Author's Notes: Well, this is officially the first chapter of yet another epic tale of the latest of Team Legacy's adventures. The superhero team has to go to one of their secret epic missions, their first one in a really long time, if ever. This is also one of my few stories that features Cliff and Buddy and I really wish I had displayed them more, since they are such interesting characters. In the meantime, Rhonda receives a letter from Lena and it turns out to be written by none other than Mr. Piano, her former employer. This letter reveals his passionate feelings for her and it dawns on her that he might be seriously sexually attracted to her, which is a great indication of his pedophiliac tendencies. Now I don't know how Rhonda was eventually let go of Mr. Piano's service, but I think her parents probably found out about his severe abuse of their daughter and they intervened and helped her escape from him at some point. I have also written a story about Mr. Piano and of how he has her transported into another dimension as a method of retaliation and she had to figure out a way to get back into her world; however, I don't really know where it is and chances are I probably lost it or I must have left it at someone's house a long time ago. But I know I've written a story like that. I have also thought of the possibility of Mr. Piano reentering Rhonda's life and he tries to get his revenge on her by sexually assaulting her and trying to destroy her entire family and ohana, but I don't know when that will come into fruition.
The team soon realizes that they must head out to Washington D.C. to stop Mr. Piano from getting his dirty, perverted hands on their leader and make plans to go there in the morning. However, a famous judge gets wind of the news and arrives on the doorsteps of the Legacy mansion in order to intervene. Now from reading this chapter, (and paying attention to some of Rhonda's comments regarding Mr. Piano's feelings for her), and by thinking back to "Summer Brawl At Year's End", I feel it is really ironic to see how Rhonda eventually ends up sleeping around with several males, including Gideon and Earl, and produces a total of 12 children, especially since this story takes place several months before "Summer Brawl At Year's End". This is also a very interesting story because you get to see how innocent and naive Rhonda was back then; now I think she is a bit more cynical, mature, worldly, and very independent-minded and extremely strong-willed, especially since she has gone through a lot of hardships in the past. I think the reason why you never see Abigail or Sybille in any of my stories is that not only did they not originally exist before, but they were never really interested in participating in any of Rhonda's adventures to begin with, and preferred to stay at home. And Beatrice and Harold are way too old to be out there fighting villainy anyway, no offense, and they have to work to support the family.
And when Suzanne is discussing about the time that Laverne, Hugo, Jessica and Jane went to Danger City to rescue her husband, that is a reference to one of my earlier stories, which I might probably post up this summer.
So I hope you enjoy this story and hopefully I'll post a couple of new chapters by the end of next week, since I'm finishing up my junior year in a couple of days.
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Chapter 1 – A Secret Mission
Zira then suddenly woke up with a start. The dark and silent room slowly drew her back into reality. The Outlander lioness shook with fear. For two straight weeks she had this same dream over and over again, and at the most suspenseful moments, she would just wake up. But it wasn't just her fateful battle with Zalira that haunted her; there were dreams that also dealt with more memories of Zalira.
Zalira was the most notorious figure in the entire African land, even amongst both Outlanders and Pridelanders. She has sent shivers upon the spines of lions and was even feared and reviled by most people. Zira knew better than to run into her. In fact, she was Zalira's target for bullying for years. Ever since they were cubs, Zalira would tease Zira about her looks and thought that she was the most strangest-looking lion in the savanna. Zalira often defied the authority of elders and councilmen and was more often than not a suspect in millions of disappearances and/or murders of cubs, even though she had been tried and convicted of at least 10.
Zira was ridiculed, criticized, mocked, derided, and taunted by the audacious young lioness cub and also became the pawn of Zalira's dangerous schemes. 90% of those schemes included the murders and disappearances of lion cubs. Zira would go over to a lion or lioness cub on orders from Zalira and ask them if he/she can play with her. After a day of playing, Zira would walk the cub back to his/her house and would also journey back home. But the next morning the cub would be reported missing.
