text: The security alarms blared. The bank vaults were busted open. The shapeshifter of the team, Sadie, had got the money, barely. She was holding a lot of cash in her large bag-shaped hands and she was not happy about it. Tim, with his telekinesis, was holding stacks of cash too. Her team of villains, Nexus of Overpowered Baddies (N.O.O.B), unloaded the money into the getaway car trunk, stuffing it until it was full. Slamming the trunk, Sadie shouted over the alarms, “Why didn’t anyone bring any bags for the cash?” Tim replied, "We got no budget for those!" The gang hopped into the car, nervous and hyped from the crime adrenaline. Her exasperation screamed with her as she sat in the front seat, "How!? They're only 20 bucks." "Well, someone spent it all on car touch-ups," Tim said pointedly at Robbie, the mute get-away driver. Robbie defended himself as he put on his infrared googles needed to drive the invisible car. He texted the group, "Hey, my car is a crucial part of the mission." The team looked at their phones to catch his message. Tim scoffed, "The new car paint job helps us rob banks?" Robbie started driving, daring to go over _one_ mile over the road speed limit, and texted, "It makes us look cool. Reputation's important." Tim and Saddie started rambling together, exclaiming something along the lines of "But it's invisible.”, “They can't even see it..." and “Stop texting and driving!”. Robbie jammed his phone into his pocket, grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and seethed. Jerry, who’s been in the back-seat and watching stuff happening behind the car, stuttered, “G-guys? The police! Ahhh!” Sadie sighed, as though she had explained this for the 100th time (she definitely did), “Yes, Jerry. There’re police looking for us. This isn’t new.” Jerry gulped, “B-b-but they’re making a beeline for us. It’s like they know where we are.” Sadie gasped, “What? Someone’s gotta fix that!” Tim shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and mouthed, ‘Not it’. Robbie’s eyes perked up, surprised at the news. The car’s invisibility aura was working; He’d checked the system thrice this morning. The car sped up, now _ten_ miles over the speed limit. Ah, yes, very illegal. Jerry quickly realised what the problem is and relayed it to the group: The getaway car may be fast and invisible. But the cash slipping out through a gap in the trunk, leaving a money trail behind them, wasn't. An annoyed Sadie said, "Alright, who was in charge of putting duct-tape over that hole?" Everyone except the driver proceeded to stare at Tim. Tim said, "What? Yesterday was my day off." Sadie retaliated, “Fix it. Now.” "Stick my head out of a speeding vehicle while the cops shoot at us. Great idea." Tim mocked. Sadie shot him a glare so he tried to do it anyway. Keyword being: tried. The instant he opened the car’s back window, three bullets came through the car. The team ducked as the bullets smashed themselves onto the car window. Robbie pressed the horn in shock and anger. How dare they ruin the car! His car. Honk. Honk. HONKKK. Tim spoke up, “Thanks for caring about us, Robbie, but not now.” Robbie shrugged his shoulders at Tim’s misinterpretation of his car honks. Panicked, Jerry activated his invisibility belt and turned invisible. He then took out his mini helper-bot and pressed a few buttons. Beeping with approval, it went out of the car to place the duct-tape over the car trunk’s hole. The cops shot at the robot and it exploded just after it finished its task. There, problem solved. Jerry heaved a sigh of relief, “I’m gonna miss that robot.” Tim smiled, “Yea.. that thing enjoyed three seconds of retirement. Nice work, buddy.” He then laid back to take a nap. Behold, the great super-villain team, nearly foiled because duct-tape wasn't used beforehand. Sadie urged Robbie, “Dude, go faster, we have to lose them!” Robbie shook his head no. It was his car and he’s the driver. He did what he wanted. As of then, he was more concerned about obtaining a speeding ticket than being tossed into jail. As if Sadie read his mind, she says, “Aw, c’mon Robbie, we talked about this. No law, or hero is gonna take your car away.” It’s still a ‘no’ from Robbie. The police were gaining on them. Jerry lets out a shriek that sounds like a mouse captured by a cat. Like a parent bargaining with a mischieving child, Sadie says, “Fine, I’ll go to one sports car race event with you if you drive super fast.” Robbie lifts his left hand and puts up four fingers. “Three, and you buy the snacks.” The car instantly speeds up, leaving the cops in the dust. It jolts its passengers forward and their seatbelts catch them back. Jerry smiles, “Ha! See, Tim? I told you seatbelts were-” Tim interrupts with a snore, relaxed at having nothing to do. Thirty miles and five road turns later, the law was still extending its arm out to catch them. In the form of police officers and cars. Sadie said, "Damnit, they can still see us? Bet they use the same infra-red googles Robbie uses. Jerry, you’re the nerd here, got something to help us with that?” “Yep." Jerry took out a device that disables infra-red technology in a 100-mile radius. “Perfect. Yoink.” Sadie snatched the device. Jerry hesitated and tried warning Sadie, “But wait, it affects-” Too late. Sadie rammed its red button without question. “-us TOO!” Along with the policemen, Robbie could no longer see the car and the steering wheel. Time to panic. Everyone screamed in terror (except Tim, he was still sleeping). The car haphazardly swerves left and right. It misses a car, and another car, and another car! And a truck! It seemed to be always inches away from crashing. Jerry jumped out the vehicle, aborting the mission. He landed face-first into the pavement and a passer-by tripped over him. Jerry groaned in pain. Yeesh, his bank robbery mask saved his jaw from being snapped like a twig. He tried standing up, but another person bumped into him. Falling back down his butt, he grunts. He then tried to pick himself up three more times. Yet, for each time, a different passer-by kept knocking him down accidentally, as if he’s an unstable bowling pin. That’s one of the cons of Jerry’s activated invisibility belt. ‘Fifth time’s the charm.’ Jerry thought as he stood up to his feet without any clumsy strangers ruining it. Good job, Jerry. He finally accomplished something two-years-old can do. He then walked into a pole. Ouch. On the bright side, the cops weren’t chasing him anymore. That’s one pro of being invisible. He dusted himself off, teleported back home, sat down on his front porch and sulked. At this rate, he was never going to make his super-villain dad proud. Back to the action. Sadie commanded the car to go into auto-drive mode and to take them to the nearest secret base. Crisis averted! “Phew. Everything is gonna be fine now.” Sadie said. Everything was not fine. The car drove them to the heros' secret base. Yikes.