The sassy bitch squad were back in the bush, but this time it was personal. Not really, but they had McDonald's this time just to spice it up. Klaus, Duncan and Quigley were having a quiet picnic behind a hedge while they waited for the girls to finish their mission

Carmelita: Alright Isadora, take the food and act natural

Isadora nodded and took a happy meal in each hand. Violet proceeded to stuff her back pockets with sauce

Isadora: Violet, stop touching my ass. That thing is reserved for your brother

Violet: Excuse me, what?

Isadora: You heard me ;)

Carmelita: Stop being weird and go get our trophy

Isadora: This trophy is actually the bane of my existence, like I don't even really care if we get it back or not

Violet: Quit complaining and go get it

Isadora marched towards the door of the hotel, armed with fries and poorly made burgers. This better be quick, or she would miss her favourite show Ducktective. And it would be a crime to miss something so wonderfully crafted.

She struggled with the door, due to her arms being full of greasy food boxes. There were people who were meant to open the doors for guests, since this was a fancy hotel after all, but they stayed well away from Isadora as she smelled of lukewarm burger meat and had twigs and leaves in her hair from being sat in a bush.

So she continued to struggle up the stairs, ignoring the receptionist as he called for her to come back and check in. It was then that she realised that she didn't know which room Aaron was in.

She made a wild guess and headed up to the penthouse. The lift opened and she was met with a giant painting of Cosmos Boy himself on the wall.

Isadora: That's bloody predictable. Stupid idiot loves himself that much

Aaron: Oh, you thought I painted that myself? You see, although I do love myself a hell of a lot, there's someone who loves me more

Isadora: Is it me?

Aaron: I-I hope not because otherwise that kind of spoils the dramatic scene I was trying to make

Isadora: Oh apologies

Aaron: As I was saying, there is someone who loves me enough to paint a mural of my face on the wall of my hotel room. And they're right here!

He steps to the side to reveal someone that Isadora hadn't seen in forever. She gasped so hard that it took her a good few minutes and a lot of coughing before she was able to function again

Isadora: It's- Its you!

The mysterious stranger stepped forward with a smile, the late morning light casting bleak shadows across their face. Their smile contorted into a smirk and Isadora become more confused and distressed. What were these two people doing together?

Isadora eyed them carefully, waiting for them to speak. The stranger just stood there, arms crossed and wearing that devilish smirk that refused to go away.

When Isadora started to believe that this person had gone mute, they finally spoke, their recognisable voice echoing through the huge penthouse

Margaret the anaconda: Hey bitch