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Countryside

The weather was becoming too intense for myself and for my car. Drops of nature's liquid were pouring from above while I was entering the farmlands of Los Angeles. Large farmlands were divided by fences, protecting the crops. This was bad for me, considering finding a place for shelter. The material of the steering wheel started to trench away in my hands, meaning I needed to hurry. A kart made entirely out of candy meeting rain didn't mix.

"A tree!" I exclaimed.

A tall shady tree stood next to someone's farmhouse. The lights were off, meaning either the people were away or asleep. My twinkies were betting that the people were sleeping. I parked my car off of the dirty driveway and climbed the tree. Unlike the candy cane trees in my world, the new shelter I chose felt rough. Rough, but sort of sticky. I climbed until I felt the biggest branch. Green leaves concealed my appearance as a bolt of lightning flashed the whole area.

"This will be a LONG night." I said, getting ready to sleep.

Rain continued to pour on me, but it became less due to leaves above catching the drops. I re sted my back against the rough plant and drifted off into the pit of slumber.

The Next Morning

Penny's POV

"BUZZ! BUZZ!"

The obnoxious alarm awakened everyone in the room. The day had officially begun, but it was going to be a school day. I slammed my hand on the rectangular button to stop the buzzing and shook my head to shake my head to blow away the remaining sleep.

"Mmmmm, morning." I moaned.

I removed the blankets covering me and made my way to the bathroom. Nothing like a warm shower to get ready for school. For any day!

Dining Room: Half Hour Later

"Morning, Mom!" I called out while going down the stairs.

I entered the Dining Room where Mom was watching the medium sized television. The news was on with a report about some kind of robbery that happened last night. I went to make my coffee while the reporters were talking.

"For those who are joining us,, two robbers were found injured at Litwak's Family..."

My attention got sucked towards the television after the arcade was mentioned. The same arcade I went to last night for some fun. A video was then played, revealing how the criminals were stopped. Everything seemed typical coming from a security camera, but then the scene flickered a brief second. All of a sudden, one of the robbers started screaming in pain as the camera came back. A random little girl in a go-kart was suddenly shown crushing the robber in the back where the old school games were. Ironically, the girl looked exactly like the character I chose when I was playing Sugar Rush last night. She even had an exact duplicate of one of the character's go-karts.

"What kind of girl goes in an arcade at nine at night?" My mom responded.

That was a really good question. Last I checked, Litwak's Arcade closed at eight, but the video footage said that the event happened at 9:30pm. If the arcade was closed, then how did the little girl get in the building with the car? Pieces of glass weren't visible at the screen.

"Knock! Knock!"

Bolt started barking at the door, defending the family as I consoled my dog. I opened the door and spotted two cops standing on the porch. A duo of a white cop and a black one stood at the door, wanting some help.

"Hello Officers!" I greeted the police.

"Are you Penny Forrester?" The black cop asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"I'm Marc Souza and this is is Riley Johnson. We're here to ask you some questions." The white man told me.

"O-ok." I nodded.

"May we come in?" Riley asked.

"Sure." I answered.

I allowed the cops to enter the house, wondering about questions I was going to get. I had done nothing wrong in my life so far and I know I wasn't gonna start now. I maybe a celebrity, but I'm not as bad as Miley Cyrus or Lindsey Lohan. Those girls seriously lost their cools years ago. If it was about the robbery last night, the LAPD must be crazy.

"Mom, the police are here!" I called out.

"The police?!" My mom shrieked.

"Don't worry Mrs. Forrester! We're just here to ask your daughter some questions about last night's robbery." Marc exclaimed.

"OK?" My mom nodded.

The cops took their seats at the table while my mom turned off the TV. I took my seat, facing the cops and the front hall with my mom sitting beside me. Marc brought out a small tablet computer while Riley took out a tiny black note book. With the tablet booting up, we were awaiting the first question of my police interview.

"When you were at Litwak's last night, anything suspicious happened during your visit?" Riley asked.

"Any weird eye looks or whisperings?" He replied.

"Mr. Litwak did stare at me when I entered the arcade." I answered.

"Did he say anything?" Marc said.

"He welcomed me in, gave me a stare, and then he said that I looked like his Nana when she was my age." I told them.

Riley laughed at what my response was.

"What time did you arrive at the arcade?" Marc asked.

"At 7:00pm." I nodded.

"I had dinner at five, did an hour of homework, and spend at least an hour at Litwak's." I exclaimed.

"Did you get a ride to the arcade?" Riley wondered.

"I rode there on my scooter." I said.

"We found a red cap next to the Sugar Rush cabinet, did a DNA test on it and discovered it's yours. Can you tell us why you left your hat there?" Marc asked.

