“I said domestic uniFORMS, Coco, not uniCORNS! The plan was to infiltrate the resort at Crystal Crevice Creek disguised as femmes de ménage, just like Madame de Boneville taught us.”
“Missy, there were metal snaps in that dryer! I couldn’t even hear myself think over all the clanking, let alone what you were saying. Who’s wearing things with metal snaps these days anyways? Well, these corn-fed unicorns are ours for the rest of the week, so we might as well make use of them.”
“What do you suggest we do, besides get you some Q-Tips to clean the cobwebs out of your temporal bones?”
“We switch to Plan B.”
“What Plan B?! Something insane like aerial reconnaissance over Crystal Crevice?!”
“Exactly.”
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