Worlds Clash: Slaydie's

I Come From a Land Down Under

POV: Ashley Harold

The Harolds drifted into the parking lot, hitting several civilians who were walking to their cars. By the time Ashley parked the car she had gained a total of 110 points: 5 per old person, 10 per adult, and 15 per person under 18. Ashley turned off the car and turned to face her mother with a huge grin on her face.

"So, mom... how did I do?" Ashley asked, waiting for her well-deserved praise.

"Well, sweetie... you certainly slayed," Shellsea replied, faking a sweet smile. "Let's just go inside before the police arrive." Ashley nodded and the two jumped out of their pink 2007 Pontiac Solstice, locked it, and skipped into the mall.

"Sooo, Ashley," Ashley's mom started. "Where do you want to go first?" Ashley skipped over to the sign that listed out all the stores, and her orbs locked on the one store she knew she wanted to visit first.

"MOM," Ashley gasped. "We need to go to The Home Depot!" Shellsea raised one of her fish orbbrows.

"The Home Depot?" she repeated. "Why on Stampy's green Earth would you want to go there first? What about H&M, Lululemon, or Old Navy?"

"Becaaaause, then I can buy a home for college!" Ashley giddily replied. "I need a place to live now that I'm going to the University of Slay next year! Not to mention I can get one to put next to the One Direction mansion to get all the hot goss!" Shellsea face palmed.

"Ashley, honey, you can't buy houses at The Home Depot," Shellsea tried to explain, but when she looked up, her daughter was already gone. Shellsea sighed and followed her intelligent daughter into The Home Depot, which was connected to the mall.

...

Ashley's attention was fixed on the spinning rack of flower seeds as her mother approached her. Ashley turned to Shellsea and grinned.

"Omistampy, mom, you have to help me pick out a home!" Ashley exclaimed. "I was thinking modern, but with a feminine boho chic twist!"

"Ashley, you can't buy houses here," Shellsea explained to her daughter.

"But it's called 'The Home Depot.' Why else would they call it that?" Ashley asked. "Bad advertising, if you ask me. #getabettergraphicdesigner."

"Just because it's called 'The Home Depot,' doesn't mean you can buy a house," Shellsea told Ashley. "You just buy things that you would use for your house."

"That's stupid," Ashley retorted. "So, I can't buy a house here?" Clearly, Ashley Harold was not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

"No, sweetie," her mom repeated. "But, since we are here, I need to get some tape, nails and things for the remodeling project I'm working on, so you can walk around the store and I'll meet up with you, okay?" Ashley nodded, reminded of the fact that her mom was an interior designer on HGTV. The Harolds split up and went their separate ways.

Ashley was attracted to anything shiny, so she beelined for the aisles of light fixtures. She slowly wandered underneath, gazing up at the sparkling lights in awe. She was jolted out of her trance as she heard a man shout "YOU!" from behind her. Ashley whirled around and saw the last person she would expect... PAUL BLART! Who coconut mall. Fr fr. The well-known mall cop was zooming towards her on his segway at the crisp speed of 3 miles per hour. He finally caught up to her and got off of his segway. "You are under arrest for hitting four kids, four adults, and an old couple with your car!" Paul Blart declared, to Ashley's surprise.

"Officer, officer, officer," Ashley began. "I didn't do anything wrong. The parking lot is for cars. Why were people walking in my way?"

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you in the court of law," Paul Blart replied. "And trust me: I can promise you that what you just said to me will be used against you."