Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a young rock star. She
always wore a red hooded sweatshirt, a red glitter miniskirt, and platform
sandals to match. Her nickname was Red. Her band was called the Little Red
Rockin' Hood. Red was known throughout the land as a bad-tempered spoiled
brat. She yelled and screamed at all who crossed her path. One day, she
decided she was going to demand a pay raise, so she set off to her record
studio.
Along the way, she met her rival record company's leading tyrant, nicknamed "The Wolf," for his cunning and sly business dealings.
"Good Day to you, Red. You're looking rather. . . umm. . . moody today," sneered the Wolf.
"Shut up, Wolfman. I'm in no mood for your mockery today. I'm saving my energy for the raise I'm asking for today." Red pushed past The Wolf and walked down the street.
"Ahh, I'm sure you aren't. But we'll just have to...uh.... sway your stubborn point of view," the wolf muttered to himself as he sneaked away.
Later, as Red marched into her agent's office, there sat someone who wasn't Red's agent. It was "The Wolf," disguised as someone else, but Red was so filled with rage and determination, that she failed to notice.
"Excuse me, but you're not my agent! Where's Mrs. Grams?" Red spit out.
"I'm sorry young lady, but Mrs. Grams is...uh...rather tied up at the moment. I am her replacement, Mr. Woodchopper. May I help you?"
"You'd better! Look here, I. . . Whoa! What an ugly office you have here!" Red said rudely.
"All the better to hire an interior decorator," stuttered the Wolf.
"What's with the Drab gray suit? You ever heard of 'color?'" Red questioned.
"All the better to hire a personal shopper," The Wolf said.
"Okay, here's the deal. I want a raise. My working conditions are a dump, not to mention the management sucks," Red demanded.
"All the better to. . . ditch this candy stand and sign a contract with me!" The Wolf announced as he leapt out of his chair, ripping of his disguise.
"Ahhhh! You little . . . I'm calling my lawyer and suing you for forceful negotiations!" Red exclaimed as she ran out of the building.
When Red had reached the street, she stopped to fix a strap on one of the platforms, and a great shadow covered her. Red looked up and screamed, as a house fell on her.
Along the way, she met her rival record company's leading tyrant, nicknamed "The Wolf," for his cunning and sly business dealings.
"Good Day to you, Red. You're looking rather. . . umm. . . moody today," sneered the Wolf.
"Shut up, Wolfman. I'm in no mood for your mockery today. I'm saving my energy for the raise I'm asking for today." Red pushed past The Wolf and walked down the street.
"Ahh, I'm sure you aren't. But we'll just have to...uh.... sway your stubborn point of view," the wolf muttered to himself as he sneaked away.
Later, as Red marched into her agent's office, there sat someone who wasn't Red's agent. It was "The Wolf," disguised as someone else, but Red was so filled with rage and determination, that she failed to notice.
"Excuse me, but you're not my agent! Where's Mrs. Grams?" Red spit out.
"I'm sorry young lady, but Mrs. Grams is...uh...rather tied up at the moment. I am her replacement, Mr. Woodchopper. May I help you?"
"You'd better! Look here, I. . . Whoa! What an ugly office you have here!" Red said rudely.
"All the better to hire an interior decorator," stuttered the Wolf.
"What's with the Drab gray suit? You ever heard of 'color?'" Red questioned.
"All the better to hire a personal shopper," The Wolf said.
"Okay, here's the deal. I want a raise. My working conditions are a dump, not to mention the management sucks," Red demanded.
"All the better to. . . ditch this candy stand and sign a contract with me!" The Wolf announced as he leapt out of his chair, ripping of his disguise.
"Ahhhh! You little . . . I'm calling my lawyer and suing you for forceful negotiations!" Red exclaimed as she ran out of the building.
When Red had reached the street, she stopped to fix a strap on one of the platforms, and a great shadow covered her. Red looked up and screamed, as a house fell on her.