When the elders would confront her about when she had last seen that cub, Zira would tell them as much information as possible. Most of the time she had no idea that the cub that she had played with would vanish without a trace the following day. But after a while, even Zira herself knew that Zalira might have something to do with the disappearances. After all, she HAD told her to play with the soon-to-be missing cub the previous day.
When the cubs were eventually found, they were under pretty sickening, revolting, gut wrenching, and grisly circumstances. The cubs were either transformed into skeletons from being eaten up by various predators such as hyenas and vultures, slaughtered or poisoned by bigger, dangerous cats and snakes deep in the jungle, dead from lack of water in the desert combined by heat exhaustion, or even decapitated, mutilated and amputated by crocodiles in the swampy, murky waters.
Some of the victims were li-tigons, ligers, tigons, lynxes, hornbills, hyenas, cheetahs, leopards, panthers, giraffes, meerkats, warthogs, antelopes, gazelles, and zebras. Zira was also victimized and abused mentally, emotionally, and psychically by Zalira. She was chased and pursued by crocodiles, barely escaped wild beast stampedes, almost eaten by predatory birds, practically drowned in deep water, and was also driven out of her own pride.
There were even days when Zira came home to her mother with nosebleeds, mud dripping on her fur, deep scratches and scars on her body and even a broken leg. Zalira also would beat her to a pulp and Zira would half drag half crawl homeward. One time, Zalira stuck her in the eye with her claw and she lost so much blood she nearly went blind. Zalira even angered the bees that were busy making honey and ran off without a hitch, leaving Zira to be stung and assaulted brutally. Zalira also called her various names and belittled her numerous times. She insulted her hunting and fighting skills, called her ugly and scrawny, and even nicknamed her "Ratface". Zalira even mocked her womanhood and even claimed that she wasn't a woman at all – she was a little rat disguised as a lion.
Zira's eyes heated red at all of those memories. Steam erupted from her ears and then she started to seethe in anger. Zira then tore from her room and then dashed across the hallway to Rhonda's room. Once there, she ripped open her door and then took out a BB gun. Zira immediately started firing. Rhonda started from her bed and then screamed.
"OH MY GOD! ZIRA'S GONE CRAZY! SUZANNE, THOMAS, SCAR, ZAZU, SIMBA, NALA, MONA, MATTHEW, FRANCES, LENA, HENRY, POODLES, JOAN, PUMBAA, TIMON, BOB, EVERYBODY HELP!" she yelled. "I AM NOT A FUCKING RATFACE!" screeched Zira as she kept on firing. Suddenly Lena Rosenberg came behind her and then wrapped her right arm around her neck. She then gave it a little squeeze. Zira croaked and then immediately dropped the gun. Lena Rosenberg then did a leg sweep and soon the both of them were on the floor, with Lena on her back.
Zira was choking and gagging and grabbed onto her left arm. "Who's the bitch here? Huh? Who's The Queen of Hell here? You do not fire in open air at a freaking 15-year-old, especially when that 15-year-old is your LEADER!" growled Lena Rosenberg, scolding. "What's going on here?" demanded a deep, husky voice, and then Suzanne Carmichael arrived on the scene. Lena Rosenberg still maintained her half nelson while lying on her back and having eye contact with the veteran actress.
"Sorry to bust your rough housing party, but we have to go on a secret mission in the morning," she announced. "A secret mission! That's the first secret mission we probably ever had in a while!" exclaimed Rhonda. "Or our first," retorted Zira while squeaking. "First of all, where are we going?" inquired Lena Rosenberg. "We have to go to four cities: Washington, D.C., Danger City, New York, and a city named New London," answered Suzanne Carmichael. "Just tell the neighbors we went off on an extended fishing trip," suggested Rhonda. "How about this? We went off to visit your grandparents," rasped Zira.
