"Name: Kirby Winterwood
Age: Ten, almost eleven
Birthday: April 18th, 2012
Information: Next test subject for our secret experiment. She lives on 169 Toadsworth lane in building #6. Her parents are both out for work on the weekends so she has a babysitter. Take her out first, then get the kid."
Tape pulled out the picture of her. She had long hair, but the picture was lack-and-white, so that's the only important detail he could grasp. He pulled up to her house. It was simple for a two-story house. He put down the kickstand and knocked on the door.
The babysitter opened the door. She was a red-head in her late teens with freckles dotting her cheeks and arms. She was wearing a white t-shirt with jeans and green sneakers. Her hair was short and curly.
"Hi. If you're here to sell something then no."
"Relax, I ain't here ta sell anythin'. Is a goirly named Kirby Wintawood with ya?"
"One second." She closed the door most of the way and Tape heard her yell, "Kirby, some creep is here! Do you know him?"
Kirby's voice said something back and she opened the door again. "Get out of here."
"Oh, I don't think so." Tape held up a handgun to her chest. "Let me in ta see Kirby Wintawood and I might let ya live."
Tape pushed her inside and nodded his head in the direction of the stairs. She hesitantly shook her head. Tape held the gun to her face.
"Kirby, it's fine now!" She lowered her voice. "What do you want with her?"
"It's my job, goirly. I need ta take Kirby somewhere. And if news gets out about you ever seein' me..." He mimicked a deheading motion with his finger.
Kirby came downstairs and froze. She had long sky blue hair and was wearing a tie-dye t-shirt and a pair of red shorts. She had small feather earrings, one in each ear.
"Hey, goirly." Tape put his gun away. "I'm here ta take ya ta see ya daddy. I'm from his work."
"If you are, tell me where he works." Kirby shot back.
"He works at Toadstool factories. I'm his workin' buddy. He was too busy but he trusted me enough tat he let me pick ya up. How fun is tat?"
"I don't trust you."
"Fair, I do get people sayin' I look super mean and all that." He held his gun up to the babysitter, who was in the process of trying to call 911. "Come with me, goirly. Please? Yar daddy misses ya."
"I still don't trust you. That's a suspicious accent!"
"Wow, tat's just mean." He walked closer to Kirby. "I actually talk like dis so tat's rude." He grabbed her wrist, put the gun away, and covered her mouth with his other hand. "I was neva here. Kay?" He grabbed some of his hair and taped Kirby's mouth shut. Then he taped the babysitter to the wall away from the phones. "See ya neva, goirly!"