How it did so, however, was a secret she was willing to take to her grave.
Origami only translated so well into modelling clay, but her companions hardly seemed to mind. She had already made little figurines of the three of them and allowed them to bake in the sun. They were lumpy and crude and only really differentiated from each other by their heights and sizes; hers was naturally the tallest, and her attempts to form the Aimless Renegade's truly endowed head spike granted by his police tape had ended in his figurine being spiky all over. The Wandering Vagabond actually came out well, not possessing lumps or spikes of any kind. The end effect was that he appeared naked at all times.
The three used their little toys to play together in Can Town, the citizenry temporarily taking the shape of buildings they pretended to wander in and out of. The cans didn't seem to mind; after all, they were cans. Today's adventure seemed to be some manner of squabble at the Town Hall; it seemed someone had stolen all of the Mayor's clothes again. A very common crime. The ladies simply could not contain themselves around such a suave and handsome leader, AR and PM had been assured over and over.
Aimless Renegade had taken it upon himself to act as the Mayor's bodyguard until he was no longer naked. Truly he was dedicated to his job as judge, but he'd been convinced (by himself) that the best way to handle crime was to prevent it, and the ONLY way to do that was to point a gun directly in its face. It was a plan that hadn't failed him yet.
Except for every time the Mayor's clothes had been taken.
PM was smiling inwardly while quickly fondling more of the clay in her hands, a small amount this time. She carefully looped it around a finger, flattening it as best she could. This had the effect of making it longer than she intended...but was afraid trying to remove some of the clay would break the loop. So she ended her experiment with a clay band that was much too long.
Through the cover of shadows, the mail lady makes her rounds, her sacred duty kept far from the prying eyes of the massive mob outside Town Hall, hoping to see the handsome and illustrious mayor in the buff. It is unfortunate for them, then, that no special delivery goes undelivered while the Parcel Mistress is on the case! PM carefully retrieved the small figurine of Wayward Vagabond while he steepled his fingers and visibly fretted. The brand new mayoral sash was draped over the figurine...quickly falling to just drape over PM's fingers. She simply looped it around, looking enough like the bandages WV himself wore to suffice as clothing, and placed the proud new statue on the front stoop of town hall to bake and harden to the oohs and awes of the many, pebble-shaped spectators.
Wayward Vagabond gleefully shook one of her hands with both of his, making her blue hat rattle back and forth. She raised her other hand, promising that it was all in a day's work, and she was happy to do her duty. There would be no embarrassing snapshots of the mayor today, or any other day!
AR kicked a pebble that had stuck its tongue out at him.