Collaborative Effort!

[Kookaburra]

"Okay, in that case," Geneva started, grabbing a brush and undoing her hair, "Wear your pink shirt, pink capris, white shoes, and paint your fingernails black. If Irving happens to see you, fan your fingers over your face and he won't know a thing." She finished, tossing aside the hairbrush and giving Kendracula a serious stare, which instantly wrinkled when she saw the old pink-coloured shirt. "Ew!" She said. "It is too bad about your ninja stuff though. Ninjas are cool." Jelly cried, clasping her hands together, and staring into nothingness in an Asian-pride moment.

"I can't believe Marcela is still interested in our love lives. It's so childish of her, JUST because we happened to blurt the truth about her father's ex-seventh wife, she's never left us alone since." Jelly cried overdramatically, tossing the dress aside.((who spotted the camera? not too clear...)) "I think I'll try wearing my green skirt, so for once he may notice my eyecolour." She announced to no one in particular, grabbing it and moving towards the bathroom to change. Which took approximately three and a half seconds. Hearing a dull thudding noise, she ran out, and then gave a huff as she realised it was Kendracula attacking the camera.

"Where did you get that from, K-chan? I didn't know you were a supermodel!" She said, the disappointment obvious in her voice. "Everyone is selling out and becoming a supermodel nowadays. Next thing you know, you'll dye your hair blonde. ...Oh wait, it already is blonde. Well, then you'll dye it hazelnut, then walnut, then coffeenut, and then decide you either want to be a redhead or a blonde again." Jelly said, now rummaging around for a shirt.

"No, Irving says spiking of hair is for posers, and he's too original to be a poser. No no, he's a brainy one. He may be too smart for me, which if he is, you're to come rescue me. He wears his hair normally... yes, he's kind of boring, but awfully cute. I mean, he's really cute." She corrected, getting out a three quarters sleeve black shirt which had a white and lime green panda on it. "I'm glad you aren't going to try marriage again for a bit. I mean, I was betting you and Hamburglar were really going to stick with each other!! But then that purple chick waved her little finger, and he went running. Such a shame, and such a waste of two days. Celebrate singleness? When there's that cute-- yeah, if he doesn't propose tomorrow, I'll propose to him. We'd have beautiful children(not that you two wouldn't) and we would live in noodley bliss happily ever after. Unless he's a coffee drinker, THEN you can have him." Geneva said dismissively. The whole she was speaking, she made outrageous faces at the small camera, and Kburra was doing the same.

"Oh, dear, I never thought of that. I was so certain he was a Jehovah's witness! I mean, he knocked on the counter quite a bit. But you always are better at guessing these things. As long as the wives don't hog noodles or coffee, does it concern us terribly?" She asked, her shirt now changed and was applying heaps of lipgloss.

By the time she had applied a full jar of lipgloss to her lips, Kendracula struck. "You look PERFECT! Like a dalmation who hit a firetruck! Gorgeous, dahling. You'll be so glamorous and spy-like, he won't know what hit him, unless you hit him." Geneva announced. "But now, we shall go and strike fear into the hearts of men. And supermodels. ONWARD!... Do you think he would notice if I brought some noodles with me?"

Kookaburra looked at the clock and pouted, partially for the benefit of Marcela, who was probably still watching via the hidden-camera-in-the-closet deal. "It looks like I won't have time to change again, pity ... yes, it would seem that it is time for us to be off!" She contemplated Jelly's noodle proposition. "He can't mind if he doesn't know ... here! Three of your favourite noodle flavours, all perfectly packaged in camoflauge." She held up what looked like a wallet, a make-up kit, and a pepper spray dispenser. "I've been working on these ever since that blow up with Kevin on your first date with him. And remember, the spoon is concealed in your jacket as an empty kleenex box." KBurra hurriedly shoved the items into Geneva's already brimming handbag, wrapped a fluoro pink scarf around her own head, and produced a shiny plastic sword from her top dresser drawer.

"Time to hit the town, me luverly!" She exclaimed in a mock pirate accent. "Oh, and for the record ... I'm not blonde. I have hair the colour of ashwood. Ash trees have beautiful green leaves, you know, like my eyes ... and yours ... so it's really quite an accurate metaphor if you think about it. Only my skin isn't rough like bark, so that puts the lie to that statement." Kendracula was busily running about the room on last-minute errends, and then shoo'd Jelly out of the room with repeated hand gestures reminiscent of the signals that bike riders are supposed to do when riding on main roads (although they never did, at least in Kendracula's experience). When they were both out, she locked the room with her fluffy orange key and muttered some elvish words of protection over the door before dragging Geneva away from the hall mirror.

