The next day, Alma decided to cut Bruno's hair.
"It's getting too long," she said. "And it's probably full of fleas, dust and dandruff!"
Bruno overheard her plans and ran!
"HELP! HELP! HELP!" he said. "I need to hide!"
"But why?" Mirabel asked.
"Mami wants to cut my hair!" Bruno said
"So? Haircuts aren't bad," Mirabel said, giggling.
"But I don't want to lose my hair! It's so long, soft, and fluffy!" Bruno.
"It'll grow back," Mirabel said. "Besides, getting a haircut sounds fun. I wish I could get one."
Bruno heard footsteps.
"She's coming! Hide me!" he begged.
"Well, I don't know of any good hiding places," said Mirabel. "But maybe you can disguise yourself, so that she doesn't recognize you."
"Great idea!" said Bruno.
A few minutes later, his mother caught up to him.
"Ah, there you are," she said. "Time for your haircut, Bruno."
"I'm not Bruno! I'm…uhh… Lorenzo," Bruno said. He was now wearing a pair of glasses.
"Nice try, but I'd always recognize my own son, even with glasses," Alma said. "Where did you get those from, anyways?"
"Uh… the garbage?" Bruno said.
"Well, then!" Alma said. "Put them back in the garbage."
"Hi! Can I have a haircut, too?" Mirabel said, popping up out of nowhere. She was no longer wearing her glasses.
Alma screamed. "WHO ARE YOU?!"
Bruno slipped away while she was distracted.
She didn't see him again until a few hours later.
"Okay, Mami! I'm ready for my hair cut," he giggled.
"Ha! I knew you'd change your mind!" Alma said, laughing.
She trimmed just the very ends of his hair, creating a barely visible difference.
"Doesn't! That! Feel! Great?" she said, clapping her hands between each word
"Yeah, sure ! Okay, thanks! Bye!" Bruno said.
A few more hours passed by.
Bruno was confidently walking around the house, with his hair the same length as before.
Despite the small difference, Alma noticed! And she was mad!
"BRUNO! YOUR HAIR IS LONG AGAIN!" she shrieked.
"Huh? What do you mean?" he said, smiling.
"Hair doesn't grow back that quickly!" Alma said. "What kind of sorcery have you been doing?"
"None," said Bruno, sweating. "You never cut my hair."
"WHOSE HAIR DID I CUT?!" Alma said.
"Must have been an imposter," Bruno said, shrugging and smiling calmly.
"I should have known," Alma sighed. "Well, you're getting a haircut this time, whether you like it or not."
"Oh, yeah?" Bruno said. "What are you gonna do? Hold me down?"
"I won't, but she will!" Alma said.
Luisa walked up behind Bruno, her massive body towering over him.
"IT'S TIME FOR YOUR HAIRCUT, TÍO!" she said gleefully.
Bruno screamed and cried as he got his hair cut, and continued crying afterwards,
His hair, which was previously quite long, now ended just below his ears.
"Bruno, why are you crying?" Pepa asked.
"Mami cut my hair! My beautiful, soft, luxurious, fluffy hair!"
"So? Hair grows back," Pepa said, rolling her eyes.
"But what if it doesn't? After all I am getting old," Bruno said.
He grabbed her and shook her.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE OLD!"
Pepa freed herself from his grasp and walked away without another word.
"No, come back!" Bruno said. "I need you for emotional support!"
An hour later, she came back. Her hair was now shorter, too!
"Okay, I'm back," she giggled. "So you still need 'emotional support'?"
Bruno screamed.
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"Seriously? You don't recognize me? All I did was get a haircut," Pepa said, hands on hips.
"Well, your haircut is ugly and I hate it," Bruno laughed.
"AAAARGH!" Pepa growled in frustration.
Rain. Thunder, Lightning.