Lena Rosenberg then finally released Zira from her grasp and then Zira took a deep breath. "Kill me and then say we went off on an extended funeral," she snarled at her. "I heard from Laverne that last time her husband was kidnapped and she went off to Danger City to rescue him along with Jessica Fletcher, Hugo, and Jane Walters. Then you guys were involved in a war between two cities that was very disturbing, and some of the Team Legacy members even became slaves."
"And then there were the three embarrassing commercials that infuriated Jane Walters so much that she tossed the damn television out of the window. And she also mentioned that one of her daughters, who is to be 4-years-old this year, was born in a tub in an airplane in a tense situation because Frollo might have easily busted them. God, what a mission you guys had. I think this time it might be just as thrilling," replied Suzanne Carmichael with a smirk.
"Or maybe just as dangerous," piped up Cliff, who just walked in. Buddy accompanied him, faithful as ever. "One of the pirates was holding him off," stated Laverne as she strolled in. "Oh, and by the way, here's a letter for you, Rhonda," quipped Lena Rosenberg and then she tossed the letter to Rhonda. Rhonda grasped the letter and then slit the envelope open with her finger. She then lifted up the letter and began to read. It said the following:
"Mr. Gilbert German-Zion aka Mr. Piano
26670 NW 56th Ridge Point Avenue
Washington, District of Columbia, Virginia
Dear Miss Rhonda Sarah Petrie, it has come to my attention that your reputation has gotten wind of some of the damn best politicians in the capital city of America and even me. As you may or may not remember, I am your former employer Mr. Piano. Yes I was very demanding and very harsh and mean and cruel to you but I must also confess something to you.
Ever since the day I met you I have been in love with you. You are by the far most intelligent, brightest, cleverest, resourceful, kindest, compassionate, merciful, benevolent, and the most beautiful underage teenage British-American leader in the entire country. No other hero or heroine has done what you did; you even had the guts to take in the notorious Queen of Hell Lena Rosenberg. Your exploits are legendary; you have one of THE best teams in the city of London and in the entire country of Great Britain. You are well focused and have a firm grip on your moral compass as far as I know as a leader.
As the years go by and as I sit in the balcony of my million dollars mansion in the far suburbs, I can't help but think I'm missing something really special. There is something conspicuously missing in my life, and it's you. I cannot take this anymore, Miss Petrie. I want you to marry me so we can live a comfortable life in my mansion and watch the ducks go by in the lake. I want to be buried beside you in the most desolate of cemeteries, I want to dance with you in the rainbow-soaked grass plains of Ireland, I want to cruise with you in the Caribbean Sea and even fight millions of men for you. Please come visit me in my lovely abode in Washington, D.C. I'll be waiting for you.
Sincerely, Mr. Piano.
P.S. I know about your secret mission."
"Oh heck no. Mr. Piano has really gone overboard the serial pedophile cruise ship," commented Rhonda, who was very disturbed and distraught. Lena Rosenberg was laughing at her comment, but that was not the only reason why she was laughing. "Uh oh, looks like somebody finally has the hots for you. I figured you were one sexy gal all along, even though I normally wouldn't admit it," she teased.
"Lena, if I were you, I wouldn't be laughing. I think this is someone who wants to take advantage of a very young virgin," scolded Suzanne Carmichael tartly. "Yeah, I would probably screw the very first fingergirl that walked by if I were him, just like that bastard Roscoe," scoffed Cliff disdainfully. "The very first fingerbird your brother screwed was your sister," snapped Zira while hissing out the word "sister".
"That's true. That's one of the main reasons why I've never been able to forgive him for 14 years," agreed Cliff. "I could screw you right now if you want, big boy," whispered Buddy in a seductive tone. "Oh no! I'm not about to see incest play out before my very eyes. If you ask me, the first man I should have slept with a long time ago is Tom," objected Suzanne Carmichael, referring to her husband. "Same here for Henry," responded Lena Rosenberg.
