Dare Kings

Chapter 3: Uncalled for revenge

I turned my head to face the security personnel, a perplexed expression etched on my face, while others began converging towards us with serious looks.

The whole situation seemed bizarre. What was their problem? We hadn't taken anything, so why was all this commotion happening?

Panic started to creep over me.

What if they decided to tackle us?

Images from movies flashed through my mind, where people caught engaging in illegal activities were forcefully tackled down to the ground, crushed under the weight of them.

But we hadn't done anything illegal to begin with! Oh, God, this was getting out of hand.

I turned my gaze towards the girls, hoping to find some answers or reassurance, but they were just as bewildered as I was.

Suddenly, we heard chortling behind us, and we turned to see the three guys I had noticed earlier, laughing at us like a bunch of fools.

One of them sneered, "Good luck getting your bags checked," while the others sniggered.

What were they talking about?

"And one more thing, I hope y'all like thongs," one of them added, stumbling through the exit, their laughter echoing like maniacs.

Confused, I peered into my shopping bag, and to my astonishment, I discovered a pack of thongs in my right hand.

I never bought any thongs-none at all!

My eyes widened to an extreme degree, bulging out of their sockets, giving me the appearance of a startled frog.

It felt as if I had become a character from a cartoon, perfectly suited for one of those exaggerated scenes.

Panic surged through me, and I surveyed the crowded mall, where countless people were now watching our every move.

It suddenly dawned on me that those raccoons we encountered earlier must have placed the thongs inside our bags.

With a lump forming in my throat, I struggled to swallow the dryness that overtook me.

"Please step aside and give us your bags along with the receipts," one of the security personnel instructed, and obediently, we made our way to the designated area, where scans and inspections awaited us.

At least they didn't tackled us to the floor.

Leaning closer to Ashley, I whispered into her ear, my gaze still fixed on the security personnel. "There are thongs in my bag, but I didn't buy any."

Ashley's eyes bulged from their sockets, mirroring my shock, and Chloe's expression matched hers.

She must have overheard my words to Ashley.

We came to a halt before the security personnel, who began scanning our receipts and scrutinizing our bags.

He started with mine, and as he finished, he shook his head disapprovingly, before moving on to inspect the others.

The astonishment on Ashley and Chloe's faces was evident when they discovered thongs inside their shopping bags as well.

We were in deep shit.

"Ladies, it appears you attempted to steal thongs," the security personnel accused, his tone stern.

In unison, we vigorously shook our heads, desperately trying to convey our innocence. "No, they're not ours!"

"But they are inside your bags. Care to explain how they got there?" He questioned, his skepticism evident.

Those ugly kinkajous!