Dateline: Saturday, April 25, 1981, 10:57 AM, Pacific Daylight Time.

Ever since her previous encounter with this abomination, Violet wished she would never have to see the Wicked Wichard of the West-by-Northwest again. And yet, here he (she?) was. Dash had never seen him/her, and Ashley couldn't if she tried. Violet envied them both because of that.

Now listen carefully, Ashley; Dash thought to her, the best time to defeat a super villain is when they are monologuing.

"Huh?" Ashley asked aloud.

Just watch me, I'll show you what I mean. Dash cleared his throat and said to the villainous fiend, "What exactly do you intend to do?"

Unfortunately, the Wichard was wise to the Force's plan, having been defeated by it before. "You know what, instead of explaining it to you and getting killed before I finish, I'm just going to do it…now." S/he waved his/her arms in such a way that would make a normal person appear to be mentally retarded. When s/he finished, Violet, Dash, and E all gasped.

"What have you done to my house?" E raved.

"Guys, what's going on?" asked the still sightless Ashley.

"I think he…or she…just cast a spell that turned your house into a maze of mirrors, E," Violet inferred.

"Great," said Dash, "so how are we supposed to get…OW…T of here? OW!" And he kept saying "OW" because he kept running into mirrors.

"I think I have an idea," Edna mused, "I think if we walk to familiar landmarks, we can…OW! Curse these mirrors! How's a person supposed to get out when every step she takes changes where out is?"

"So, Dash," Ashley muttered, "when does this guy start, uh, what did you call it, monologuing?"

"He never did, for some strange reason…" And as he said that he glared at his sister's reflection.

"Why are you looking at me?" she asked.

"Obviously you faced this guy before, and now he knows our strategy!"

"If that's all the strategy you guys have, you guys need to really reconsider hero work," commented Edna.

"You stay out of this, E!" screamed Dash. "As I was saying, why didn't you tell me you met this guy? When was this?"

"It was Thursday night, you were unconscious when it happened."

"And now, because of that, we are now trapped in this infernal maze of mirrors with absolutely no chance of egress!" Dash pounded one of the mirrors and hurt his hand.

"What do you mean 'no chance of egress?' (Whatever that means.)" Ashley asked. "All you have to do to get out is follow the wall!"

"But how are you able to tell between a wall and an open passageway?" asked someone. "They look exactly the same!"

Ashley groaned. "Do you really think that I have been navigating this labyrinth by sight?"

"Ashley, you're a genius!" said Violet. "If we can't see the mirrors, we can't get confused by them!" She closed her eyes and tried to get to the exit. She didn't take more than two steps before she tripped over Edna's couch. "Oof!"

"Amateur!" Ashley said. "Here, let me help you." She tracked Vi's position via her telepathy, then lifted her telekinetically and carried her to the exit. When they were outside, Violet noticed something was wrong.

"We can't leave E and Dash in there!"

"(Sigh.) Here we go again." And with that, Ashley reentered the maze. By the time she reemerged, with Edna and Dash in tow, Violet had fallen asleep.

"Well," said Dash, "thank goodness that's over with."

"Not quite, young Rocket," said Edna as she reopened the door to her house. "You're not really thinking of leaving my house in this deplorable condition, are you?"

"I don't know, I kind of like the fact that it is no longer simple to get around in," said the Wichard, who had returned just as unexpectedly as s/he first arrived.

"Huh, what?" Violet had finally awoke from her slumber. "Oh, no, not again!"

Dash wasn't going to take any chances this time. He leapt onto that spell-casting sum/bitch and began to pound the living tar out of him/her. Not to be outdone, the Wichard zapped a small amount of electricity into Dash's system, blowing the young speed demon sky high. Then s/he got up and aimed for Violet. Luckily, she was able to protect herself with a force field, though, not for long. The field couldn't stand up to the enormous electricity, causing Violet to pass out from exhaustion. With Violet down for the count and Dash halfway to Mars, it was up to Ashley Cohen to save the day. And she knew exactly what to do.

"Hold it!" she screamed. "You don't want to do that!"

"Why not?" asked the Wichard.

"Your name is Loren Kriznek, and you're a male stripper. If you let me and my friends go, I promise I won't tell your mother what you do for a living!"

"How do you know my mother isn't already dead?" asked Loren.

"Oh, please! You still live with your mother! Wow, you live with her and she doesn't know what you do for a living? Harriet must be really dense. That is your mother's name, is it not?"

Loren began to tremble. "How do you know all of this?"

Ashley snorted. "I read your mind, moron! Now I suggest you get out of here before I find out the things that really embarrass you!" She didn't have to tell him twice!

Why didn't we think of this before? Ashley thought to herself.

"Oh…" Violet was returning to consciousness. "Hey, what happened? Did we win? Where's Dash?" At that moment, Dash came crashing back to Earth. He landed with not so much a thud, but more like a crunch.

"Ooh, I don't like the sound of that," Ashley cringed. "How does he look?"

"Not too good, I'm afraid," Violet said somberly.

"Oh, no, what are we going to do?"

"There's only one thing we can do. This is a job for…SUPERDOC!"

(A/N: There is something very interesting about this chapter. Excluding this little note you're reading, this chapter contains exactly one thousand words. Count them if you don't believe me, I dare you! BTW: The reason I revealed the Wichard's gender here was because I got tired of writing 'him/her' every freaking time! And I'm sure you got tired of reading it too. Anyway, it's going to be a while before I post chapter 19; I haven't even started writing it yet. I'm running on fumes now, so if anybody out there has some fantastic ideas, I want to hear them, please!)