"You look fine. I'm sure Irving will absolutely adore those red and black streaks you put in your hair this morning. I'm thinking of going purple, but the last time I checked, Feria didn't sell a mulberry purple enough to change my ashwood locks." She grinned impishly and opened the driver's side door of Geneva's VW bug for her friend before jumping into the back and covering herself with a blanket. "Shhh ... I'm not here. This will give me perfect access to all of the night's events. So tell me, does Irving have any doubtful parentage? Any vampyres in his ancestry? Any serial-killers in his employ, or mafia in his blood? Surely there was something interesting about him. I can't believe you're going on a date with a normal person." There was something akin to disgust in KBurra's muffled voice.

"Perhaps he already has a child from a previous relationship. Or maybe he found out his first wife was really a man with amnesia or ... or ... something. If there's nothing interesting about him, we'll have to invent something." Kendracula paused. "Perhaps he has an unnatural love for pink or shopping or rubber cement ... I bet he used to fry ants when he was a child, the sadistic bug-killer!" She mimicked punching him from under the blanket. "This disco movie night had better be good, because if Irving doesn't spike his hair there'll be nothing for me to laugh at but your horrible dancing ...."

 

[jelly_bean]

((Oh. My. Boozles. I'm actually posting!!!! Now I can pretend like I'm not scum! *howls* Kendra-san should've stoned me long ago, I'm awful ))

Kookaburra looked at the clock and pouted, partially for the benefit of Marcela, who was probably still watching via the hidden-camera-in-the-closet deal. "It looks like I won't have time to change again, pity ... yes, it would seem that it is time for us to be off!" She contemplated Jelly's noodle proposition. "He can't mind if he doesn't know ... here! Three of your favourite noodle flavours, all perfectly packaged in camoflauge." She held up what looked like a wallet, a make-up kit, and a pepper spray dispenser. "I've been working on these ever since that blow up with Kevin on your first date with him. And remember, the spoon is concealed in your jacket as an empty kleenex box." KBurra hurriedly shoved the items into Geneva's already brimming handbag, wrapped a fluoro pink scarf around her own head, and produced a shiny plastic sword from her top dresser drawer.

"Time to hit the town, me luverly!" She exclaimed in a mock pirate accent. "Oh, and for the record ... I'm not blonde. I have hair the colour of ashwood. Ash trees have beautiful green leaves, you know, like my eyes ... and yours ... so it's really quite an accurate metaphor if you think about it. Only my skin isn't rough like bark, so that puts the lie to that statement." Kendracula was busily running about the room on last-minute errends, and then shoo'd Jelly out of the room with repeated hand gestures reminiscent of the signals that bike riders are supposed to do when riding on main roads (although they never did, at least in Kendracula's experience). When they were both out, she locked the room with her fluffy orange key and muttered some elvish words of protection over the door before dragging Geneva away from the hall mirror.

"You look fine. I'm sure Irving will absolutely adore those red and black streaks you put in your hair this morning. I'm thinking of going purple, but the last time I checked, Feria didn't sell a mulberry purple enough to change my ashwood locks." She grinned impishly and opened the driver's side door of Geneva's VW bug for her friend before jumping into the back and covering herself with a blanket. "Shhh ... I'm not here. This will give me perfect access to all of the night's events. So tell me, does Irving have any doubtful parentage? Any vampyres in his ancestry? Any serial-killers in his employ, or mafia in his blood? Surely there was something interesting about him. I can't believe you're going on a date with a normal person." There was something akin to disgust in KBurra's muffled voice.

"Perhaps he already has a child from a previous relationship. Or maybe he found out his first wife was really a man with amnesia or ... or ... something. If there's nothing interesting about him, we'll have to invent something." Kendracula paused. "Perhaps he has an unnatural love for pink or shopping or rubber cement ... I bet he used to fry ants when he was a child, the sadistic bug-killer!" She mimicked punching him from under the blanket. "This disco movie night had better be good, because if Irving doesn't spike his hair there'll be nothing for me to laugh at but your horrible dancing ...."

