Barbie sends invitations for house party to everybody except Ken. It has been 2 months since Barbie's realization of her true queen girl power when she told Gavin off that she don't need him. Gavin was invited since everybody means everybody, so this be a reunion tonight for the first time in 2 months. That was so amazingly not exciting for Barbie because she don't know wha to say when she is eye to eye with the Gavin. She wants the servants to be prepared to prepare for a party with plenty of cheap shot surprises. That sounds awful suspicious, but then again it is BARBIE.
As a spicy steamy hot(as in anger) person, Barbie, did not invite the maleficent of this universe: Ken. He must not be frustrated at the pettiness of his ex-girlfriend because he hadn't spoken to her since the day he met the Gavin. Barbie invited everybody...Teresa, Nikki, Raquelle, midge,and the gosh darn whole neighborhood no matter how old or how underage the minors are. It isn't a party of Barbie's without some liquor!
After work, Gavin saw that he has received a mountain of desperate ness from Barbs on the phone. He speculated all the desperateness was because she wanted him the most to visit the party. She tried to be a force to reckon with by threatening him that she will drink all the alcohol there until he comes...which is risky life choice, but not in a popular party animal way. She thought Gavin would fear that she may be harmed by such an action. Gavin sort of came because his eyes lit up after he read "free food and drink," but he came mostly because his conscience guilted him into forwarding the plot, so that we can introduce the conflicts.
Gavin made his way down town to Barbie's. Barbie hoped into the open driver's window of his vehicle when he arrived. Gavin was taken into a state of confusion. Barbie readjusted her face digging into his lap and still attempting to fit the other half of her body into vehicle.
"Barbie, what r u doin' in meh car?" Gavin irritated her with trying to attain information. Before he could even get the chance to begin another sentence, Barbie shoved ice cream cake into his mouth.
"I casht sheek," Gavin made clear while munching on yummy yummy in the tummy ice cream cake. Somehow, Barbie knew what his favorite cake was. Barbie doesn't bend for logic, logic bends to logic.
"I couldn't mistake you for anybody else in this whole world. I've missed you too much to bear on my own," Barbie blurted out to a man who just doesn't want this woman crushing him. They ended up walking back to mansion after this awkward mess of a first meet in a while. There are so many cars that Gavin had to park far far away from Barbie's mansion's radius.
"Call me, Barbs, Mr. Fancy Pants," Barbie requested with a flirtatious laugh. Gavin once again was having none of it. They presently shared the view of the mansion's insides right at the entrance.
"Okay, now, call me, 'Big hamburger'," Gavin stood his ground with this jab at the nicknames. The sarcasm clearly soared over her head and she answered, "Okay, I will be 'Small hamburger!'" She could see in Gavin's eyes that he wasn't happy, so she changed the subject. "What about a drink?" she suggested as a waitress suddenly came down the hallway slowly with a sly smile and keen gaze like a predator stalking its blue-eyed prey.
She walked leg before leg, leg before leg, slanting her head as her cat-like reflexes grab a chalice and make it look appetizing. This just was as she closing in on the entrance inches away from Gavin as Barbie has that sly smile forming too. The sky suddenly had shinier stars. They twinkled every millisecond that Gavin stared at these women acting weird. The other visitors seem to be normal enough in the background while they are shaking their things to catchy music. The entrance felt as if it was planted in the center of a desert for Gavin started to sweat A LOT. He moved his arms to conceal the wet marks of sweat on the cloth over his armpits.
At last, Barbie gave Gavin a pat on his upper back and said, "drink up! It tastes like a sprite and doesn't disappoint like a sprite!" The woman slayed when she was swirling the liquid around the cup to make it rhythmically hit the rim of the chalice for every blink Gavin gave. The staring make even Gavin dizzy watching the reddish tint liquid join the rest of the liquid in the inner body of the chalice. She began holding out the drink so far out that it was knocking Gavin's upper lip. Then she started getting jiggly with the kesha music in the background, so some of the liquid got on Gavin's epic mustache.
She was also shaking her hips a bit because she was getting impatient at the intensity and Gavin's lack of reaction. Rubbing her shoulder against his, Gavin jerked away, finally, gaining himself space to retrieve the drink. He peered into it and saw his curly dark-colored hair in the reflection. Thus, the liquid served as a pretty decent mirror for him to straighten his locks of curly hair and wonder why he has chocolate on his upper lip. He wonders if that woman waiter was dying inside while seeing that chocolate, so that is why she invaded his personal bubble.
But, before, he could drink the drink that was on his lips, he heard a sharp ear-wrenching repetition of sounds. It was a speeding pink corvette having what seemed to be Ken standing on backseats holding two afks in both hands shooting sporadically. In this tiny neighborhood, there was never gun chaos, so this was a shocker. That punk's driver came swinging that vehicle in a few dramatic spins before it was in front of Barbie and Gavin. Gavin had no idea what was happening so he just stayed there as Mr. Nosey now. Of course, this wasn't dangerous in the slightest.