"I really shouldn't be sleeping with anybody right now, especially since I'm 15. Also, there is something that I've kept secret for a few years. Gather up on my bed and I'll tell you," argued Rhonda. So everyone congregated on Rhonda's bed as she gathered up her thoughts and then braced herself for a harrowing, disturbing truth. "You can tell us now, Rhonda. We wouldn't even say a word of this to your parents," coaxed Laverne.
Rhonda smiled a bit and then cleared her throat. "Mr. Piano made me pose as his girlfriend during the time I was his employee. I did mostly paperwork and he ran a shop where he collected and sold plants, flowers, weapons, and antiques from foreign dealers and businessmen. I remember one time Ronald Folton strolled into the shop. Mr. Piano had walked up to meet him and I listened to their entire conversation. 'Hello, I'm Mr. Piano. Welcome to Mr. Piano's Extravaganza Shop O'Mills. Who are you, good sir?' he greeted him in a friendly and charismatic matter. 'The name is Ronald Folton sir. I've come here for a rare artifact,' was Mr. Folton's reply. And I perked up and thought to myself, This is interesting."
"Mr. Piano rummaged into his old box of things and then took out a li-tigon clock dating from the 1920's. Inside its mouth was an amethyst that sparkled in a light source and when you turned on a switch, it even serves as a miniature lamp. The li-tigon figure itself was posed in a knee bending down position, stretching out his neck, sticking out his tail, and roaring. His legs were collapsed before him, and his eyes were closed shut. The clock part was pure gold and on its right side, costing $712,000 just for sale. It was also a container for small jewelry and other knickknacks."
"The piece itself was painted in pure 3D form and it blended so realistically and the details were meticulously cared for. His orange fur stood out and his black faded stripes were also noticeable. You could run your fingers against the piece and feel the hard, rough, yet smoothed surface and be able to slide them onto its "fur" very easily because its back slopes up and down. Its nose was also pink and its ears stuck out like feathers. But the amethyst inside the li-tigon's mouth is also a 400-carat ring that gives the clock its magical properties. There is also a slot in the back that has a knob on it and if you pull it open, a chain comes out and the clock has just transformed into a necklace."
"Unbeknownst to Ronald Folton, this object was designed to allow its user to use its limitless magical abilities and powers and to also manipulate time, technology, gravity, change an organism's biological makeup, shoot laser beams and blasts, be invulnerable and indestructible, make jumps of 70 feet or more, mutate himself or herself in order to grow a new body part, and also increase the user's strength by the magnitude of his/her anger."
"It also gives the user the ability to control and generate wind itself and use the moon's pull to create tidal waves and the movement of tectonic plates to create volcanoes and cause earthquakes. The clock also enabled the user to use the sun's power to create devastating heat waves and make geomagnetic storms. In a worse case scenario, the user can also cause nuclear power plants to combust and explode, wiping out the nation's main power sources and giving birth to a nationwide blackout and perhaps a nuclear holocaust."
"Ronald paid for the piece twice more than it was worth and then went home to his wife to give it to her as a present. As soon as she received the gift, she inherited the varied powers that the clock had to offer. However, it became too much for her and then one day she dumped the thing in the trash and had gotten rid of it. Mr. Piano found out about it and fined Ronald Folton $5000, which he paid. He hated his customers treating his antiques like garbage, and yet he treats his employees like garbage!"
"Mr. Piano screamed at me for being too slow and too lazy and being irresponsible and for always losing his supplies. Sometimes he would strike me across the face and cause me to have nosebleeds. Other times he would whip me with a cat o' nine tails. That clock he sold to Mr. Folton was one of his most treasured possessions. He called it, "The Devil Cat Clock." And eventually I quit my job as his secretary and I "broke up" with him too. That freaking bastard. I've never been treated so badly in my life."
"He did like old pianos, records from the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, and so on, and he even owned vases, animal figures, portraits of the rich and famous, and I remember he had a collection of all of the 42 presidents of the United States. Mr. Piano loved to paint, and on one of those rare days when he didn't abuse me verbally, emotionally, and psychically, he invited me to pose for one of his portraits and I accepted, because I figured I would never get another chance like it. Last time I saw him, he still had it. He told me that he'll always keep it, to remind him of all the memories we had together."