"Irving," Geneva finally spoke up. "Has two parents who are in the banking business. I know that's awfully boring for my usual tastes, but he IS very cute, and I'm crossing my fingers and hope his parents are in the embezzlement business. That would be so much fun, dating and marrying the son of criminals! Which I'll pretend not to know about his parents, because that'll make it better for dramatical effect when he tells me. Then I could file for an anullment or something. Isn't that what Janice did in that show we watched last night?" She asked thoughtfully, twirling a strand of her multi-coloured hair. "But anyway, I can't believe it either. Maybe I should dump him. What if he's frightfully boring, and you're in the restroom or something?! You KNOW what happens when I have a boring conversation on a date! Time skip!" She shrieked, gripping the wheel harder than she should. "Next time you see me, the date will be OVER!((Like, if nothing happens during a period of time in a soap, you know how they just skip to the end of the date scene when something interesting happens? Yeah )) And then... I'll probably be covered in soda or something and he'll apologise for some stupid thing he did during said time skip. So, K-chan, make sure not to go anywhere." Jelly said seriously. "I'll make it worth your while, I'll spike his hair myself whilst dancing or something. We're here! I'll go in, you come a minute and two seconds after me." She instructed, which was needless considering Kendracula had just done it a week ago.

"Synchronising watches.... I gotta run!" Geneva said hurriedly, getting out of the car and approaching the museum, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone exciting was coming. A nearby clown waved at her. She quickly saved a small and adorable child from getting kidnapped. And she surruptiously ate some of her noodles before spotting the ill-fated Irving. "IRVING!" She yelled, rushing him and grabbing his arm. "I was nearly robbed by muggers an hour ago! It was the coolest thing ever. You smell good." She babbled, dragging him along inside. The look on his face made it clear he wasn't used to..... Geneva's type. "Uh... are you ok-- thanks...? I think..." He managed while she continued talking on, and in between her babbles she managed to eat a whole package of noodles, which Irving never noticed.

 

[Kookaburra]

((Oh. My. Boozles. I'm actually posting!!!! Now I can pretend like I'm not scum! *howls* Kendra-san should've stoned me long ago, I'm awful ))

"Irving," Geneva finally spoke up. "Has two parents who are in the banking business. I know that's awfully boring for my usual tastes, but he IS very cute, and I'm crossing my fingers and hope his parents are in the embezzlement business. That would be so much fun, dating and marrying the son of criminals! Which I'll pretend not to know about his parents, because that'll make it better for dramatical effect when he tells me. Then I could file for an anullment or something. Isn't that what Janice did in that show we watched last night?" She asked thoughtfully, twirling a strand of her multi-coloured hair. "But anyway, I can't believe it either. Maybe I should dump him. What if he's frightfully boring, and you're in the restroom or something?! You KNOW what happens when I have a boring conversation on a date! Time skip!" She shrieked, gripping the wheel harder than she should. "Next time you see me, the date will be OVER!((Like, if nothing happens during a period of time in a soap, you know how they just skip to the end of the date scene when something interesting happens? Yeah )) And then... I'll probably be covered in soda or something and he'll apologise for some stupid thing he did during said time skip. So, K-chan, make sure not to go anywhere." Jelly said seriously. "I'll make it worth your while, I'll spike his hair myself whilst dancing or something. We're here! I'll go in, you come a minute and two seconds after me." She instructed, which was needless considering Kendracula had just done it a week ago.

"Synchronising watches.... I gotta run!" Geneva said hurriedly, getting out of the car and approaching the museum, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone exciting was coming. A nearby clown waved at her. She quickly saved a small and adorable child from getting kidnapped. And she surruptiously ate some of her noodles before spotting the ill-fated Irving. "IRVING!" She yelled, rushing him and grabbing his arm. "I was nearly robbed by muggers an hour ago! It was the coolest thing ever. You smell good." She babbled, dragging him along inside. The look on his face made it clear he wasn't used to..... Geneva's type. "Uh... are you ok-- thanks...? I think..." He managed while she continued talking on, and in between her babbles she managed to eat a whole package of noodles, which Irving never noticed.

(( OH!! YES!! I can write!! In case you read my post on the Dancing Hangman, I'll be travelling for like, a month, so posting will be erratic ... I probably won't have access for several days at least starting tomorrow, although I will eventually have some ... somewhere along the line ... ))​

