Disclaimer: I do not own PJ Masks or any of its characters.
"Come on, mom! They'll be here anytime! They live right next door, you know!" Connor watched his mother set out the snacks. He had already laid out his sleeping bag in the living room and changed into his favorite pajamas. His grandmother made them for him, knowing his love of cats and the color blue.
"There," his mother said, taking a step back and admiring her work. "All done."
Suddenly the doorbell rang throughout the house. "Just in time!" Connor gasped. He ran to the door and opened it. Greg and Amaya stood on his doorstep.
"Hey, Connor," greeted Amaya.
"Hey, guys." Connor stepped back. "Come in."
They walked inside and said hello to Connor's mother.
"I like your pjs," his mother said to her son's friends, smiling. Greg was wearing green pajamas that showed his love of geckos, while Amaya wore her favorite red owl pajamas.
"Why don't you kids go play upstairs for a little bit while I figure out how to set up the movie?" Connor's mother suggested.
"Okay! Come on, guys!" Connor made a dash to the stairs with Greg and Amaya running after him. They stopped to a halt once in Connor's room. "Okay, what do you guys want to do while my mom gets the movie started?"
Amaya thought for a moment. "How about hide and seek?"
"Inside?" Greg considered it, then nodded. "Okay, could be fun."
"I'll count first," Connor offered, and the other two agreed. While Connor turned his back on them and covered his eyes, Amaya and Greg hurried out of his room.
"Let's split up," Amaya suggested. "That way it'd be harder for him to find us."
"Good idea!" Greg whispered. "I'll stay upstairs. You hide downstairs."
Amaya agreed and retraced her steps down the stairs. She nearly ran into Connor's mother as she rounded the corner. "I'm sorry," she stammered, embarrassed.
Connor's mom waved her hand dismissively. "No worries. What's the hurry?"
"We're playing hide and seek," Amaya explained. "Do you know a good place to hide?"
"If I told you that, it'd spoil the fun," Connor's mother pointed out.
"Aw, okay." Amaya left the living room and entered the kitchen, where she saw a door. When she opened it, she found herself in the garage. She smiled. "He'll never find me in here!" she said, hoping to find the best hiding place.
Meanwhile upstairs, Greg looked in every room except for Connor's, but he found no good hiding places. Then he spotted stairs leading up. "The attic!" Stumbling up the steps, Greg found himself in the attic. "What a great hiding place!" he cheered.
"Ready or not, here I come!" he heard Connor called from below.
Hurriedly, Greg ran behind a pile of boxes. He bumped into them and they came crashing down on top of him. "Ow!" he yelped.
Everyone in the house heard the boxes coming down, and they all ran to the attic to check on Greg. Connor and his mother picked the boxes off him, and when he was free, Amaya helped him up.
"Greg!" Amaya gasped. "Are you okay?"
Greg nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"Good," Connor's mother said. "But I don't think you should play up here anymore. It's clearly too dangerous."
"I'm sorry." Greg glanced at his new friends.
"It's okay," Amaya told him. "We can just play downstairs."
"Okay." Greg turned to leave, followed by Amaya and Connor's mother, but Connor called them back.
"Hey, what's this?"
They turned to see Connor reaching for a small wooden box that fell with the rest of the boxes. He opened it, and Greg and Amaya squeezed in on either side of him. There were three bracelets laid out inside: One of a cat; one of an owl; and one of a lizard.
"Awesome!" Greg exclaimed as he picked up the lizard one.
Amaya reached for the owl bracelet. "What are these?"
"I don't know," Connor said as he picked up the cat bracelet. "But I… feel like we were meant to… have them."
"Yeah," Greg agreed. "It feels like they were made for us."
Connor's mother appeared beside them. "Those?" She blinked. "I haven't seen those in years." She took the owl bracelet from Amaya. "Me and a couple of kids used to play with them when we were your age. With those bracelets and our pajamas, we were superheroes. We called ourselves the PJ Masks, and we went into the night to stop villains from ruining people's day." Her eyes glowed with memory, and she seemed lost in the past.
"Um… mom?" Conner asked uncertainty.
She snapped out of it. "Oh. I'm sorry." She cleared her throat. "We had some good times with those bracelets." Suddenly her eyes lit up with an idea. "Hey, why don't you three take these bracelets and make your own memories that'll last forever?"
"Really?" Greg gasped.
"Oh, that'd be so cool!" Amaya exclaimed.
"Thanks, mom!" Connor said excitedly.
"Just be careful with them," Connor's mom warned. "With those bracelets, comes great responsibility."
"Okay, Connor's mom!" Greg said, but he hardly heard her. He was putting his lizard bracelet on, while the other two put on theirs.
"PJ Masks!" Connor declared. "Away!"
With Connor in the lead, the trio hurried downstairs to see what great stuff their new bracelets can do.
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