Mo had Atticus, Cherry, and Patch meet up with her as she soon had a suitcase and looked like she was going away.
"So, you're leaving?" Patch asked.
"It's only for a little bit," Mo explained. "I'm helping someone move into their new home."
"That's nice." Atticus smiled.
"You sure you'll be okay without me?" Mo asked. "I just wanna make sure Blythe moves okay, I'm not even sure if she knows about it. James said that Roger's kinda... Well... How do I put this?"
"Characteristic?" Cherry guessed.
"Well, that's one way to put it..." Mo replied. "Don't worry, you guys will be fine without me or Angel."
"Call me?" Atticus asked while Cherry rolled her eyes to that.
"Of course." Mo smiled to him.
"We'll miss you." Patch said.
"Miss you guys too," Angel replied. "Maybe you can come with us the next time?"
"Maybe..." Cherry replied back.
Suddenly, a car with a trailer behind it pulled up and the driver honked the horn.
"That's me, I'll see you guys later." Mo told the others as she soon went to join her uncle and cousin.
Everyone waved as Angel and Mo left and got into the car. Mo buckled up and smiled to the other girl in the car as she was drawing in a sketchpad and the man began to drive them to a place called Downtown City. She then smiled at the girl's designs when she could see them.
"It's so good to see you, Monique." The man smiled.
"Please, call me Mo, Uncle Roger." Mo told the man.
"Ah, right, Mo," The man nodded. "I have a sister named Mo."
"That's nice." Mo smiled.
Roger's daughter seemed a little distant. Angel fell asleep on the floor of the car as Roger drove them to Downtown City. Mo stared out the window as she took a look at Roger and Blythe's new home.
"Blythe!" Roger called to his daughter.
"Yeah, Dad?" Blythe replied, unenthusiastically.
"I'm so excited!" Roger beamed. "How about you? Aren't you looking forward to getting settled into our new place?"
"NSM, Dad." Blythe sighed.
Mo didn't know what that meant, and neither did Roger.
"'NSM'..." Roger repeated with a chuckle until he pondered what that meant.
"'Not so much'." Blythe told him.
"You know what they always say, Blythe; a move to a new home is your big adventure." Mo said.
"Well, I do love adventures..." Blythe admitted with a small smile. "Though, I kinda wish Dad didn't just spring this move on me, and I could say something about it. I hate surprises."
"You know, I love surprises," Roger smiled to his daughter. "You have to understand, honey... It's a great place, in a good school district, and I had to act fast. Ah, I know! You love adventures. Maybe you can think of this as a... Great adventure! Come on, Blythe. Have I ever steered you wrong?"
Mo soon looked at Blythe for an answer. Roger begins to drive on the sidewalk, eventually down into the subway tunnels and ends up on the back of a car delivery truck
"Oh, shoot!" Mo yelped while holding onto Angel.
Angel yelled out, but Blythe could only hear barks, for right now anyway.
"Dad!" Blythe cried out. "Turn! Turn!"
"Turn it up?" Roger smiled, thinking she meant the radio. "Oh, okay!"
"No, she said turn!" Mo told him.
Roger then saw what was going on and they ended up in a motorist's vehicle with other unused cars.
"Hey!" The driver glared. "Watch where you're driving, buddy!"
"It's okay!" Roger replied. "I'm a pilot!"
"Great adventure, Dad." Blythe deadpanned, in both sarcasm and terror.
Angel began to pant out of fear.
"It's okay, girl, it's okay." Mo soothed her dog.
Angel nuzzled up against Mo for comfort.
"Well, here we are," Roger smiled once he stopped driving. "Home sweet home."
"Oh, finally." Mo said.
"What the huh...?" Blythe blinked.
Mo and Angel soon came out with her to see the new house, only, it wasn't exactly a house.
"You guys are moving into a pet shop?" Mo asked.
"'Littlest Pet Shop'," Roger read the sign aloud before looking to the moving men and went to go help them. "Huh, didn't notice that before. Hm. Hey, guys! It's the top apartment!"
"Um, that's nice." Mo commented as she looked around with Angel.
Angel sniffed a presence and soon growled as she didn't like it. Behind Mo and Blythe were a pair of twins, one had black hair and the other had white hair. Angel didn't like those girls.
"Oh!" Blythe gasped at the twins. "Sorry, you startled me."
"Yeah, that happens." The black-haired twin said.
"A lot." The white-haired twin added.
Angel began to growl at the twins.
"Ugh, like, what is your problem?" The twins glared at Angel like she was the problem.
"Heh... Sorry..." Mo smiled nervously, though she knew these twins had to be bad if Angel didn't like them. "Angel sometimes has to get to know new people before trusting them."
"Blythe Style?" The black-haired twin asked, seeing Blythe's notebook.
"So, your name is Blythe Style?" The white-haired twin added.
