Previously:
"Silence thine selves!" Pacifica interrupted indignantly. "You're just jelly I caught me a cuteh."
The blonde didn't wait to hear anymore from her friends before she stalked out, her chin held high in childish disregard. The silent look shared between the cousins stated all that needed to be said, 'That could have gone a lot better.'
Strutting out of the Shack, Pacifica found herself face to face with Norman. He had come looking for her. Smiling widely, Pacifica showcased the colorful coat she was wearing. It was fluorescent yellows, blues, and pinks while dazzling sequins were everywhere. "How do I look?" She asked, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Shiny." Was all Norman can say.
Giggling, Pacifica answered, "Oh, Norman. You always know what to say." With that, the two of them, hand in hand, headed out towards the forest. All Minerva and Gideon could do is watch.
"I guess we don't have any real proof." Minerva sighed, watching the couple. "Maybe we can- okay, maybe I can be kind of paranoid some-"
"AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGHH!" Gideon unleashed a terrified and nearly girly screech. He had been reviewing the footage they caught, making sure that they were honestly weren't missing anything. Fumbling the video camera, he handed it over to Minnie.
The screen showed the couple with their backs towards the camera. Norman had his arm wrapped around Pacifica. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. At least, not until Norman's hand fell off. Turning quickly, the teen picked up the appendage and stuck it back into his sleeve.
Sparing time only for a moment's glance at each other, the cousins tripped over each other racing down the stairs.
By this time, Pacifica and Norman had reached a clearing in the forest. Releasing her hand from Norman's grip, Pacifica unleashed a dreamy sigh. "Finally. We're alone."
"Yes." Norman answered in his monotone voice. "Alone."
"Grunkle Stan!" Gideon shouted desperately, waving his hands in the air. Stan was showing some tourists around the perimeter of the shack, coming to a stop next to a stone golem.
"And here we have the rock that looks like a face rock. The rock that looks like a face." He drabbled on, oblivious to the cousins' attempts to get his attention.
"Grunkle Stan!" Minerva also called out. But all the attempts were fruitless. The one thing that concerned their grunkle at the present moment was explaining that the rock wasn't actually a face, and that it simply looked like a face.
Seeing that they won't catch Stan's attention in time, Gideon and Minerva began searching for other ways to follow the zombie. Spying an abandoned golf cart, Gideon sprinted over, and hopped into the driver's seat. Mere feet behind him was Minerva, hoisting a shovel on her shoulder. "For the zombies." She explained, seeing Gideon's quizzical expression. With that, the golf cart squealed to a start, and the cousins took off to save Pacifica.
"Pacifica, now that we've gotten to know each other, there's something I should tell you." Norman told Pacifica. He couldn't hide the nervousness in his voice, and began twirling the zipper on his jacket.
"Oh, you cuteh." Pacifica replied, blue eyes growing large. "You can tell me anything!"
"Alright." Norman had his back to the girl. "Just don't freak out. Just keep an open mind. Be cool." With that, he turned back to face Pacifica, and slowly unzipped his jacket. Pacifica couldn't keep her eyes off him. What was he revealing?
The jacket fell away, and the true Norman was revealed. He was... a stack of gnomes.
Hi, people! In case you don't know me, I'm Aglo, and I am a new co-author for this story. It is a lot of fun writing this. Hooray! Either way, that's it for me. And I am signing off. 'Till next time!