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"Whoever came up with that really not cool thought about making a competition without using our powers," Plagg ranted angrily, struggling with tying up the laces on his slippers, "deserves to be tortured with a tickling for straight an hour."
"What's wrong with it?" Mullo asked confusingly. "Just look at those little costumes and things that the Guardian made to us, look how pretty those clothes look on us!"
"Said the short kwami who took the shortest stick when we were deciding who chooses their costume first..." Tikki mumbled, looking with envy at white shorts with a pink shirt and white sneakers.
"Who are you calling short?!" Mullo immediately flew up in the air, looking angrily at the red kwami. "Let me remind you who went crazy some centuries ago when they thought that even the height of you and Plagg should be balanced which led to..."
"Okay, okay, don't argue, you both," Wayzz again calmed down two rival kwamis whose rivalry only increased after Marinette used Mouse Miraculous. "I meant to ask Plagg, though. Why are you tying up slippers?"
"Just because I lost at picking the costumes, I won't lose in the running only because my slippers slipped in the most important moment," Plagg huffed again, finally finding the right knot he searched for.
"Alright, I think we're ready," Wayzz looked around all the kwamis, checking that all of them were fully dressed and prepared. "To win the race you need to run and think because during the run you will face the challenges and a lot of them are on thinking. I wish you good luck and remember: no cheating!"