"No, it's Blythe Baxter, and this is my cousin, Mo Brown, and her dog Angel." Blythe replied.
"And who are you two?" Mo asked the twins.
"I'm Whittany Biskit." The black-haired twin said.
"And I'm, like, Brittany Biskit." The white-haired twin added.
"We're twins." The twins then concluded, obviously.
"We can tell." Mo said.
"Are you gonna, like, live here?" Brittany asked.
"That's what I've been told." Blythe shrugged.
"Ah, too bad," Whittany said. "This building is..."
"...Lame," Brittany added. "Are those your clothes?"
"Yeah, why?" Mo glared.
"Hm. Well, obviously you need some new ones, so, if you wanna go shopping with us..." Whittany started.
"...We'll, like, let you." Brittany added.
'Wow, these two are so annoying and I can already tell they're evil and mean.' Mo thought to herself.
Angel glared to Brittany and Whittany as she hated them as much as Mo did already.
"I, uh... Have to do anything else," Blythe nervously told the twins. "I mean, uh... I have... a lot of unpacking to do. So... Thanks, but no."
"Excuse me?" Whittany glared. "FYI, Blythe, we've never been told 'no'."
"And, OMG, now that it's just happened," Brittany added. "I don't think we particularly, like, like it."
Roger was soon heard cooing over the little pets inside the shop. Angel went over to see the pets. The Biskit twins made of Blythe for her father's behavior. Angel smiled to the pets which were a fashionable dog, a panda bear, a skunk, a mongoose, either a hedgehog or a porcupine, a monkey, and a gecko. Mo could already tell the animals were friendly.
"Hey, Blythe!" Brittany called out in a mocking tone. "You might wanna tell your father not to get used to those pets!"
"Yeah!" Whittany added. "Littlest Pet Shop won't be around much longer!"
Mo wondered what those evil twins meant.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Blythe groaned to her father.
"Just saying hello!" Roger smiled as he made noises to the little pets.
Angel began to feel embarrassed for Blythe.
"Well, just say goodbye!" Blythe begged.
"Please." Mo begged.
"Bye." Roger pouted to the pets.
They soon moved up to the top floor of the pet shop which was like an apartment.
"Well, what do you think of our new crib, Blythe?" Roger asked his daughter, trying to sound cool.
Mo could already tell that wasn't cool.
"Dad, nobody says 'crib' anymore," Blythe sighed. "Unless you really mean 'crib', as in, for babies."
"So, heheh, most of these are for your room, 'K, hon?" Roger replied.
"Sure, Dad." Blythe nodded.
"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you talking to a couple of girls out there," Roger smiled, referring to the Biskit Twins. "Make some new friends?"
"I doubt they're her new friends." Mo said.
"Yeah, those girls were pretty terrible." Blythe agreed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Blythey." Roger pouted.
"No worries, I mean, I guess every town has 'em." Blythe shrugged about the mean girls.
"True that." Mo nodded.
"Twins?" Roger asked.
"No, Uncle Roger, mean girls..." Mo replied. "Trust me, there was a vicious mean girl in this new school I went to, but, we're all friends now..." she then smiled.
"That's good." Roger smiled.
"Maybe you'll be friends with Whittany and Brittany too." Mo said to Blythe.
"I don't think any time soon, but thanks, Mo." Blythe smiled to the support.
"I doubt those two will ever be nice." Angel told Mo, referring to the Biskit twins.
"I really like your dog, she sounds helpful," Blythe told Mo as she pet Angel. "Oh, I wish I could talk to animals."
"Well, we've all had those kinds of girls back in my day, I'm just glad you aren't one, Blythe." Roger smiled.
"A twin?" Blythe asked out of confusion.
"No, a mean girl." Roger chuckled.
"I agree." Mo said, referring to what Roger said.
"Me too, Dad." Blythe lightly chuckled.
Roger soon left the girls alone to unpack. Mo brought out a picture of Atticus since she missed him already.
"Is that your boyfriend?" Blythe asked.
"Yeah." Mo nodded.
"He sure looks handsome and strong." Blythe commented.
"Oh, he sure is." Mo chuckled.
They soon heard something going on downstairs.
"What was that?" Blythe wondered as she took out a guitar from one box.
"Not sure." Mo said.
The two girls listened closely and even Angel did. Mo soon tried to open a window, but then saw it was only a dumbwaiter which made the noise come louder.
"That music!" Blythe beamed. "It's calling me! Luring me, even! I can resist no longer!"
"How do we use this?" Angel asked.
"Come on, Angel, hop in." Mo told her dog.
Angel soon came between the girls as they climbed into the dumbwaiter and there seemed to be room enough for all of them.
"Now this is an adventure!" Blythe smiled before closing the door and having them go down inside of it.
"This should be easy." Angel said.
"Ugh, it's like a dust-bunny convention in here." Blythe complained about the mess.
A spider then crawled down, startling the girls.