"And then we'll get him some food."
"Yeah! Ooh, I baked a chocolate cake last night. Hey Ellie, Do you think he'd like it?"
"Peoples..."
"Totally!"
"I'll go get it then."
"Oh, and I'm so getting the pink ribbon."
"Guys..."
"Rosie! Why didn't you pick up the rest of them? I needed to recreate a Skilene wedding."
"I'm back."
"Oh come on Dee Dee. It's not my fault they're quick."
"GUYS!" All of the girls turned to what looked like the oldest in the back.
"What if he doesn't want that?" I clapped for her.
"Yeah! Tell it like it is!" She smiled at me.
"Honestly, do you even watch the show? He eats fish, snow cones and candy floss. Not chocolate cake." Wait, what? Show? What show? She knows too much.
"And popcorn, Cam, don't forget the popcorn." What the deuce! Where on earth do these people get their intel?
"Ok, hold it all you mammals. What in the name of fried potatoes is going on here? How do you know me and the guys?" They looked at each other nervously. Why, I'll never know. That "Cam" girl was nudged forward, so she spoke. I get the feeling that she was the only one with guts.
"Well, ok, how do I break this to you? I'm not entirely sure how you got here, but here, in our world, you and the boys are a part of a TV show."
WHAT?
"Hang on, hang on, wait, what do you know? Our whole operation may be compromised." One of the other girls, Ellie I think, thought for a moment.
"Well, we know you have a secret base in Central Park. We know you can't go into Denmark, we don't know why. We know a good load of your enemies, Blowhole, Hans and the like."
"We know you lo-"
"Shut it, Dee Dee. We don't know that." Ellie turned to me. "Please excuse her, she's a little bit crazy. Shipping, and stuff like that." What's shipping?
"Yeah, sure." I don't know why I was excusing her, although I'd like to know what she was going to say.
"But how do I know you're not spies?" The other girl, I don't think I'd heard her name yet, shrugged.
"Well, you don't really have a choice but to trust us for a bit. The others aren't here, are they? Would you like something to eat, something to drink, maybe?" She had a point. Maybe, I could enjoy myself a bit.
"Alright, then. Where's that chocolate cake?"