Kookaburra snuck along the dark and dank alley, peering cautiously around at her surroundings - and always keeping an eye on the rather vibrant couple that it was her job to shadow that evening. The super (uber) spy's current location was directly across from the museum parking lot, and after a long moment contemplating the many uses and beauties of the concept of crossing the mentioned parking lot, KBurra donned her long zebra-striped gloves and strode boldly out, seemingly unconcerned with the possibility of being recognised by Irving (or his malicious cohorts, who were lurking about the place). "After all," intoned the girl to herself, "I am wearing six layers of varying colours of makeup, and I got my hair trimmed yesterday. OH! But I'm wearing this stupid goth wig that Geneva seems to have taken a fondness to." With that (and several more profound reflective comments), Kookaburra literally skipped up the museum steps and entered cautiously. It was a thursday night, so there was no fee ("SUCH a cheap date, this Irving. Or practical. I can't decide whether to be astonished at the indignity of a free date, or impressed with his financial savvy. After all, who wants a high-maintenance date?"), and with stealthy steps the spy stalked her prey, dodging around staring children and their parents ("What have I told you about not staring? It's rude," they were saying, cautiously looking at KBurra from the corners of their eyes.) while also searching for a water fountain to refill her very large water pistol.

Irving and Jelly turned a corner out of sight. Kookaburra carefully approached the turn, peeking around carefully and adopting a 'ready' position with her gun (she had made sure the safety was off previously). She was momentarily distracted by the sight of a well-known terrorist holding up the workers at the snack bar with an AK-47 he had somehow managed to sneak past the metal detectors. With no time for contemplation, Burra-chan donned her infra-red detecting sunglasses and took the terrorist out with several carefully placed moves. She allowed herself to be photographed (she was very careful to adopt a thoughtful pose for the children - "Don't do drugs!" she admonished them,) before returning to the hunt of Irving and Geneva. Her search would have been in vain, however, had not Jelly been leaving a noodle-trail, occasionally dropping a wrapper, or some seasoning - not wasting the noodles themselves. After half an hour of careful observation and tracking, KBurra caught up with the duo in time to see Irving on the receiving end of one of Geneva's solid punches.

Kookaburra quickly stepped in, firing her water pistol with deadly accuracy, blinding him with her lemon-water concoction ("He also needs the fruity scent," she would later tell Jelly) and then hurriedly whipping Jelly out of the line of fire. They rushed out of the building, frightening adults and children alike with their serious faces and quick movements. At long last Burra-chan pulled Jelly around the other side of a brick wall and in between gasps questioned her.

"WHAT went wrong THIS time?"

 

[jelly_bean]

(( OH!! YES!! I can write!! In case you read my post on the Dancing Hangman, I'll be travelling for like, a month, so posting will be erratic ... I probably won't have access for several days at least starting tomorrow, although I will eventually have some ... somewhere along the line ... ))​

Kookaburra snuck along the dark and dank alley, peering cautiously around at her surroundings - and always keeping an eye on the rather vibrant couple that it was her job to shadow that evening. The super (uber) spy's current location was directly across from the museum parking lot, and after a long moment contemplating the many uses and beauties of the concept of crossing the mentioned parking lot, KBurra donned her long zebra-striped gloves and strode boldly out, seemingly unconcerned with the possibility of being recognised by Irving (or his malicious cohorts, who were lurking about the place). "After all," intoned the girl to herself, "I am wearing six layers of varying colours of makeup, and I got my hair trimmed yesterday. OH! But I'm wearing this stupid goth wig that Geneva seems to have taken a fondness to." With that (and several more profound reflective comments), Kookaburra literally skipped up the museum steps and entered cautiously. It was a thursday night, so there was no fee ("SUCH a cheap date, this Irving. Or practical. I can't decide whether to be astonished at the indignity of a free date, or impressed with his financial savvy. After all, who wants a high-maintenance date?"), and with stealthy steps the spy stalked her prey, dodging around staring children and their parents ("What have I told you about not staring? It's rude," they were saying, cautiously looking at KBurra from the corners of their eyes.) while also searching for a water fountain to refill her very large water pistol.

Irving and Jelly turned a corner out of sight. Kookaburra carefully approached the turn, peeking around carefully and adopting a 'ready' position with her gun (she had made sure the safety was off previously). She was momentarily distracted by the sight of a well-known terrorist holding up the workers at the snack bar with an AK-47 he had somehow managed to sneak past the metal detectors. With no time for contemplation, Burra-chan donned her infra-red detecting sunglasses and took the terrorist out with several carefully placed moves. She allowed herself to be photographed (she was very careful to adopt a thoughtful pose for the children - "Don't do drugs!" she admonished them,) before returning to the hunt of Irving and Geneva. Her search would have been in vain, however, had not Jelly been leaving a noodle-trail, occasionally dropping a wrapper, or some seasoning - not wasting the noodles themselves. After half an hour of careful observation and tracking, KBurra caught up with the duo in time to see Irving on the receiving end of one of Geneva's solid punches.