"Barbie, what party would be complete without me coming?"
"Every party that I know of."
"Still mad at me...," the silence continued as the waitress had left finally and as Gavin was just about to take his sip of the drink, "well, let's see you understands the deal that I gotta keep it real!"
Ken began shooting with his driver and passengers the afks at Barbie and the poor house. A Gavin wasn't harmed in the incident for he had fainted with one sip of that devilish liquid. Barbie was propelled backwards as gunshots torn through her pink glittery knee length coat. She covered her face with her arms, but under the bullet chaos, it was nothing. She laid a body over the barren ground. As soon as the deed was done, Ken speed off in old pink Bessie. She was unmoving until she pulled herself up to stand. There was revealed to be an iron plating underneath her outer wear. The bullets that hit the iron playing must have been deflected when it was raining bullets. Under the chaos, it was too hard to realize that she was still alive and kicking.
People have begun to evacuate the scene after they heard gunshots, so people were pushing and pulling Barbie in all different directions in the front of the mansion, but she kept her eye on Gavin. Not a single stray bullet had tried to harm Gavin. They all had deflected everywhere else, but downwards next to Barbie's feet. Barbie managed to stand still peering down at an unconscious Gavin while being dragged by the crowd. She kept her ground staring at Gavin for what seemed like forever. After staring, she rushed down to check the body lifting it off the ground. A noise that was noticeably whimpering, but upon closer listening it was malevolent laughter. There would have been tears in place of the malevolent laughter if this all wasn't apart of the plan.
The master plan necessitated Barbie to carry Gavin all the way to McDonald's headquarters. There, Ronald McDonald was waiting in complete darkness and silence in his office. Ronald bellowed, clicking his pen against the desk, "What news do you impart to me, agent Ken?" Agent Ken stood stiff alongside the fellow four other agents that were with him an hour ago when he showed Barbie who's boss.
"You see, I wanted to let you know that the target has went through mayhem before we got him to u," Ken struggled to let outside of his mouth. Ken was very uncomfortable in this situation. Ronald twitched his eye in the clouds of the midnight darkness then came out a miserable shriek. Although he was facing his backside to agents, they could physically grasp the exasperation in their shaking hands. It was obvious in Ronald's mannerisms that the wedding would have to be postponed until morning unless someone else could bring him to Ronald. Knocking, knocking, and knocking awoke a yell from the person behind the door for permission. Ronald would change like a switch the minute the bodyguard declared the new information. The news wasn't that Justin Bieber finally replied to their spamming, but that Barbie, the traitor, was here with the ruler of Ronald's heart: Gavin.
Ronald the clown mafia boss laughed maniacally, "Finally, somebody, who could do their job, has come back!" Ken look like he shit himself.
Agent Pink appeared before Ronald in no time with an unconscious Gavin in arms bridal style. Holding him bridal style matched him most because he was about to be Ronald's new bride. He sacrificed the last one. This one was destined to work out this time. Barbie knew what she was doing when she placed Gavin's body down delicately on Ronald's work desk. He was the reason why Ronald beamed with a light so bright the guards were taken aback. The feelings held to Ronald's heart were in deep contrast to Ken's feelings. Ken was scowling at the sight of the pinking-loving pesky blonde.
He planned that tonight, since the wedding would commence, he'd take Barbie to the side and lie that the clown wants her to eat a special treat. Barbie had a hard time facing Ken as well only because he and his pals mistakenly believed she'd die by a measly couple gunshot wounds. A gunshot wound is just a scratch for particular species of Barbie. If they had paid attention in biology, they would probably know this. Their faces shown the reality that they desired her death tonight more than ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever before; however, she had the belief in her girl power to reconcile with Ken on their "messed up relationship."
"He looks so ssssspicY!" professed the dresser that put Gavin in a gorgeous silver and white gown with silver heels. The dressing room was filled with various accessories, gowns, and suits. The other dresser seemed to also agree, so did the clown marrying him. Ronald started to fixate on how this man has been sleeping for the past two hours. He concerned himself with it by fussing, "Wait, will he be asleep during the wedding? Ask Barbie downstairs with the other agents. I want him awake to "love me," the groom." The bodyguard zoomed off in a tiny kid's size car to deliver this message pronto while twitching in disgust at them "rocking the bed" together. A lot of agents only saw this wedding as an opportunity to make their lord and savior Ronald happy not to actually like the ship. Everything in McDonald's headquarters was kid-themed even the equipment the servants used and the exterior and interior of the tower with a few glass decks scattered throughout the floors. The agents themselves trained rigorously for anything and everything by risking their lives on a McDonald's play area at a local McDonald's. Who said kids attacking with lightsabers were going to go easy on u?
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