Alison and the kingpin remained locked in the same position. Neither wavering in their intent. Then a hand snuck up behind the crime boss's head and, with one deft tug, yanked the wig off his head, revealing the pink flesh beneath.
"Ewwww", moaned a female voice.
"More ewwws than anyone has ever ewwwwed before!" replied a second female voice.
Running away from the horrified kingpin, who was covering his exposed baldness with both hands, were Alison's two BFFs. As they scampered across the garage, Kellyn Levy tossed the wig to Dorinda Galen. The freaked-out Belgian crime boss probably thought his toupee had been abducted by two more members of Alison's team. he wasn't to know that the blisteringly cynical Kellyn once despised being perceived as Alison's sidekick. Or that Dorinda had been so fearful of being rendered invisible by Alison's popularity that she had passed herself off as French for three years. Their relationship had been fraught with petty jealousies and disharmony but, at this moment, Alison looked at the two girls who had caused her so much grief with nothing but love and affection.
"Take the hair," yelled the pale, sharp-featured Kellyn, lobbing the wig to Dorinda.
"It's like a dead cat. You take it," squealed the buxom, exotic Dorinda, throwing it back.
Grossed out by their proximity to the crime boss's wig, Kellyn tossed the hairpiece back to it's owner. The kingpin caught the fake hair as it flew across the garage. As he snatched it and went to position it back on his head, Alison opened fire. The wig returned to the kingpin's head at the exact second she set it alight. His screams echoed across the building.
"What a hothead!" said Alison, David and T in unison. They looked at each other in amazement. Their quips had become synchronized.
"We're such a team!" marveled Alison.
"We're the Department of Hotness," pronounced David.
"The Department of Hotness," repeated an awed Alison. "Loving that."
And there you have it.