Chapter 15 - Move In

The girls were pretty much set to go. They had put off actually advancing the plot for some time by adding yet another stereotype to their army against the elderly, but it was now time to release their inner gremlin and take action!

Back at the cave they sat and waited for each gang to show. Esther had actually never left but was safely contained in a sound proof box, happily chatting with some stuffed dolls that resembled the teen girl squad. The strange thing is that the girls didn’t even remember making dolls for her to talk to, and were suspicious that Esther may have done that herself. It was really weird.
There was much to be done while they waited for nap time to end. Heather’s IQ was slowly starting to trickle back after her run in with the prostitots. The girls had put her in a circle room and told her to sit in the corner. This is the only known cure for talking to prostitots.
Susanne brushed her hair and watched the windows. At least they were pretty sure she was looking out the window, apparently you can never quite tell. Ali was restocking the chocolate supply, and Emily was adding the latest new gadgets and accessories to the Iron Butt. She talked enthusiastically to Susanne about the clever uses for each new gadget, and Susanne nodded quietly as she continued to brush her hair and stare in the general direction of the window.

It was time.

Five minutes later it was still time, and no one had shown. Eventually the Wiggers pulled into the cave and with a “yo wassup?” they explained that their giant clock bling necklace was actually just for show. Next came the Geeks who forgot to calculate wind resistance into their plan to arrive on time. The Freaks wandered in just a little too cool for this, and the Prostitots because more people had come than not and they couldn’t resist the PEER PRESSURE! The Stoners called three minutes later, asking if they delivered.

Once everyone had gathered in the cave, along with the general “youngins” of Campbellford that were really none of these stereotypes. All they needed was a plan. Sadly, no one had come up with one yet. Evan was playing a good mix of tunes, which helped everything to think. Only one question remained. Had the elderly population in your town grown so out of hand, with the power of every stereotype known to man, how would you go about saving the world from the stench of lilac and canned vegetables?

Someone randomly screamed from the back that they should steal the world’s supply of pizza, and fill the streets with grease and tar from their mysterious vat of DOOM. We’ll call that one plan B. Thanks Miranda.

But as for plan A, there was much to be done. Eventually the group decided to head for the sewers, with Ali, Emily, Heather and Susanne in the lead; someone was bound to think of something, and sometimes walking helps you think.

Relying solely on their excellent skills, the girls led each group underground to meet their destiny.