"I wasn't the only employee who had to pretend to be his girlfriend. All of his other secretaries had to also. Mr. Piano was also a very rich man and often went out on social and business trips while I kept shop. However, he hardly discussed with me about his social status. I have never been to his mansion, ever!" Rhonda ruefully confessed. Everyone was shocked. Laverne had a concerned and worried look on her face and was sweating excessively, and Suzanne Carmichael was biting her lip in distress with her pupils dilated.
Lena Rosenberg's jaw was dropped and her eyes popped up like crazy and her body experienced a brief and sudden tremor. Rhonda examined the horrified and shaken looks on her teammates' faces. "How could he do this to you?" spat out Laverne after an awkward moment of silence. Lena trembled with rising anger and then her eyes glowed red. Her lips were also quaking and her fists rolled up and clenched tightly. Suzanne could hear a muffled growl from Lena as she tried to soak up what had just been revealed.
Then, without a warning, Lena Rosenberg exploded. "Damn him! Damn Mr. Piano! If he has touched you even one time, I swear I'll see to it that he never touches you again!" she hissed indignantly. "Let's go to Washington, D.C.," declared Suzanne Carmichael quietly. "What did you say?" squawked Cliff. "We need to deal with Mr. Piano first. We cannot proceed further in our secret mission if we're going to risk having him stalk us and attempt to sexually assault Rhonda," Suzanne argued firmly. "She's right," agreed Buddy while fluttering her wings. "Yeah, I was opting for Washington, D.C. anyway," added Cliff.
"Yeah, besides, Rhonda has big…" started Nuka as he strolled by. "Don't make me smack you across the face!" threatened Lena Rosenberg exasperatingly. "Nuka, how dare you say that!" screamed Zira, embarrassed. "Yeah, Nuka. You know how much I hate that word," scolded Rhonda. "What? Boobs?" asked Nuka. "Don't say I didn't warn ya," snarled Lena Rosenberg and then she tackled Nuka and began to pummel him in the head with her fists while Nuka tried to defend himself with his arms.
Rhonda and Suzanne Carmichael rushed to Nuka's aid and while the latter managed to pull the furious hotelier/realty investor from the young lion, the former knelt down next to Nuka. Lena was kicking and screaming with blind rage and tears were coming out of her eyes. Suzanne could feel her steamy hot breath permeating her right arm.
"Lena, calm down. Calm down Lena. I'll put you to bed. You need some rest," she whispered gently. Then she lifted up the rich New Yorker and then carried her in her arms to bed. Zira then unrolled the comforter and then Suzanne Carmichael laid Lena Rosenberg on the bed and then tucked her in. By now The Queen of Hell, who had been throwing a passionate, enraged fit only minutes ago, was now fast asleep.
Zira, Nuka, Cliff, Buddy, Suzanne Carmichael, Laverne, and Rhonda then hovered over their tough friend. "Let's sing her a little lullaby," suggested Rhonda. "What kind of song would she like?" inquired Laverne. "I think I know," Cliff spoke. He then cleared his throat and began to sing loudly and then Buddy shoved her hand in his throat in an attempt to shut him up.
"Sleep well, my little Lena. Let your soul fly. Put your mighty mind to rest, my little Queen," Suzanne crooned softly. "Let yourself float in peace, and put your pride aside. No one is out to get you now, and you're in a celestial sanctuary. You have a husband who adores you, and a dog who loves your very much," whispered Rhonda melodically.
"We accept you as you are, and we can take your tantrums," sang Cliff. "And no matter how many times you blow up, you're always a part of this family," joined in Buddy. "You're always a part of this family," chorused everyone. "You're like a sister to me," chimed Zira. "Who's always brave," countered Laverne. "You never fear anything, not even death," sang Suzanne Carmichael. "So this is our song to you, so sleep well. Nothing's ever going to hurt you, even if you happen to be the Queen of Hell," cried everyone in unison. "So good night, our Majesty," replied Suzanne Carmichael. "And have sweet dreams," finished Rhonda.
