"Shouldn't this be easier than getting actual gifts?" Fletcher whined.
"You think it would be," Ghastly replied sadly.
Skulduggery turned to glare at them. "Come on then. We're running out of time."
"When did they say they'd be back?"
"Three o'clock," Skulduggery responded, folding his arms across his chest.
"Alright, alright," Ghastly muttered, checking his watch. "We'll get moving. What exactly are we looking for?"
"Gag gifts!" Fletcher shouted happily.
They all nodded and set off in one direction. They passed by stores and stores, all selling things at outrageous prices. It was suddenly, when they came across a huge pink store did they all stop.
"There is no way in all the seven rings of hell you two will get me in there," Skulduggery said firmly. "I said that I wouldn't go that far for a gag gift, and I stand by that."
"But it would be perfect!" Fletcher protested. "Seriously. And it would be the greatest of all fake gifts for them! Just imagine," he said and slung his arm around Skulduggery, placing his hand out in front of them. "Just imagine those two waking up, Christmas morning, bounding down the stairs like four year olds, excited as can be. They open the boxes, and they pull out…"
Skulduggery sighed and looked up at the store. He waited a moment. "No," he finally said. "We'll find something else."
"Nothing will be able to top that!" Fletcher groaned. "Right Ghastly?"
"I'm staying out of this," he said and held up his hands.
"Come on!" Skulduggery groaned. "You just wasted five minutes!" He beckoned for the two men to follow him.
Fletcher sighed unhappily as he walked away from the pink store, with the big posters of models in barely anything. "One day, Victoria's Secret," he mumbled.
GET IT?! If you don't…well. I'm not sure.
:D