The Terrible Trio thought poisonous thoughts about the male gender.

And the Terrible Trio thought it a great joke to throw the birthday boy into a pigsty.

Who were they in actual fact, the Terrible Trio of Numantia?

I began running before my feet hit the ground, and came to a stop fifteen feet from the Terrible Trio.

The Terrible Trio emerged, each dressed for a night on the town in a different, fetching outfit.

But just then the hatch slid back again, and the Terrible Trio stood there.

He slammed his fist on the table; the Terrible Trio jumped, startled and frightened.

On the outskirts of things, Lisa and the Terrible Trio were doing what they could.

The Terrible Trio looked where he was pointing.

The Terrible Trio's endurance on the dance floor was simply not to be believed.