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Helen
It was a normal busy day at Vitale, et al.

The phone rang.

Marianne Kingston answered it. “Hello?”

“Hello…”

She hung up.

Helen Morgendorffer knew what happened. That boy from Springfield, North Takhoma yet again! “That has to stop,” she said.

“But, what can you do?” Marianne asked.

“I have an idea. Something Daria mentioned.”

“That sounds good.”


That evening, Marge Simpson was preparing dinner when the phone rang. She sighed and picked it up, knowing that Homer wouldn’t bother when he was engrossed in the TV. “Hello?”

“Is that Marge Simpson?”

“I’m Marge Simpson and you are?”

“Helen Morgendorffer. I’m calling because your son, Bart’s, prank calls are causing disruptions here in Lawndale.”

“I know about it. The charges are quite ridiculous compared to when he stuck to Springfield.”

“That’s not the only problem, Mrs. Simpson. He’s annoyed both of my daughters and riled up my husband,”

“I see,” Marge said.

“And you don’t want to see him when he’s riled up.”

“I will talk to him about it again.”

“Good. Otherwise I may need to take legal action,” Helen said.

“I can guess, your older daughter told me you’re a lawyer.”

“Yes, and you don’t want your son to face the full force of my ire!”

‘She’d probably file a restraining order!’ Marge considered. That was definitely something she didn’t want on Bart’s record. “And he won’t have to.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Thanks for your call.”


After dinner, Marge called a family meeting.

“Oh, Marge, what do we need a family meeting for?” Homer asked.

“Because of Bart’s calls,” Marge answered.

“Really?” Bart asked.

“Yes,” Marge answered.

“So, someone in that town in that eastern state has tracked us down?” Homer asked.

“They knew it was a Simpson family from this flyover state a while ago,” Lisa answered.

“Oh,” Homer said.

“So, what about my calls?” Bart asked.

“Mrs. Morgendorffer spoke to me, Bart. You know that she’s a lawyer.”

“So?”

“She mentioned that she might take legal action! That could include a restraining order.”


Bart considered that. As much as he had caused trouble, he hadn’t thought about that. “Fine! I’ll stop calling Lawndale, nor anywhere else in Marylvania.

“Good! I shall write a letter and send it to them,” Marge said.

The Mystery Club investigates when a local cybercafe is broken into.

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Jamie looked around as Mr. Elders gave a tour of the Solarium. “It looks more like a lair than a solarium.”

“Jamie!” Quinn said. “I don’t think so. Besides, an actual lair could be anything, like an office building or an ordinary house.”

“Lair? I suppose it could be,” Mr. Elders said.


‘I hope he’s joking,’ Quinn thought as she looked around. ‘Lawndale doesn’t need any new villains.’

“But that word sounds sinister,” Mr. Elders added.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Quinn asked.

“But this place looks like one of those places in one of those movies,” Jamie said.

“But this isn’t a movie!” Quinn objected.

“No, it isn’t,” Mr. Elders said. “But this building has been used for other purposes in its history.”

“Of course,” Quinn said, as she remembered what she told Jamie about the Historia earlier.

“What?” Mr. Elders asked.

“What else is here?” Quinn asked. “Maybe something that’s still drawing power?”

“I doubt it,” Mr. Elders responded. “I had a good look at the place before I bought it.”


Jamie thought about it as he, Quinn and Mr. Elders searched the building the Solarium was in. It looked more like a lair than he had thought. ‘But Lawndale hasn’t had villains in it’s past?’


They went down to the basement. “I guess I didn’t really look down here,” Mr. Elders said. “I was focused on the rest of the building and establishing the solarium.”

“Sometimes it’s something that’s overlooked that can cause a problem,” Quinn said.


Meanwhile, as his grandfather and other two were searching the building, a bored Sam Elders was thinking. While his grandfather had pushed aside Jamie’s comment about the Solarium being a lair, he had overheard it and was considering it. ‘We can be villains and be worthy opponents to SpiderGirl and the others,’ he thought. ‘Groundhog Day was too far of course.’


‘There’s definitely something here,’ Quinn thought, as her enhanced hearing was picking something up. She wandered in that direction and threw a tarp aside. “Look here,” she said. “It looks like some kind of electric furnace.”

“You’re right,” Mr. Elders said. “Here I thought the building just had really good insulation.”

“Now we just need to find the off switch,” Quinn said.

“Over here,” Jamie said. He flipped off the switch and the glow of the antiquated furnace started to fade.


Quinn and Jamie emerged from the solarium and saw that the street lights were no longer flickering. “We did it, Quinn,” Jamie said. “But what now?”

“We head back to the Historia and fill the others in,” Quinn said.

“Right.”

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After midnight, Dafoanairi climbed out the hall window and down the ivy covered trellis. She then left the Morgendorffers place into the laneway behind and headed towards High Hills Park that way. She was wearing dark clothes and a cloak that effectively hid her long auburn hair which she had tied in a simple ponytail and the fact that she was squinting without her glasses.


Sandi arrived a few minutes later and saw that Daria’s light was out. “Oh. Looks like she’s asleep,” she commented. She then changed to the Enigma and headed downtown.


Dafoanairi arrived at High Hills Park and heard the Wiccans chanting as they started their nightly worship. ‘But how can I find Tania without my glasses?’ she wondered. She didn’t really think that through. It was even worse with it being around New Moon. She decided to wait until the Wiccans had finished and then call Tania.


Tania Ashworth was about to go home when she heard her name being called from nearby, within the Park. “Who’s there?” she asked. “Is it the Shadow trying to accuse me again?”

“No,” a feminine voice said. A cloaked figure appeared. “I’m Dafoanairi, Lawndale’s snarky fifth vigilante.”

Tania raised an eyebrow. That was certainly new. “A snarky fifth?” she asked rhetorically. “Why are you here?”

“I’m investigating the brownouts that have been plaguing downtown Lawndale since the early afternoon.”

“I heard about them,” Tania said.

“So, you may have heard that various businesses were having issues related to them, including the Historia, boutiques unable to process credit card transactions and dojos having to deal with poor lighting.”

“I knew about some of that,” Tania admitted, “but why are you asking me about it?”

“I heard that you were investigating the other vigilantes last Friday.”

“The Morgendorffers may be involved or they may not be, and I still have an eye on Sandi Griffin, but I need more proof.”

“What is your answer?” Dafoanairi asked.

“I’ll help you with the brownouts.”

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Quinn's cousin Erin Barksdale is getting married. Will the Barksdale clan manage to get along? And what is happening in Lawndale in their absence?


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Quinn was designing something when her door was flung open. “Tania Ashworth?” she asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I know your secret,” Tania said.

‘That I’m SpiderGirl? I don’t think so!’ Quinn thought. She stood up. “What secret would that be?” she asked.

“That you’re the fourth vigilante!” Tania said as she pulled the door closed behind her. “I just saw her enter this house.”

“If the fourth vigilante is here, she’s visiting Daria,” Quinn said. “Besides, it’s not a good idea to be showing up at other people’s houses and saying that they’re one of Lawndale’s heroes.

“So, you’re saying you’re not the fourth vigilante and that Daria isn’t either?”

“Exactly,” Quinn said. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because the Shadow accused me of being the fourth vigilante last night.”

‘It’s like Sunday night,’ Quinn groused, remembering that the Shadow had thought Daria was the fourth vigilante. ‘Obviously she changed her mind.’ “So why chase the fourth vigilante here?”

“I was thinking that either of you were the Shadow.”

‘I know Daria isn’t,’ Quinn thought.

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