cornflakes are good

Part Twenty-Two

[Meanwhile in space]

"I just realized something," Sophia said. "Something terrible."

Emily yawned and helped the #segsy spaceship make its way to Earth. "What is it?" she asked.

"We left Senpie back in that bunker. . . He could have escaped by now!" she exclaimed. She turned around to face Another Child. "Another Child needs to get a disguise!"

Other Child brightened up a bit as she heard this. "I have some stuff in my purse."

She reached into her white purse that she snatched from Emily's massive closet. After rummaging through it for a while (past all the other things she stole), she pulled out a fake mustache and pair of glasses.

"Okay, put these on," she said, handing the accessories to him.

"A. . . Fake mustache?" Another Child said with a puzzled look on his face.

"It'll work," Child said. "Nobody will recognize you. Y'know, when people with facial hair look totally different when they shave it, so maybe it could work the other way around too—"

"Anyways," Sophia interrupted. Another Child put the glasses and mustache on reluctantly. "To be better prepared, we all need weapons. So, since I have a pretty pink princess wand, Other Child has a knife, and Emily has nunchucks, Another Child, what will your weapon be?"

"Uhhh," Another Child uttered. He had to think about that. "How about. . . A machete?"

"A what."

"A machete."

"Papier mâché?"

"No. That's barely the same word as machete."

"Okay, how do you feel about dead frogs?"

"Decent weapon."

"Use those," Sophia said. "Now, let's get some battle wear. . ."

She walked over to the center of the spaceship command center and smiled triumphally. She spun dramatically and said, "TO THE MALL!"

[Two minutes later, at the mall]

"Hello miss," Other Child said, adjusting her blonde wig.

"Hi kid!" the store clerk responded. "Do you need help with anything?"

"May you please direct me to where the combat-wear is?" Other Child asked the lady.

She looked at Other Child for a while. Why, for any reason, would a kid need combat-wear? Her inner-self shrugged. Perhaps she's very devoted to pretend play. "Right over there," she said giddily. She pointed to the correct aisle. "If you need help, just holler."

"Thank you. Have a nice day," Other Child said, trying her best to be as polite as the store clerk. She waved her hand casually, and Sophia, Emily, and Another Child hobbled over.

The store clerk smiled awkwardly as the odd group passed her and walked into the combat clothing aisle.

"These are kind of ugly, N-G-L," Sophia said. "We should be stylish."

Another Child gave her another of his puzzled expressions and began to say, "Isn't the whole thing just about safety and if we try on any accessories with the combat stuff then it could render our ability to maneuver around in the heavy-duty outfit—"

"Shush," Sophia said. She turned back and gasped. "Perfect!" She held up a pair of kneepads and black leggings. "These'd go great together! Plus, protection."

"But. Okay."

"Ehm, as for the shirts. . ." Sophia looked at the collection of combat shirts and frowned. She turned around to the normal clothes aisle and grabbed a sparkly pink shirt. Then she turned around again and grabbed some elbow pads. "I guess any shirt and some elbow pads will do!"