" And this is where we record all of our content. " A young Molly clutched her mothers hand, looking around at all the equipment. She had never seen a place so big before, it was as if she were in a castle, and she was the princess.
" Certainly not a place for a 4 year old, " Mr. Gentilella muttered under his breath. Mrs. Gentilella nodded in agreement with her husband. Molly carefully let go off her mother's hand, wandering around the studio. People rushed around, their hands filled with paper, if not, coffee mugs. Lights and cameras were scattered around every nook and cranny of the studio as wires ran along the floor.
" Here's a copy of the new script! " Someone shouted, pushing past Molly, causing her to stumble backwards. She collapsed into someone, who fell along with her.
" Oof! " He said, landing on his rear. Molly stared at him, reaching out towards his blue hair. She had never seen anything like it, well, beside her vibrant pink hair. The little boy rubbed his head, smiling at the girl, revealing his missing two front teeth. Molly giggled, pointing to his teeth. He laughed along with Molly, waving his stuffed puppy.
" Molly! Molly! There you are sweetie! " Mrs. Gentilella rushed over to her daughter, carefully stopping her up into her arms.
" Gil! Come here you little sneaky boy, you! " A woman picked up the little boy at the same time, tickling his belly.
" Gilly! " Molly giggled, reaching out towards Gil. Mrs. Gentilella laughed, " Come one Molly, let's get home. " She waved goodbye to the woman who had been carrying Gil. Molly looked back, hoping to see Gil, but instead locating his stuffed puppy.
" Gilly! " Molly struggled out of her mom's grasp, waddling over to the puppy. Mrs. Gentilella raced after her adventurous daughter. " Aw, the little boy must have dropped this, " She muttered, picking up the puppy. Molly snatched it from her mom, holding it tightly to her chest. Mrs. Gentilella laughed, joining her husband at the front entrance of the studio.
" Come on Molly, let's go home, " Mr. Gentilella tole his daughter, who was already fast asleep, the little stuffed puppy placed gently at her side.