they walked along the outside steps to the second story bedroom. "Do you know anything about the Aura?"

"The Aura?" Raven shot back immediately. "What about them?"

Mena carefully walked from step to step on the rail-less staircase. "Just do you know anything about them?"

"Hah," Raven chuckled as they entered Malibu Harley's pink frilly bedroom. "Of course I know stuff about 'em. Anyone who's worked in the law biz for more than a nanosecond knows about them. I'll tell you this. They make the Illuminati look like the Illuminothing."

Mina gulped loudly. "That's what I was fearing. But why do you know that? Are you a member?"

"Kid?" Raven said, and quickly spun her around. "A member of an elite cult of billionaires? I barely have enough to pay rent on our lawyering firm each month."

"That's right..." Mina said softly. "Bunting Dupree did say he lost his rank when he lost his restaurant chain."

She breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thanks for putting my mind at ease. We just need to bring the true culprits in this case to justice."

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Raven brushed back his bushy black hairdo. He put one hand on her shoulder and a thumbs up. "Don't worry. I got your back, kiddo. Well actually, I wish I did. Even at thirty, you start to feel it in your lower lumbar...Anywho..."

Mina and him looked at each other and then at the staircase to the roof "He's up there..." they both said in unison.

Carefully, the two charged up the stairs until they reached an overview of the entire world of Plastic Malibu. They could even see over the backdrop of faux palm trees, pink and yellow skies and painted-on seasides.

At the edge of the rooftop, the suspicious butler stood. Giles smirked causing his droopy elderly jowls to rise. "It is a pleasure to meet you again, Masters Mina and Raven," the gentleman said politely. "This time under my more official pseudonym, Giles D. Butler."

"Enough with the formalities," Mina exclaimed. "Anyone who kills people for a living doesn't deserve them from me..." She paused momentarily "You did kill Greta right?"

Giles shook his head and displayed a row of wooden teeth. "Pish posh, Mistress Mina. I know better than to talk without my lawyer present. And no, that isn't you I'm afraid."

Mina grimaced. His proper manner was somehow more annoying than if he was a flat-out rude.

Giles presented his hand forward and blowed gallantly. "Besides, madame and mister, I am but the humble servant of a much more imposing master. I am simply doing their work for them. I have collected the evidence they needed from the crime scene and now I must go...tata."

"What master? What evidence?!" Mina demanded.

But Giles merely turned away from them. His voice lost all traces of politeness, lowering into a sinister snarl. "If I told you lot, it wouldn't be a game of intrigue and mystery, now would it? I'd rather keep you up all night, wondering who could have possibly dunnit to your poor Greta Goode."

Giles hopped onto the edge of the roof. Mina gasped. Was he going to jump?

"So long, farewell, au revoir ladies!" Giles exclaimed and much to their surprise, what they thought was an odd hump on his back, extended into a pair of gilder wings. Shredding his overcoat, the wings revealed a gleaming silver jetpack which quickly ignited.

He slowly rose into the air and as he did, Mina screamed, "For Greta and my student loans!"

Fueled by adrenaline, she sprang onto his legs like she was an excited chihuahua and began to claw at him with her long polished fingernails.

"Oh good heavens!" Giles exclaimed as her ruby red fingernails scratched his skin. "I am truly suffering for fashion!"

He quickly kicked her in the head with his other foot. She squeaked loudly as his foot collided with her head, but she recoiled and sank his teeth into his other foot.

The felon butler howled in pain and things began to fall out of his jacket back down to the roof. Mina got whacked in the head with a copy of Dirty Maids & Naughty Butlers Weekly and it caused her to drop off his leg and fall backwards.

"Noooo!" she screamed, awaiting her death on the ground.

Giles chortled in amusement as he flew to his freedom and as his adversary dropped to her demise.

"Next time, be sure to Butler out of the situation, little girl!"