Kookaburra quickly stepped in, firing her water pistol with deadly accuracy, blinding him with her lemon-water concoction ("He also needs the fruity scent," she would later tell Jelly) and then hurriedly whipping Jelly out of the line of fire. They rushed out of the building, frightening adults and children alike with their serious faces and quick movements. At long last Burra-chan pulled Jelly around the other side of a brick wall and in between gasps questioned her.

"WHAT went wrong THIS time?"

((It's all good, please take ALL the time you need I'll miss you desperately, though, and shall weep for your and "Burra-chan" until you can reply to my post, lol.... I am still bowled over with laughter just THINKING about Kendracula's outfit! So much, so crazy!! ))

Geneva had gone through a slight time skip, and was thoroughly depressed, for she had found herself staring cross-eyed at her date. He was kissing her! Vague memories of the words, "I want to kiss you as much as my mother is... um... my mother" came floating back, but otherwise the time skip had left her clueless. When the romanticle moment had ended, she gave a gasp. "What just happened? I recall nothing!" Irving shot back, "I don't know, but that kiss tasted like ramen noodles! I hate ramen noodles!"
"BLASPHEMY!" She shrieked, not hesitating to give Irving her rock-hard punch of doom. "YOU DARE TALK DOWN THE MIGHTY NOODLE? GET LOST!" Thankfully, her reinforcements of....... Kendracula........ came just in time. Ignoring his shouts of pain with the lemon in his eyes, she allowed herself to be dragged along with her best friend. Crying profusely without a smidgen of her carefully applied makeup getting out of place, she rubbed away some of her tears with a yellow jelly bean embroidered handkerchief.

"He said I tasted like a noodle. Ramen noodles. And he HATES ramen noodles! Oh why oh why did this have to happen to me? I've loved him for 5 years, and such a great rift will not soon be forgotten...... OH MY GOSH! I just remembered, it's time for the cue. Well, not the cue, but I need to have a brush with death right now, the people upstairs said so." Adjusting the large orange tiara on her head(which matched perfectly with her now orange fingernails) she marched outside and amazingly avoided being hit by a randomly appearing dagger! It was stupendous. "Anyway, where was I? Won't be forgotten. It's so terrible! He was my one and only love! I shall die of a broken heart!" Geneva wailed, throwing her arms around her oober spy friend and sobbing loudly and unconvincingly.

 

[Kookaburra]

Crying profusely without a smidgen of her carefully applied makeup getting out of place, she rubbed away some of her tears with a yellow jelly bean embroidered handkerchief.

"He said I tasted like a noodle. Ramen noodles. And he HATES ramen noodles! Oh why oh why did this have to happen to me? I've loved him for 5 years, and such a great rift will not soon be forgotten...... OH MY GOSH! I just remembered, it's time for the cue. Well, not the cue, but I need to have a brush with death right now, the people upstairs said so." Adjusting the large orange tiara on her head(which matched perfectly with her now orange fingernails) she marched outside and amazingly avoided being hit by a randomly appearing dagger! It was stupendous. "Anyway, where was I? Won't be forgotten. It's so terrible! He was my one and only love! I shall die of a broken heart!" Geneva wailed, throwing her arms around her oober spy friend and sobbing loudly and unconvincingly.

Kookaburra adopted an astonished and outraged pose at her friend's declaration of Irving's disastrous accusation. "He hates Ramen noodles? The lad's a scoundrel! A cad! A wee niblet!" Unbeknownst to her, KBurra had slipped back into her native tongue of Irish Gibberish, which she had perfected and raised to the level of an art in her homeland(s) of Transylollipop, that distant and mysterious country which no living man had ever seen (and only thirty-two women had been blessed by visiting). In any case, Kookaburra found herself brandishing the randomly appearing dagger with a look of fierce revenge upon her face - albeit, somewhat altered by the six layers of random colours of makeup, and the outlandishly long black goth wig that Jelly had insisted she wear for the occasion.

"And OH! How frightful!" She cried in total fright as the randomly appearing dagger caused Jelly yet another brush with death (it was her fifth, for the day), and rather warily allowed Geneva to throw her sobbing self into her zebra gloved arms. "Yes, yes, Irving is a callow youth who deserves to learn the meaning of popcorn. YES, popcorn. No, don't give me that look, it never suited you. Stick with the little lost princess one, that accentuates your eyes. No, I do believe it is time that we teach Irving and his underhanded cohorts what PAIN a real woman (and her best friend) can make them feel." Striking a heroically noble posture, KBurra stepped away from Jelly - who was, by now, regrouping her serenity - and summoned the death-defying glow and some sour gummy worms from a hidden pocket.