And then everyone kissed Lena good night and then departed from the room, except for Suzanne Carmichael that is. She then tucked herself into bed and then smiled at her fellow teammate. "Night, Lena. Tomorrow morning, we're going to kick some good ass," Suzanne vowed. Then, her head nodded off as she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
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The next morning, the doorbell rang downstairs and then Zira trampled down the stairs and then trotted to the front door of The Legacy Mansion. She then unlocked the door and then turned the knob and opened it. It was Judge Trudy Silverstone! "Hello. Is this The Team Legacy residence?" she interrogated Zira. "Yes. I'm one of their members, Zira," mumbled Zira. "Speak up when you're talking to me, and look me straight in the eye, unless you have just gotten out of bed. Oh, and speaking of which, forgive me for disturbing you guys but this house call is urgent," retorted Judge Trudy sternly but politely.
"What is it?" growled Zira irritatingly. "First of all, word on the street is that Mr. Piano had an affair with your leader," answered Judge Trudy while crossing her arms. "Heck no! That's not true! Rhonda was telling us about her relationship with Mr. Piano last evening and she didn't say a word about any sexual relationship with him," protested Zira. "Oh really? You say that she was discussing her relationship with Mr. Piano, and yet you also say that she never noted a single sexual encounter with him. Am I correct?" pointed out Judge Trudy, trying to get the facts straight.
"Of course. He was very abusive with her. He slapped her around and he even whipped her with a cat 'o nine tails. These slaps would cause nosebleeds, and I've never seen her with a nosebleed. Mr. Piano called her lazy, irresponsible, always losing his stuff, and although it's true that happens sometimes, but still it's not right to belittle her like that," explained Zira.
"I agree with you on that point. Do you know where he is?" responded Judge Trudy. "His mansion is at Washington, D.C. His address is 26670 NW Ridge Point Avenue. His real name is Gilbert German-Zion, so therefore "Mr. Piano" is his moniker. But Lena handed a letter from him to Rhonda and it tells a somewhat different story," said Zira in a matter-of-fact way. "Give me that letter. I would like to take a look at it," demanded Judge Trudy. "I'll head to the room where Suzanne and Lena are still sleeping in. Wait down here," reassured Zira. She then galloped upstairs and then walked through the hallway.
Zira then reached the room and then used her tail to open the door quietly. She then slipped inside and then tiptoed to the bed. The air conditioner was humming like a bee and there were the sounds of snoring. Zira then leapt onto the bed and then nudged Suzanne Carmichael's head. "Hey Suzanne! You got a visitor downstairs!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
No sooner had she said this when Suzanne started from her bed and pushed Zira onto her back. "What the fuck do you want?" she snapped. "Zira, I'll whoop your behind really good when I get up," muttered Lena Rosenberg in her sleep. "Judge Trudy is in the house!" spat out Zira impatiently. "What the fuck? Some freaking judge is in the house!" thundered Lena Rosenberg as she sprung out of bed. She then proceeded to storm out of the room and trampled through the hallway.
Soon Lena Rosenberg was descending from the stairs and then soon reached the bottom. She then set her sights on Judge Trudy. "Hello. Are you another member of Team Legacy?" bellowed Judge Trudy, for they were 5-10 feet away from each other. "Yep, Lena Mandy Rosenberg, Queen of Hell," Lena Rosenberg huffed cockily. "I am Trudy Silverstone, better known as Judge Trudy. I was born in Brooklyn, New York," countered Judge Trudy. Rhonda was also standing in the shadows that were produced by the dusky new dawn that was just rising. She leaned over the banisters of the stairs and was overseeing the unusual showdown. The newly born sun cast its shadows on the kitchen. It glowed and shined like a disco ball and watched over the entire scenery.
