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A little girl, short, roughly about 5 years old, wandered into the empty room of Circus Baby's, her ginger curls bouncing as she eagerly bounced toward the stage. There stood the 7 ft animatronic with reddish orange pigtails and a shiny red nose with red cheeks. Her stomach hatch opened and there was a single vanilla ice cream cone on a claw.
“I don't know why Daddy won't let me see you.. You're wonderful!”
The little girl grabbed the cone and looked around the room, unaware of what was just about to happen.
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“Where did the other children go..?”
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“Oh my.. MICHAEL! HURRY UP, I CANNOT AFFORD TO BE LATE BECAUSE YOU CANT GET READY FAST ENOUGH!”
Michael - “FINE! Geez.. you can't wait another minute, old man?”
“Excuse me, I am your father and I deserve respect.”
The oldest, who's name appears to be Michael, rolls his eyes. His left arm reaching up to run his fingers through his ragged fluffy mullet in a dark brown color, sparing hints of caramel highlights. He's what you would call the normal angsty teen in the 80s. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention...! Welcome to Hurricane, Utah, 1980! 1983, to be precise.... The year everything went downhill. Let's check back in with the family, shall we?
“Just.. get in the car. I'm gonna go get your brother.”
Michael, ever the charmer, does his signature eye roll before stepping outside and hopping inside his father's Purple car, where his "mother" was already waiting for him in the passenger seat.
"God, I hate today already.”
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