"Your one and only love has betrayed you, Geneva, and it is my duty as your bestest super (uber) spy friend to make him PAY. Stand back, young one, and let the professional handle this!" A mop and a bucket of soapy water materialised in KBurra - now Kendracula's - hands, smelling vaguely of watermelon chewing gum and ancient paper. Armed and prepared, Kendracula strode resolutely back in the direction of the museum - and Irving the Irritating.

 

[jelly_bean]

Kookaburra adopted an astonished and outraged pose at her friend's declaration of Irving's disastrous accusation. "He hates Ramen noodles? The lad's a scoundrel! A cad! A wee niblet!" Unbeknownst to her, KBurra had slipped back into her native tongue of Irish Gibberish, which she had perfected and raised to the level of an art in her homeland(s) of Transylollipop, that distant and mysterious country which no living man had ever seen (and only thirty-two women had been blessed by visiting). In any case, Kookaburra found herself brandishing the randomly appearing dagger with a look of fierce revenge upon her face - albeit, somewhat altered by the six layers of random colours of makeup, and the outlandishly long black goth wig that Jelly had insisted she wear for the occasion.

"And OH! How frightful!" She cried in total fright as the randomly appearing dagger caused Jelly yet another brush with death (it was her fifth, for the day), and rather warily allowed Geneva to throw her sobbing self into her zebra gloved arms. "Yes, yes, Irving is a callow youth who deserves to learn the meaning of popcorn. YES, popcorn. No, don't give me that look, it never suited you. Stick with the little lost princess one, that accentuates your eyes. No, I do believe it is time that we teach Irving and his underhanded cohorts what PAIN a real woman (and her best friend) can make them feel." Striking a heroically noble posture, KBurra stepped away from Jelly - who was, by now, regrouping her serenity - and summoned the death-defying glow and some sour gummy worms from a hidden pocket.

"Your one and only love has betrayed you, Geneva, and it is my duty as your bestest super (uber) spy friend to make him PAY. Stand back, young one, and let the professional handle this!" A mop and a bucket of soapy water materialised in KBurra - now Kendracula's - hands, smelling vaguely of watermelon chewing gum and ancient paper. Armed and prepared, Kendracula strode resolutely back in the direction of the museum - and Irving the Irritating.

((I am ready to roll! Here goes nothing..... really!))

"Yes, he HATES them! And he those things, whatever they are!" She wailed squeakily. Geneva never could understand Kendra when she spoke one of her illustrious native tongues unless there happened to be subtitles nearby. Unfortunately this time there were none. So she just had to be satisfied with the ever entertaining fierce look of her rainbow-y makeup friend. Pulling a tissue out of a discarded candy wrapper that she had in her pocket, she daintily dabbed her eyes. After the near death episode and more hysterics, the dramatic scene continued. "P.... popcorn? Oh but K-sama((I think that's like, the most highly respected suffix the Japanese have. For like, elders or really noble/high class people. Means master or lord or something of that sort)) are you SURE? I wrote an article about the meaning of popcorn once and managed to injure 23 gerbils! 23! Of course, they were stupid to read such a thing, but they have to do SOMETHING when drinking the morning or mid-afternoon coffee! But Kendracula, I thought the lost princess look gave me wrinkles... but I suppose I can do it, so long as my eyes are ACCENTUATED!" At this, Jelly shook her fist and beamed victoriously for no reason known but to herself and maybe a Victorian heiress in Transylollipop. Her pose was that of said heiress, although it had no meaning or connection.

"You're a professional at making people pay TOO?! I thought you only were a professional sculpter and coffee drinker!" She cried, grabbing and shaking Kookaburra so fiercely it misplaced her lovely black wig. "But how can this be that my best friend of 37 years be working for the IRS? Oh what a world!" She cried, nearly upsetting the fern that had attached itself to her. "Oh be careful, Stella!(for Geneva knew K-san was in Stella mode) He could be dangerous! Anybody with an IQ over 114 is dangerous!" Jelly said emphatically, putting on her headphones and turned on Mission Impossible music, although she could hardly hear it with Tell Me What You Want(by Spice Girls) blaring out of the museum.

Yanking off her earphones, she chased after her friend. "Do you need my help? Do you think you'll... make it through?! And can I have your hot pink miniskirt if you don't?"