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Monday Afternoon - OrangeShoeSevenAide (31 Mallard Way, Formerly The Emporium)

Jerry and Jerry had found many interesting items! And they were sitting on crates and boxes in pretty rows.

The building was very nice. There was room in the basement to make stalls for the donkeys! They both agreed this was a very good thing, as neither remembered that the donkeys had drowned. It was probably for the best, as neither of them made the stalls anyway.

And so they turned on every light they could find and flushed the toilet in the basement three times and pressed their faces against the door, watching people walk by and shouting at them.

"Come innnnnn!"
"Why don't you come innnnn?"
"It is a stooooooooore!"
"We have a very lovely store!"
"Come innnnnn!"
"Why don't you come innnnnn?"

OrangeShoeSevenAide was officially open.

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Stand on the sidewalk and stare at the crazy!

This is exactly what Annette was doing. Gawking. She was on her way back from the Photo Shop when she saw this new...store.

The shouting people within were scary her a little.

"Jerry! She is watching us, Jerry!"

"Jerry! Can she hear us?"

"Jerry! She is in my mind!"

"We will think quieter! And she will not hear us!"

Both Jerries stared at Annette, lips pursed, eyes boggling.

Annette stepped back and clutched her pocketbook to her chest, an automatic reaction in the face of crazy fear.

But it was like she couldn't look away. It was like one of those grizzly horror shoes that scared you so bad, but your eyes bugged out and you sat on the edge of your seat, watching intently.

"Jerry," one Jerry whispered. "Is she gone?"

Both were still staring at her.

Oh dear heavens who in the world?

Annette narrowed her eyes and stepped closer to the glass, then she suddenly yelled and made a funny face at them and took off running.

Both Jerries screamed. And flailed! And waved their arms and ran in a circle.

Then they hid under one of the crates for twenty minutes hoping the strange psychic demon girl would go away.

Then they forgot why they were under there and began counting the number of ants on the floor.

Sokka was still pulling his piece of the candy bar all the way across Fandom.

*HEAVE*

*HEAVE*

*HEAVE*

*stop*

*stare*

*gawk*

"Jerry! Look! He is pregnant!"

Both Jerries stared.

"But that is impossible, Jerry!"

"It is a miracle, Jerry!"

"A miracle!"

Both applauded.

While Sokka was, in fact, proud of his accomplishment in dragging the chocolate this far, the clapping was awfully unnerving. The... people... were unnerving. The STORE was unnerving.

He sighed, waved at them with a big, stupid grin on his face, and started pulling faster.

"Pregnant boy!" they shouted. "Pregnant boy! Do you need a seat?"

"You should sit dooooown!"

"Come in and sit doooooown!"

"Can we pet your baby?"

"We will name it Edgar!"

"Unless it's a boy!"

"You scare me!" Sokka shouted, as he pulled the candy bar on around the corner.

"I wonder if the baby will look like me?" Jerry asked.

Tyler paused by the store. "What do you SELL?" he shouted back.

"We have armadillos!" said one Jerry.

"Tell him about the armadillos, Jerry!" said the other.

"We have armadillos which are purple."

"They aren't real armadillos."

"They aren't fake ones either!"

"We have no armadillos whatsoever!"

"Come innnn!"

Tyler had to come in after an invitation like that. He stood gawking at the junk in the shop. "What about green armadillos?" he finally ventured.

"We have no green armadillos," one Jerry admitted.

"They weren't ripe yet."

"We sent them away!"

"We sent them away because they weren't ripe yet."

"We sent them away because they were prrrrricks!"

"Never trust an armadillo! They are liars!"

"And they can read your mind!"

The two looked around suspiciously. Then glanced back at Tyler.

"You should come innnn!" one Jerry announced. Even though Tyler was very clearly already inside of the store.

"Yes! Come in at once!" the other Jerry added.

Tyler hopped to demonstrate how very in-the-store he was. "I thought it was raccoons that could read your mind," he said.

he was wondering if the owners had ever been in a fight. They sounded like they might have been hit a few times too many.

"Raccoons," said one Jerry, leaning in a bit, "are spies sent from the government."

"The government is after us."

"It isn't because of anything we burned down."

"Except that it might be."

"But it wouldn't be our fault."

"The raccoons tricked us!"

They stared at him again.

"Are you working with the government?"

"Jerry! Is he a spy, Jerry?!"

IF YOU DARE.

Artoo was zipping past, as Artoo sometimes did.

He rolled into the shop and tweetled inquisitively.

If it sounded a bit like "what the hell?" that was totally coincidence.

Jerry and Jerry stared at the droid who had just entered their store.

"It is the government, Jerry!"

"They have found us, Jerry!"

"Nooooooooooooo!"

The two screamed for a moment. Then looked at the droid again.

"Come innnnn!"

"Come in to our store!"

Artoo, with an internal electronic shrug, came into the store.

All said, they weren't really any stranger than Jar-Jar had been.

"Our first customer, Jerry!"

"We should make him feel welcome, Jerry!"

"Would you like some shoes? We have many shoes." This was probably not true.

"Shoes especially for strange little robot things like yourself!"

"Yes! Shoes that were waiting here, for you!"

They looked at one another again, then at the droid.

"Come innnnn!"

"Come in to our store!"

They looked at the (very clearly already in their store) droid and grinned. Very brightly.

(OOC: HEE.)

Artoo blatted something out, then rolled practically onto their toes and extended a claw to pick up the nearest damp thing.

Oooh. Rusty screw. Awesome.

"Jerry! He is stealing our telephone!"

"Drop our telephone at once!"

"Thief!"

"Thief!"

They stared at him for a moment.

"Jerry! It is my dog, Spleen!"

"Jerry! Your dog is dead!"

"I know, Jerry!"

"Good dog! Good dog!"

Artoo let out a low whistle and began backing away from the crazy.

He was still holding onto the screw, though.

"Jerry!" one Jerry gasped. "Your dog speaks French!"

"Bad French dog!"

"Bad French dog!"

Artoo made an irritated electronic snorting sound and debated pulling out his taser on these two.

He decided instead to give them a piece of his droid-y mind.

Screeches and clicks filled the air as Artoo bolted for the door.

"Steve!" one Jerry shouted. "Steve, you are a very bad dog!"

"Jerry, your dog has stolen our telephone!"

Both Jerries watched Artoo roll towards the door.

"Wait! Jerry! It is perfect! Spot will keep the phone and he will call us with it!"

"Perhaps he will teach us French!"

"Perhaps he will! That will helps us a great deal, here in Mexico!"

Both waved at Artoo's back. "Goodbye, Sam!" called one.

"Take care, Simon!" called the other.

"We'll miss you!"

It might be needed!

omg, I am dying laughing over here! Thanks so much!

Me too! Thank you for stopping!

I couldn't help myself! Hee! Next time Annette might be brave enough to venture in!

YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME AT ORANGESHOESEVENAIDE. PLEASE COME AGAIN.

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Monday Afternoon - OrangeShoeSevenAide (31 Mallard Way, Formerly The Emporium)

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