Calm nights, nights that are quiet and do not send chills down one's spine. When most people are in their bed receiving a night's worth of sleep to prepare for the succeeding day. However, that is not the case for a certain group of four seven-year-olds.
At Roxanne's home, Roxanne Waters is hosting a not-too-crazy sleepover with her best friend Lola Loud, her other friend Winston Milbourne, and her boyfriend Alfred McAlister. They are sitting on the sofa, having just finished watching an Alex Suave movie. Winston stands up and walks over to the television set to eject the DVD from the player.
"Alex Suave has got to be the coolest spy ever!" Alfred shouted with joy.
"I know, right?" Winston agrees.
"Although I still think David Steele is a better spy."
"You really want to go there?" Winston raised an eyebrow.
"Dare I? Or dare I not?" inquired Alfred.
"Cool it, boys," said Roxanne. "We don't want to start another 'who's the better spy' argument. This is supposed to be a fun sleepover, remember?"
"Right." Winston and Alfred feel a little embarrassed.
"Speaking of sleepovers, it's time for us to get to bed," said the former as he set his sleepover bag on the floor.
"Aw. I was hoping we would watch a marathon of Equestria Ninja Girls," utters the latter.
"Sorry for the disappointment, but we have pageant practice to attend tomorrow morning."
"Yeah. I have to be in the best shape to practice my karate skills!" Lola jumps and makes a karate kick, but in the process, she accidentally kicks a vase that stands on top of a stool table and shatters it into pieces. Shocked at what she did, Lola turns to Roxanne and tells her, "If your mother asks, say it was your brother." Roxanne gives her a wink.
Later that night, Roxanne wakes up, not feeling very tired. She gets up and checks on the others if they are asleep. She can't see them well due to the darkness, but she can tell who is who by the shape of their heads and haircuts. The one sleeping next to Roxanne on her left is Winston, and the one sleeping next to him on his left is Lola. Roxanne then looks to her right to check on Alfred, but he is not there. At first, she thought nothing of it, thinking he might have gone to the bathroom, but just in case she will still check on him. Roxanne stands up and heads upstairs. Upon reaching the second floor, she approaches the bathroom door.
"Alfred?" Roxanne called from outside the bathroom door, but there was no response. She knocks on the door, and, to her surprise, it opens slightly. Strange. Why would Alfred leave the door unlocked while doing his business? Suspicious, Roxanne opens the door all the way and looks inside, but Alfred is nowhere to be found.
"Where the heck is he?" Roxanne is clouded in confusion. Just then, she hears what seems to be Alfred's voice coming from her bedroom. She looks to the direction of the source and sees her bedroom door slightly open, and the lights in her room are on. Odd. Roxanne could have sworn she closed her door the last time she was present in her room. Could Alfred be in there?
She slowly approaches the door. She carefully places her hand on the door and gently pushes it in. Upon completely opening it, there stood Alfred checking himself out on the mirror, but something was very off. Alfred is not wearing his pajamas or his usual clothes; in fact, his jammies are laying on Roxanne's bed. What he is wearing instead is one of her pageant gowns.
"Carefully… carefully…" Alfred utters as he puts Roxanne's makeup on his lips. "There."
He observes the look of his makeup-covered lips on the mirror and smiles with satisfaction. He looks to his left and sees Roxanne's reflection standing in the doorway.
