Oh well, there Pinky was. Little Red glanced at her, but she wasn't worried. "That's right. Guess I'm wicked." She was ignoring the fact that she wasn't supposed to be the wicked one in her story. Anyway, sometimes you needed to be wicked to get shit done.

"I'm not a kid. I don't want some candy house. Anyway, this is probably some evil thing, isn't it? I bust up evil things. Like wolves or whatever. I'm Reno the Red Hoodlum, but you probably haven't heard of me."

And with a satisfying Crack! she struck the candy house again with her rod.