I do not own Sonny with a Chance.
Same day..
"Ok, this is good so far." Sonny peeked out from the window of Chad's convertible.
"Oh, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny-" He started.
"Your show can't pay for these level of pampering." She finished, rolling her eyes.
"Actually, no, but yes. We're supposed to be a couple, that was the point. Oh, and here." He threw her a bag of cosmetics.
"What's this?" She inquired.
"Something you deeply need." He replied.
She opened it, and low and behold, hair products, make-up, everything you would need. Ever.
"I don't need this." She spat.
"Actually, you kinda do."
It took all her will power not to smack him right then and there.
"Where are we going?" She curiously asked.
"Store. You need new.." He glanced at her clothes, "Clothes. Like what you're wearing now."
"But this is slutty!" She snapped.
"That's the point. I thought we went over this." He rolled his eyes again.
"You know, if you keep doing that, you're eyes are gonna pop out of your head." She retorted.
He snickered. "When are you going to stop acting like such a child, Sonny?"
"Ehhxcuse me? Me, act like a child? HA! You're the one who does, Chad."
"Sure, Sonny, Sure." He said increduously.
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Good."
She then rolled her eyes.
"We're here." He pulled up to some type of pricey department store.
"We can't shop here." She gasped.
"Why not?" He said, parking and exiting the door.
"The prices are sky-high!" She enunciated.
"So?" He gloated.
"Uggh.." She growled. "You're so full of it!"
"Of what?" He innocently asked.
"Let's just go..." She trailed.
"Fine with me."
She smirked. "Good."
"Anna!" He hugged a olive-toned girl with a tight black bun.
"Theese is her?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
He nodded.
"Ey thought shee was deefrent? Less, made-up? 'Ou say?" She asked, confused.
Sonny crossed her arms.
"Different?" She narrowed her eyes. "How so?" She asked, turning to Anna.
Anna laughed. "Ee said ou' 'ere different, persay. 'Ore plain. Less, dawled up."
"Ohh, really?"
Chad swallowed. "C'mon! We have to pick out a new wardrobe for her, Anna. You'd kill yourself if you saw what she really wore."
"Adding insult to injury, Chad?" She snapped.
"No, not adding insult at all. Just merely stating something, Sonny." He retorted smoothly.
Sonny was just about to open her mouth to say something, but Anna whisked her away.
"Hmm, what size are you?" She mused.
"Ahhh, perfect." She held up a ball gown. "Zis is for special purpose." She added it to a pile.
"Hmmm, zis color 'ould look good on you. And zis one. Ohhh, and zis one!" She excitedly added a few dresses, and shirts.
"Hmm, now for pants? Yes..ahh!" She then held up a few pairs of them.
"'Ou don't need to try deese on. Ze'll be perfect on you, my dear." She sighed. "You and him have so much tension.."
"Whhaaat? I mean, no. Of course not!" She sputtered.
"Whatever you say.." She trailed, before she happily began to throw more clothes in.
The total was: seven dresses, four skirts, six pairs of shoes, seven pairs of pants, and eleven blouses.
Sonny was searching in her bag for her credit card, brows furrowing.
"Oh, no deear!" Fussed Anna, "'Ou must not pay! I inseest."
"Are you sure?" Sonny replied uncertaintly.
"Definietly. Poseteeve." She flashed a smile. "Maybe 'ou two weell get togeether now." She winked.
"Ready, Sonny?" Chad yelled, revving his engine.
"Thank you so much." She yelled, running.
"Took you long enough."
"Too bad. Are we done now?
"No. Now we need to exploit you." He admitted. "Then, on Saturday, we have some ball something or other to go to."
"Ugggggh. Whyyy?" She groaned.
He smirked. "Publicity. Remember?"
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Ok, Condor Studios is NOT a kids or tween thing.
McKenzie falls is like Gossip Girl.
So Random! is like..SNL?
Teen Gladiators is like some thing I guess...it's not very kids-like. (Alex is on it)
I just reaallly didn't want them to be like little kids. Too innocent.
I know, I'm screwed up..
I wanted them to be adults....
