Millie glared down at Blitzo, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable—a calm before the inevitable storm. Blitzo, already sweating, avoided her gaze, his eyes darting nervously to the rest of the team for backup. None came.

"Let me get this straight." Millie began, her tone unnervingly calm. "The hussy pulled ma baby away without y'all noticing?"

Blitzo, Loona, and Moxxie exchanged nervous glances before nodding reluctantly.

"She touched ma baby without his consent?"

Another hesitant nod.

"And she tried to kiss him?" Millie's voice rose, her Southern drawl thickening with fury as her fists clenched.

Blitzo shrank back, tripping over his words. "W-Well, I mean, technically, it wasn't—"

"Don't." Millie growled, her sharp glare cutting him off. She was already imagining how many pieces she could slice Verosika into before someone noticed.

Across the room, Loona leaned closer to Eli and muttered, "Honestly, I can think of worse things Verosika and her crew could've done."

Eli shivered slightly, muttering back, "Let's not go there. And whatever you do, don't say that near Millie."

Millie's kept staring at Blitzo, her gaze zeroing in on him with surgical precision. "And you–"

Blitzo panicked, leaping over the table like a scared cat. "Wait, Mills! I know I accidentally bet on our intern, but I was tired!" He held his hands up defensively as he stumbled over his words.

Millie's eyes narrowed further, forcing him to continue.

"And—and I've got a plan to win! Yeah, a surefire plan!" He exclaimed, scrambling to regain control of the situation.

Millie raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead, she pulled Eli onto her lap and began stroking his head like a mafia boss weighing a decision. "Go on." She said coolly.

Blitzo gulped. "Uh, Mox! The board!"

Moxxie nodded quickly, pushing a blackboard into the room and nervously handing Blitzo a piece of chalk. "Here you go, sir."

Blitzo grabbed the chalk and began sketching furiously. "Alright, here's the plan! It's simple: we hire a ton of clients, head to the overworld, and do what we do best—kill targets!" His drawings were crude, looking more like the work of a toddler than an assassin.

"After that, we stack the bodies on a boat, push it out to sea, and burn it. The smoke will attract sharks… or geese… or whatever." Blitzo gestured grandly at his incomprehensible drawing, clearly proud of his creativity.

Then, with a flourish, he flipped the board to reveal the final step: a poorly drawn image of himself sitting on a toilet. "And lastly, I sit on the toilet."

Loona burst into laughter before chocking on her spit. She then toss the chalk out the window with an innocent whistle.

"Loona!" Blitzo snapped, glaring at her.

Millie, despite her anger, giggled softly before regaining her composure. "Alright, it's… good enough. But how do we hire that many clients in just one day?"

Blitzo grinned, holding up a stack of crudely drawn flyers. They prominently featured the words 30% OFF!

Eli squinted, the discount being the only decipherable part of the design.

Moxxie, on the other hand, looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. "Sir… this is a disgrace."

Ignoring him, Blitzo tossed the flyers out the window. Within minutes, a line of sinner demons began forming outside I.M.P headquarters, stretching down the block.

Moxxie sighed in defeat, Loona rolled her eyes, and Millie beamed with approval. Meanwhile, Eli silently questioned whether he had enough energy to disappear into the shadows for a week.

Thirty minutes later…

"Alright, gang." Blitzo declared, pacing in front of his team. "If we fail, we've got a Plan B."

Moxxie frowned. "What plan would that be, sir?"

Blitzo crossed his arms, grimacing. "We send him to the feathered prick for a week."

Millie gasped in horror, clutching Eli tighter as if the thought alone could drag him away.

Before she could object, Blitzo raised a hand. "Look, it's either that, or the intern gets stuck with that bitch."

Millie grumbled but eventually nodded, clearly hating both options.

Loona strolled in casually, leaning against the doorframe. "Can I come this time?"

Blitzo raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Loona smirked, dragging out her words just enough to push his buttons. "Because I wanna learn from you… Dad."

Blitzo's eye twitched.

"Besides." Loona added with a shrug, "I've got a human disguise. Might as well put it to use."

The room fell silent.

"You… have a human disguise?" Millie asked, her voice full of disbelief.

Loona blinked. "Uh, yeah? You know, so I don't get caught when I go to the overworld?"

Their blank stares answered her question.

"They've been running around the overworld without disguises, haven't they?" Loona asked, deadpan, turning to Eli for confirmation.

Eli nodded, his expression blank.

"Something to think about later." Blitzo cut in, handing the grimoire to Eli. "Open the portal."

Eli sighed, taking the grimoire and flipping through its pages. After a deep breath, he began chanting, and a swirling portal materialized in the room.

The group stared at it for a moment before Blitzo clapped his hands. "Alright, let's go! Time to save our intern from the bet and my dignity!"

"More like save yourself from Millie." Loona muttered, smirking as she stepped through the portal.

Blitzo followed, muttering to himself, "I heard that."

Moxxie sighed, glancing at his wife. "Ready, darling?"

Millie gave him a determined nod, scooping up Eli as she marched toward the portal. "Let's go save ma baby from that hussy."

Eli groaned. "I'm not a baby."

"To me, you are." Millie replied cheerfully, stepping through the portal with a vengeance.

As the swirling vortex closed behind them, Eli braced himself for whatever chaos awaited on the other side.

A/N: A reuploud because I just realize how lazy the writing I did before. Then again I am very tired.

Anyways sorry for not updating yesterday, I was outside the country yesterday and then tomorrow I have to go out again. Also I watched the Moana 2 movie, it was nice but feels a bit rush though.