The birds soared past the sun and one tattered jay bird roosted on the windowsill. It pecked and banged on the glass and then hopped and shifted its weight to and fro, desiring to know what the commotion was going on. Much of its feathers were missing and its left eye was ripped out and now bears a scar. It also displays a Prussian blue color and its eye color is midnight blue. Its crest is also indigo and its markings are smudged black ink and are like Dalmatian spots. Its beak is midnight blue as well.
The blue jay was no bigger than a finch and was the average height of a cardinal. It was plump and round and had scrawny, stick-thin legs. Its wingspan was only 2 inches. To make matters worse, its tail was almost gone and still bore a bloody stained edge. The pink, tender spots where the feathers used to be also showed.
Suddenly a giant vulture came out of the blue and then butted the blue jay through the window. The blue jay was now rocketing down to the ground and gave out a weak, high-pitched, pathetic cry. Judge Trudy and Lena Rosenberg turned around from their suspenseful confrontation and then witnessed the small bird's fall. Rhonda then raced to save the bird. "Hang on, little birdie! I'll save you!" she shouted. She then intercepted the young nestling with her beak and while clenching it firmly but softly, she then glided to the floor.
Judge Trudy and Lena Rosenberg ran up to meet her. Rhonda then dropped the hatchling on her hands and then the blue jay looked up at the two women while blinking. Its eye was a dark, black, opaque, murky pool that somehow reflected its light. There were also blood spots on the left side of its head and also on random areas on its body.
However, the injuries looked very grievous and deep and the blood was still relatively fresh. There was a cut on the throat area; it looked like whoever attacked the bird was trying to cause its death by slitting its throat but was unsuccessful, but barely. The cut was 5 inches deep; another two inches and the blue jay wouldn't be resting in Rhonda's hands right now. When Rhonda touched its crest, it slid to the left and its brain was momentarily exposed. "Oh no! Tell me I didn't see an explicit wound!" cried Judge Trudy in horror. "What a small brain," commented Lena Rosenberg tactlessly.
"I'm going to Dr. Sloan's room right now. This bird needs immediate surgery," Rhonda declared affirmatively and then she zipped upstairs and to Dr. Sloan's room. When she got to Dr. Sloan's room, she knocked on his door maniacally before Dr. Sloan opened up the door. "What is it Rhonda… Oh my God! What is that?" mumbled Dr. Sloan annoyingly before he was startled and awfully disturbed by the blue jay's ghastly appearance.
"Dr. Sloan, can you please help this bird? I think a predator must have attacked it," Rhonda implored desperately. "Right away, Rhonda. I'll be in the medical lab if you need me," complied Dr. Sloan without hesitation and then he scooped up the bird in his arms and then rushed to the medical lab. Rhonda was very concerned and felt very vulnerable. She gulped and silently prayed that the bird survived the surgery.
Rhonda and the Legacy were soon sitting in the kitchen and were feasting on their breakfast in silence and vigilance. They were glancing at the empty, lighting stairs that was untouched and barren for nearly two hours. They were also dressed for their trip to Washington, D.C. Rhonda was incessantly stirring her bowl of Cheerios, even though it was her favorite cereal, and was too anxious and nervous to even take a bite of her meal.
"For Pete's sake, Rhonda, eat!" urged Henry Rosenberg, who was already getting unnerved and worried by her distraught and distressed behavior. Poodles was prancing around the table, begging and pleading for the young teenager to eat with his high-pitched barks. Finally, the gnawing hunger in Rhonda's stomach was getting too strong and then overtook and conquered her, and she began to chomp down on her food.
"Whoa! Rhonda definitely was hungry!" remarked Mary Kate Leningrad. "After two hours of staring at her bowl, why wouldn't she?" retorted Lena Rosenberg. "Don't ruin your dress!" warned Diane Bernstein admonishingly.