Now we were at a hard question. The answer was tickling my tongue, but it was going to be difficult to not spoil the beans. Sadly, the truth needed to be expose once more. I let out a deep breath before I spat the truth to the police.

"I left at 7:30pm because a blonde girl blew my cover while I was playing Sugar Rush. The hat was my disguise from the kids." I said.

"So you took the hat off because it was distracting you from the game?" Riley asked.

"Yes, but the truth why I wore the hat was because I wanted to feel normal." I said.

"Normal?" The cops repeated.

"Kids still think I'm the Penny from the TV series, Bolt!" I confessed.

Normal POV

While Penny was confessing to the police about her former job, her German Shepard suddenly got some kind of scent. Sniffing for the trail, the smell felt like it was so close by. He went out the kitchen and turned towards the doorway where the trail was coming from. Mittens saw her friend leave the house, wondering what he was smelling.

"Bolt?" The black cat meowed.

She ran outside to find the "super" dog, only to see him running to the side of the ran to where the big tree was growing and found Bolt sniffing a pink car.

"Now THAT'S a car!" Mittens responded.

A go-kart that looked like it was constructed by candy was resting underneath the shady tree. Mixed with multiple flavors the pink vehicle was decorated with sprinkles and etc. On the right side was the signature of the car's driver.

"I think that kart is the one that stopped those robbers!" The cat guessed.

"If so, Mittens, then where's that girl?" Bolt realized.

"HEY!" A kid shouted.

The two animals looked up and spotted an angry little girl looking down. Her brown pupils were on the two pets as she jumped down from branch to branch. She landed back on the grassy plains without a problem and shielded her kart from the hungry dog. Although the car was being protected, Bolt had a new food choice to eat. Black spaghetti with candy topping; which meant the girl's hair.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The kid wondered, seeing the pampering dog.

Back at the House

Penny's POV

"So just a few questions and we'll be off." Marc informed.

"OK." I nodded.

"What did the blonde girl look like?" The white cop wondered.

"She had a pink nose, wore a pink headband over her long blonde hair, had a short sleeve pink shirt, and was about my height." I described.

"Does she go to your school?" Riley asked.

"I don't know." I said.

"OK, and one last question." Marc said.

"Shoot away!" I nodded.

"Have you seen a girl who looks like this?" The white officer concluded.

He turned his tablet around and showed me an image that was online. Taken from a gaming site from "IGN", an image of a chibi girl smiled at me. The same girl I played with last night in Sugar Rush. Too add more confusion, the same go-kart that was identical to the one on the news was also included in the picture. What did the police want with the cosplayer?

"Well I did played as her last night." I laughed a little.

"Any little girl dressed like that?" Riley wondered.

"No." I answered.

"HEEEELP!"

A young shriek for help interrupted the conversation as we all turned to see where it was coming from. From what we heard, the call sounded like a little girl. To ad a little confusion, a strange odor of rotten candy touched my nose, causing me to breathe in the stench. I looked down to see if Bolt had pooped on the rug, only to find him missing. Then I realized that I left the front door open.

"Excuse me, officers." I calmly said.

My feet ran to the front door where the cries became louder. My nose picked up the scent coming from my right as I made my way to the big tree. The second I saw my boy, I gasped in horror at what he was doing.

"BOLT, STOP!" I demanded, furiously.

My dog immediately ceased feasting on a little girl's black hair and gave me a look. He tried to sub dose me, but deep down, he knew he was in BIG trouble.

"BAD DOG! BAD DOG!" I yelled.

Bolt dropped the girl's hair and slowly went to m with guilt. My right hand responded to the sad look by pointing to the front door.

"GET BACK IN THE HOUSE!" I commanded.

A whimper was heard by the trounlemaker as he slowly made his way back inside. I watched his every move in case he was going to pull a trick on me. Thankfully, he didn't. I turned to the injured child to find Mittens standing next to her.

"You too, Mittens!" I implied.

"Meow?" The black cat blinked.

"I know you did nothing wrong. Mom will give you some food, if you get back inside." I smiled.

The feline nodded and ran off to the house, leaving the two of us in the fields. The girl rubbed her head to eased the sharp pain of pulling hair, groaning during the process. I knelt down to her level, curious to see if she was okay. Compared to my size, the kid was really small. She was about the size of Bolt; which was a third of my height.

"Huh?" I spotted what was behind the girl.

A pink go-kart rested before me, giving the smelly stench of wet candy. I then turned back and forth from the car to the girl, trying to put the clues together. The car looked identical to the one that crashed the arcade and the girl was a copy of the character I played on Sugar Rush. Was this girl the one who stopped the robbers? With a Twizzler used a hair scrunchy for her raven-black ponytail, hazel eyes, and green jacket, it was completing the puzzle.

"Do you have a neck problem, Girl?" The girl wondered.

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