I hope you liked that I brought Clawz into the mix, 'cause he's gonna be a big help from now on. And sorry I couldn't think of a good chapter title.

Chapter Eleven: Mr. Telepathy

"Hey! GET OUTTA THE WAY!"

"REOW!"

"Ack! Move it, cat!"

"MEOW!"

"Shoo! This ain't no place for you!"

Clawz meowed frantically as he clumsily tried to dart around and between several people on the street. Yikes! I didn't know there'd be so many humans here! Aww, why'd Wizeman have to send me??

Clawz dashed across the street, narrowly escaping the wheel of a car, and stopped under a bench on the sidewalk. He sat down and caught his breath. And I can't even speak english anymore! How am I supposed to find NiGHTS and the others now? Well, it's not like I even want to kill NiGHTS; she's been so nice to me... But I still need to find her and the others and help get them-- and me-- back home!

Just then, he caught a glimps of purple and heard a familiar voice. "Well, actually, I do come a very long way from here..."

Clawz' ears perked up curiously. That royal-purple colour...That girly British accent...Using 'well' and 'actually' in the same sentence... It's NiGHTS! He stood up abruptly and looked around. Now, where'd she go? Then he spotted NiGHTS' purple, pink, and yellow boots in the crowd of "normal" legs and feet. NiGHTS! NiGHTS! Over here! It's me, Clawz! Clawz then smacked his forehead with his paw. Real smart, Mr. Telepathy. How's she supposed to hear your thoughts?

So Clawz instead ran after NiGHTS, meowling in hopes of getting her attention. Unfortunately, so many people were in the way that little Clawz couldn't get through to NiGHTS. And though he desperately tried to reach her, he lost the purple jester in a sea of legs. ...Aw, dang.

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"But Sylvia, I told you before: I don't want any new clothes." NiGHTS protested as she walked into a clothing shop with her new friend.

Sylvia turned to her. "Look, I don't wanna sound mean, but in those clothes, you look weird."

"So? I match the rest of the city."

A little surprised by NiGHTS' comeback, Sylvia rolled her eyes and lead NiGHTS to the front counter. "Can you at least try something new? My friend who owns this shop will help find something you'll like."

NiGHTS sighed. "Well, fine." she said reluctantly. "I'll try."

"Sylvia!" the woman at the counter greeted her friend warmly. She looked a bit older than Sylvia, chubby, and had straight black hair and spoke with an Italian accent. "What brings you here?"

"Hello, Betty!" Sylvia greeted. "I'd like you to meet my friend." She gestured to NiGHTS, who smiled and waved. "This is--"

NiGHTS stuck out her hand, getting to the introduction first. "My name is NiGHTS!"

Betty instantly frowned at NiGHTS' unusual appearance and name. "Uh...Nights?"

"No. NiGHTS." NiGHTS corrected.

Betty looked confused. "That's what I said. Nights."

NiGHTS shook her head. "No, no. You're saying Nights, but my name is NiGHTS."

"...I still don't get the difference."

NiGHTS sighed in frustration, as if saying her name with the intention of capitalizing the letters correctly wasn't the hardest thing in the world. She grabbed a pen from the desk and wrote "NiGHTS" on Betty's hand. "See? Capital 'N', little 'i', capital G-H-T-S."

Betty, first of all, was a tad shocked that NiGHTS was so bold as to write on her hand. And second, what the heck kind of name was NiGHTS? "...Ok..."

Sylvia made the save by whispering to Betty, "She's from Canada."

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Betty said, as if that explained everything. "Ah yes, I see."

NiGHTS had no idea what Canada was, although from the sound of it, she guessed it was a pretty cool place. (Yeah right.)

Then Sylvia went on, "She needs some new clothes. Do you suppose you can help her out?"

Betty glanced at NiGHTS, an unimpressed look on her face. But NiGHTS just smiled, so Betty said, "I'll see what I can do." She lead NiGHTS over to the fitting rooms and said, "Remove your hat, please. I need to take your full body measurements."

NiGHTS' eyes widened in shock and she instantly placed her hands on top of her hat. "But I never take my hat off! It's considered improper where I come from!"

Betty stared at NiGHTS blankly for a second, then murmured to Sylvia, "Canada is much worse than I thought..."

NiGHTS caught a stern look from Sylvia and sighed. Reluctantly, she slowly took off her jester hat, revealing two messy, light-blond ponytails and long bangs. Despite the fact that it looked like her hair was never properly taken care of, she looked pretty. "Now can we hurry this up, please?"

3 hours later...

Betty handed NiGHTS the last outfit she had, panting, "How...about...this one?"

NiGHTS briefly examined the outfit. "Hmm...nope!" She tossed it on the pile with the rest of the clothes that "didn't make it".

Betty looked like she was about to faint. But she kept her composure and took a deep breath. "Well...then you may go."

"Ok!" NiGHTS was only too glad to be able to get out of there. "Let's go, Sylvia! You promised to show me Central Park!" She skipped out of the shop.

Sylvia sighed. "Sorry about the mess, Betty."

Betty shook her head. "Don't worry...about it." She groaned and fell onto the huge pile of clothes.

Once Sylvia joined NiGHTS outside, she told her, "At least you managed to try some on."

"At least I managed to come at all!" NiGHTS said, somewhat impatiently. "Now I see why some kids say they hate shopping." She crossed her arms and muttered, "And I can't believe she made me take off my hat."

Sylvia stared at NiGHTS for a moment. "You know, NiGHTS, you remind me of a big kid."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like, you're 20 years old, but you act like you're 10." Then she added quickly, "I don't mean to offend you, it's just that...well, adults like yourself aren't like that. You know what I mean?"

NiGHTS thought about it. "Yeah. Yeah, that is true. But I've always been like that. It's how I was created."

At this, Sylvia was confused. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

NiGHTS just smiled and chuckled. "You'd understand if you were younger." was her only response.

Chapter 11 complete! I feel like I accomplished something. And I wasn't dissing Canada back there, in case that's what you thought. I just like using it stereotypically. Relax, I LIVE in Canada, though it IS pretty dull here in Ontario. But one thing that Canadians love as much as Americans or Europeans or any other nation are reviews. So REVIEW! :D