While Digby was living it up at his new Happy Home Showcase job, Isabelle was unemployed and poor. She hadn't a clue what to do with her life. She studied politics (and failed), but there was no way she'd become the president of Saturn like she always dreamed of. Perhaps a smaller position, she thought, biting the top of her cute, pink pen. But then again, politics were a complicated subject. Maybe she'd study to work at McDonalds instead. It would be much more time efficient than to finish college. Ah, but no, the yellow shih tzu mused. I'd probably just eat all the food!
When scavenging for food that afternoon, Isabelle came face-to-face with a poster. On that very paper, there was the great Tortimer, pointing at the reader. He was the mayor of the infamous town, My Butt. She looked up to him, as it was hard to believe such an old toot could manage the rambunctous town. The young woman read the large letters.
New Secretary Needed for My Butt!
No Skill Required!
Accepting 2:00 to 6:00pm EST on June 9, 2013
"Perfect!" Isabelle exlaimed cheerfully, wagging her fluffy yellow tail. "It's a career in the fancy politics category, and I don't have any skills! I better make an alarm for tommorow..."
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"Miss Shizue?" said an old, cracked voice, with Isabelle entering the Town Hall with her cheap work clothes and her hair in a cute updo.
"Hellooooo, Mr. Mayor!" the young woman perked up, as her sweet, sparkling eyes caught sight of an office chair.
Round and around went Isabelle.
"WHEE!"