The Bob Saga
XXXVI: Sweetie Perfects Her Disguise
Sweetie looked fantabulous in her costume. Her katanas made her imminently recognizable, but she looked wonderful.
"Uh, that's not working," I said.
"I'm not finished," she said. Suddenly she was three feet taller and her swords had disappeared.
"Katana stilts," she said. "The latest from Curio Obscura. Essential for a carnival barker."
"Is that what you are?" I asked dubiously.
"I am," she said. "Want to know what I'm selling?"
"I'm afraid to ask," I said.
"English throwing scones," she said, "dipped in caramel and rolled in peanuts."
"Those should sell," I said, "but you're imminently recognizable."
"But I've not yet attached the piece de resistance," said said. Suddenly she was wearing the largest hairdo I had ever seen.
"Curio Obscura?" I asked.
"But of course," she said. "Everybody will be so busy watching the dancers on the ballroom in my hair to pay any attention to my face."
"Is that a waltz they're doing?" I asked.
"See," she said brightly, "it's working already."
"Are you ready to jump?" I asked.
"Ready," she said.
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