Rhonda was dressed in a heavy, puffy, delicate, fabric-built dress with an upper chest section that was a little tight but covered her breasts. She also wore a red, fancy, aristocratic hat that was encrusted with diamonds and aquamarines. Her dress was also red and was layered in rough, crisscross; fabric-like bedding that supported and enhanced the dress. This dress also came with a furry white boa and a crème white corset on her left shoulder. The sleeves were embroidered with flowers and the boa also had flowers blooming into view. In fact, each flower that was adorned on her dress was tied with a red ribbon and was set up on an intersecting X pattern on the bottom dress sector.
The upper part was designed in a circular pattern. There were also fake blue jays, canaries, and cockatoos perched on her shoulders and hat. There even was a white duck feather on her fancy lady hat that had a diamond wrapped in its clutches. It was clearly a flamboyant and shocking display, and Rhonda was attempting to act like a lady.
"You all know that an affair with God knows how old that Mr. Piano guy is wrong. And yet you're dressing this kid up for your secret mission!" reproached Judge Trudy. "We all want to look respectable, but we are going to keep an eye on Mr. Piano. We can't risk him being alone with her at anytime," explained Kate Seymour. "I'm going to give you a tape recorder, and every day one of you is going to record important and relevant information about Mr. Piano. And that goes for Rhonda too."
"When you finish up your secret mission, you write me up an email telling me so and you give me any information that you have uncovered while on your trip. When I read your email, I'll refer you to a judge who will review and work on your case. If you want to sue Mr. Piano for felony violation of child labor laws, armed battery, forcing a minor to be his or her mate against his or her will, child abuse, and plotting to get a child bride, go ahead."
"If you want to bring charges for those same reasons, or if her parents want to bring charges against Mr. Piano, go ahead! I don't care what you do; give Mr. Piano the justice he deserves. That's my advice to you," instructed Judge Trudy and then she reached into her purse and then took out a tape recorder.
She then handed it over to John Milton, who was sitting next to her. "Here. Take good care of it. You may need it," Judge Trudy told him. "Um… Thanks," replied John Milton meekly. Just then, Dr. Sloan came down the stairs with a covered cage. He then placed it on the table and soon everyone crowded around it. He then lifted off the blanket and then presented the tiny blue jay to everyone. The blue jay was sleeping in the cage and its wounds were stitched up and cleaned. He was now spottier than ever before, and it showed. He also shook and convulsed in his slumber.
Dr. Sloan then gently covered him up with a blanket. "He has lost a considerable amount of blood, and he also has lost a good amount of fat, so he must be very famished. When I felt around his stomach, all I could feel was muscle. When this little bird wakes up, he'll have some food," he said in an informative manner. "Plus, The Devil Cat Clock is rumored to be somewhere in the Washington, D.C. area. You might find people that can help you on your mission. Be on the lookout for politicians. You don't know what they might do to you," added Judge Trudy. "What are you going to be doing while we're gone?" asked Ducky. "What do you think I do? I do my own T.V. show. Now go on. Get going or you're going to miss your ride," snapped Judge Trudy.
"Take care of yourself, Mrs. Silverstone," said Thomas Carmichael with a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Carmichael. Now, I must be going myself. I wish you luck on your mission and I hope your leader takes care of herself as well," returned Judge Trudy loyally. "Come on guys. We have to get to the subway station to catch our train. It departs at 11," urged Rhonda. Then, everyone stampeded out of the club and John Milton was the last person standing. He then grinned at Judge Trudy before leaving to follow the others.
As Judge Trudy Silverstone watched John's figure disappear from sight, she couldn't help but smile. Just then, her cell phone rang and then Judge Trudy picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hi Terry. Well, I'm at The Legacy Mansion. I was going to interrogate the leader, Rhonda Sarah Petrie, about something. Yes, I'll be coming right home. Bye, Terry. I love you too," she called. Judge Trudy then slips the cell phone into her purse and then leaves The Legacy Mansion too.