Zebra, Arkansas, Slinky (the toy)
Jazz watches as her little brother is enchanted by a slinky trying to go down an upwards moving elevator, glad that he's not getting into some kind of trouble for once.
She turns around to go into to the store then pauses, turns back around to tell him not to go anywhere only to find him gone.
She sighs hoping he doesn't blow anything up this time, and goes into the store.
As she rifles through the clothing racks she hears her ninja for a brother ask, "Why is this Zebra patterned?!" and promptly decides she doesn't want to know.
In a different store she is looking at some earrings and hears from her right "Why do some of these not say made in Arkansas?"
She replies, "Why in Arkansas not some other state."
"Cause I wanted to say Arkansas."
"Fair enough."
"How was shopping with your brother Jazz?"
"Danny blew up the food court, again. Why do you make me take him?"
Hey! Two days in a row!
I might've found an editor for the Dark Phantom, cause I feed him.
Peace and Pieces,
Sugar