Blythe Baxter was in a wonderful mood as she walked home to the Littlest Pet Street that Spring afternoon. After all, it was her 17th birthday that day, and she knew that her father, her friends, and the pets were preparing a party for her that day.
She also had a lot of work to do when she got home as well. Since Mrs. Twombly passed away a few months ago, her will left her the owner of the Littlest Pet Shop. Running it and sitting on the Littlest Pet Street Chamber of Commerce were big responsibilities, but her friends the pets make it all worthwhile. Besides, she had her father and the other members of the Chamber to lighten the load for her.
She was nearly halfway home when she heard an airheaded and obnoxious voice call out to her, "Blythe, like wait up."
Blythe knew that snotty voice anywhere. She then turned her head to see one Whittany Biskit standing next to her twin sister, Brittany as they stood in front of a stretch limousine that extended almost the entire block. They both seemed to have very humble and apologetic looks in their eyes which is usually unlike them, and Brittany held a pink package in her hands.
"All right, you two," Blythe said with distrust, "What are you up to this time?"
"Oh, we may like pull some totally nasty pranks on you, but we would never do that to you on your birthday," Brittany answered as she held out the package. "As a matter of fact, we totally brought you a gift. Like happy birthday, Blythe."
After a little hesitation, Blythe unwrapped the box and then opened it. She then had a joyful look in her eye and said, "Why, it's just beautiful. Thank you so much, girls."
Inside the box was a dazzling necklace covered with all kinds of jewels. It was the most gorgeous piece of jewelry that Blythe ever saw in her life. "Oh, just a little something that Daddy came up with," Whittany said. " It like cost him just a few thousand greens, but he feels that it's worth it to end his rivalry with your pet shop. He's so sick and tired of trying and failing to put it out of business now that Mrs. Twombly is gone."
"So, your father really wants us to be friends?" Blythe asked as she put the necklace on around her neck.
"Like, of course," Whittany said with an evil expression on her face as she pulled out a black wireless remote from her purse. "As he always says, 'If you can't beat them, make them join you.' "
"Wait!" Blythe said as she got more nervious by the second. "What are you talking about, and what's that in your hand?"
Instead of answering, Whittany quickly pressed a button in the middle of the remote. All the gems on the necklace suddenly glowed as Blythe stood there in a trance as her beautiful blue eyes turned as red as those of the twins who both then gave out their signature evil laugh.
"Like, Daddy's engineers totally did a fabulous job making that mind control necklace," Brittany said with a cold smile. " Like, Blythe is totally out of it now. It was built to work on animals to make training them easier, but I'm totes glad it works on people too."
"You totally said it, sister," Her twin sister replied as she held up the remote again. " Now we can like give her the best birthday present anyone can ever have. We will now make her one of us. Blythe, come with us into the car. "
Still in her trance, Blythe followed the twins mindlessly into the limo. As they sat down in the back seats, it then sped off to the most affluent side of Downtown City.
During the trip, the twins then gave the mesmerized Blythe two large brown paper bags. "These bags totally contain a change of clothes," Whittany said in the remote as Blythe mindlessly listened. " They are so better than what you are wearing now, and that's not saying much. Put them on."
The limo soon stopped at an expensive looking beauty parlor about five minutes later. The driver then came out and opened the rear door. Out came not only the wealthy twins but their still hypnotized captive who was now dressed in the same preppy outfit they were as they walked into the parlor.
About half an hour later, the twins then emerged from the shop door along with a stunned, brownish- grey haired girl with the same hairstyle as they had. If you saw her, you could have assumed that she was their triplet sister.
As they entered the car and it sped off, Whittany again picked up her remote and spoke into it. "I must admit, Blythe, that despite everything between us, you and your late boss did a lot for us. So, to thank you, we are going to give you the best birthday present ever. We are going to give you a whole new and better life: ours.
"First, let's have you forget your old one. You don't remember a thing about it. You are no longer Blythe Baxter. you never even heard of her. You know nothing about her, her life, or her job. Do you understand?"
Blythe then gave her head a mindless nod.
"From now on, your name is Tiffany Biskit," Whittany continued, "You are Brittany and my triplet sister. You want to be totally like us in every way. You want to look like us, dress like us, and act like us. As a matter of fact, you totally idolize us. Do you understand that?"
Blythe nodded again. She was no longer Blythe Baxter. She no longer even recalled anything about her. She was Tiffany Biskit.
"Our father's name is Fisher Biskit, and our mother's name is Eliza Biskit. Our grandmother's name is Lorraine Biskit, and we love and would do anything for her.
"Like us, you could care less about school or your grades. Smart people like Youngmee Song, Jasper Jones, and Sue Patterson make you sick. You want to pick on them and torment them every chance you get. After all, they totally deserve it as do anyone else who isn't as wealthy or as popular as us. Don't ask why. They just do.
"Like I said, school doesn't mean much to you. Studying, learning, and work of any kind disgusts you. All that matters to you is shopping, texting, glamour, popularity, and hunky boys. Do you understand all this?"
Tiffany nodded again.
"As a matter of fact," Brittany added, "you think that thinking is totes overrated. You are just a total airhead like us, and you enjoy it since boys find it cute. They don't like girls smarter than they are. Understand?"
Tiffany nodded once more as she felt most of her intelligence was being drained from her mind.
"Like good!" Whittany said, "When I press the button at the bottom of the remote, everything I said will sink in. You will remember nothing about Blythe Baxter. It will be as she never existed at all. You will be our dear triplet sister, Tiffany Biskit, forever and ever."
As soon as Whittany pressed the button on the remote, Tiffany blinked her eyes and gave out a spacey yet diabolical look on her face. "Like did you have a nice nap, Tiffany?" Brittany asked.
"Oh my gosh! I totes did, sis." Tiffany answered in the valley girl voice that matched those of her two new siblings. "Like what are we going to do today?"
"What we usually do on a Friday," she answered, "We go shopping and hunting for cute dudes to date."
"Can we like go to the poorer side of town first?" Tiffany asked. "I would totes like to punk those losers on the school honor roll.'
"That's our sis," Whittany said as the three of them gave out an evil laugh together.
Whittany and Brittany both gave cold smiles in triumph. They got rid of their archenemy by giving her the greatest birthday present possible: a new identity, a new family, and a new life. It was truly a birthday. It was the day sweet, kind, and gentle Blythe Baxter died, and the evil, airheaded, shallow, and mean-spirited Tiffany Biskit was born.
The end.