Maisie grew up not being able to celebrate Halloween with her siblings and mother. However, her grandmother, Aggie, is always ready and willing to celebrate with them. So, one day, Maisie's twin sister, Marnie, and their younger brother, Dylan, deci...
The first thing on the shopping list was 'hair of a werewolf' so they stopped by a place called Wolfie's, which was a hair salon owned by a werewolf.
At least, Maisie assumed it was owned by a werewolf. She didn't want to look like a jerk by assuming.
"First stop," Marnie stated, "Wolfie's."
When they got in the salon, there were an interesting sight of creatures getting their hair and nails done.
Dylan asked, "We're gonna start by conquering bad hair?"
Maisie tried not to laugh at that.
"Well, he is a werewolf," Marnie whispered to them, as if that explains it.
Wolfie turned to them, "Can I help you kids?" He twirled his scissors around his finger and Maisie cringed, imagining the scissors flying off and getting stuck in a wall.
Maisie found herself thinking that something about this man - uh - werewolf, reminded her of her soccer coach.
"Oh, yeah," Marnie started talking to Wolfie. "Um, I was just wondering if you had any part-time jobs available. Maybe, like, after school or something?"
Wolfie shook his head, "No, no, no, I'm sorry, we don't." He turned back to his customer, "Oh, this sulfuric acid treatment is coming along nicely."
I'm sorry, what? thought Maisie, wondering if she heard correctly. Sulfuric acid?
"It's really gonna split your ends and bring out those roots, baby," Wolfie told his customer.
"But I always wanted to become a beauty technician," Marnie told Wolfie.
"Oh, careful, Loki, careful," Wolfie said, going to his co-worker, who was tending to a lady covered in leaves. "She's an herb, not a shrub, okay? Think salad - light, crispy..."
Marnie continued her spiel, "Well, you know, um, I could really be a help," she waved at Dylan to grab the electric razor so he can cut Wolfie's hair. "Maybe, uh, sweeping the trimmings around the shop. Maybe even do some hairstyling..." She grabbed what looked to be a hairdryer.
"Don't touch that, okay?" warned Wolfie.
Maisie thought that maybe if Wolfie knew what they really were after, he might've loaned some hair from his head or from the trash or something.
"Don't worry," Marnie said to Wolfie, "I use one of these all the time."
"Put that down," warned Wolfie.
Marnie turned the device on, which expelled flames.
Maisie jumped back in shock.
"The other button," Wolfie said. "Turn it off. Will you just please turn it off?"
Maisie watched as Dylan crept up to Wolfie, while the werewolf was distracted by Marnie with the flaming hairdryer.
Wolfie howled and grabbed his head. Marnie turned off the hairdryer.
"Hey, hey, hey," Wolfie called to them.
"Call me if you need me," Marnie said as she turned and ran out the salon.
"Sorry," Maisie called to Wolfie over her shoulder as she ran out of the salon and to their next destination.
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