Two hours after the dress incident, Alfred is at the park sitting alone on a bench. He is back to wearing his regular clothes. He takes a sigh of defeat, still remembering the humiliation and shame he felt for expressing his love for wearing gowns in public. As long as the public is willing to ridicule him for being himself, he would never wear a dress outside the comfort of his home ever again.

Just then, Lana comes over and sits next to him, noticing his forlorn face. "Hey, bud," she greets him.

"Oh. Hey, Lana." Alfred acknowledges her presence.

"So umm… I've heard from Lola what happened earlier today."

"Please don't remind me." Alfred shutters to recall the incident.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, Al. I'm not going to make fun of you," the tomboy assures.

"I know that. It's just that… why do people care about how others present themselves? I mean, why care if some guy wears a dress or not if it does not affect you?"

Lana nods in agreement and takes a sigh. "I know that feeling."

"You do?" Alfred takes a surprised yet confused interest.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm a girl who isn't into girly stuff like how you're a boy who isn't into boy-ly stuff. Of course, I'd know how you feel."

"Proceed." Alfred is curious about how Lana deals with mockery for being herself.

"While it doesn't happen every day, thankfully, I've encountered people who made fun of me for being me. Apparently, it's weird for them to see a girl playing in the mud and doing mechanics."

"Just like how it's weird for people to see a boy wearing a dress and makeup," Alfred relates.

"Exactly!" Lana resumes, "Fortunately, I didn't listen to such people and told them to buzz off. They can't tell me what I should be. If I want to make mud pies, I want to make mud pie! It's my choice!"

"Wow." Alfred is impressed. "You sure told those people off."

"Heck yes, I did!" Lana boasted. "Anyway, what I am saying is don't listen to people who judge you for being who you are. If you want to wear a dress or play with dolls, go for it! If people give you a hard time for that, ignore them! If they don't leave you alone, tell them off."

Now that Lana has mentioned it, Alfred should be allowed to be who he is. With this sudden confidence, he stands up. "Fine! I will!" He rapidly shakes Lana's hand. "Thank you, Lana! I'm gonna go home now!" He runs off.

"Well that was easy," comments the animal-loving tomboy.


At the McAlister mansion, Alfred's parents are resting on the couch after another day of hard work. Suddenly, they are awoken by Alfred bursting the door open. He approaches them, saying, "Mom, dad. I have something to tell you."