“Who’s got the salt?” Rango said, flapping his fluffy, grey wings a bit. “Yeah I got it.” Bruce held the little cylindrical salt container in his little winged arms. “Are you ready, Donny?” A huge black and red snake slithered from under Whitney’s bed and nodded, “Yesss.” Rango nodded and picked up Bruce, “Alright, I’m going to make a salt circle around the bed to keep it safe until our return.” “Alright, I’ll get all the little knives that I can actually hold.” Rango looked at the little stuffed bat with a deadpan expression, “Now I know why Whitney named you Bruce.” “Yeah, Bruce Wayne, Batman?” “Yes, I’m very aware.” Donny slithered more out of the bed gently grabbed a little suit on a little hanger. “Brucccce, you forgot your ssssuit.” Bruce looked up at him, “you know me too well, Don.” Donny set his suit down and Bruce took it off the hanger. “Would you like some help, Bruce?” “Yes please, I’d love some, Rango.” Rango helped Bruce but on his suit and resisted the urge to adjust his little red tie. Rango grabbed the salt and started sprinkling it around the bed. This would definitely be hard but this would be worth it. Rango, Bruce and Donny have been with Whitney since she was little, protecting her from her first moments.