The Doctor almost laughed at the look the skunk gave her. “Well, nice to meet you, Fifi.” She leaned against the doorway and held up a small device, that she planned to use to stop the mannequins. “Run for your life!” She then disappeared through the doorway, fast as lightning.
Fifi watched the woman run off with her jaw slack for a long moment before doing just what the crazy Doctor woman said, she ran home, only looking back when the building she USED to work in blew up. The rest of that night was a blur. Her dad babbling away on the phone and her sorta boyfriend stopping by to fuss over her. Before she knew it she was in bed asleep. It felt even sooner that she was awake again the next morning. With no where to go. Because her work exploded. Fifi needed a strong cup of tea.
"Not humans either. Plastic." She pointed at the arm out in the hall. Living plastic creatures. Being controlled from up there." She pointed upwards, as the lift rose to the ground floor, where the doors opened again. "So, I’m going to go up there and blow them up, and I might well die in the process, but don’t worry about me. No, you go home. Go on.”
Fifi shook her head incredulously and was just so flabbergasted by everything that she just made a few incoherent sounds of confusion and made some gestures between the two of them.
"Mhmmm. Punk’d. That makes sense! Well done. But it’s not that.They’re not toons, either." She pulls Fifi into a nearby lift, fiddling with the lift controls with her screwdriver.
"Not toons? Wh-wha? So zhey’re human zhen? Who are zhey? Better question, Mademoiselle, eez ‘o zhe ‘eck are you?” she demanded in great confusion.
She pulled the skunk through the door of the store’s basement, closing it shut on the plastic arm, and pulls on it until it comes out, and the doors seal completely. “Welp.” She says, dropping the arm on the floor with a thud. She sticks her tongue out in disapproval. “Plastic.”
Fifi panted and looked at the woman incredulously “Oh, très très clever! What eez zhis? Punked? Who were zhey?! Toons wis no life?” she asked exasperated, kicking the arm away with her nose wrinkled in disgust.
She grabs the Skunk’s wrist, looking her straight in the eye with the utmost seriousness. The mannequins are moving closer and closer, and the taller woman blinks, and says one word: “Run.”
Fifi gasped, partly in surprise and partly in fear of the approaching plastic people. “Q-Qu’est-ce?” she managed out before she was all but pulled away by the woman.
He let out a long sigh. “You would be completely correctomundo there, Maman. She’s not keen on the male gender, no. Even more of a hindrance for me.”
"Hmm, well girls like zhat can only be impressed when proven wrong about zheir assumptions. Show ‘ow intelligent and considerate tu truly are. Surprise her. Let ‘er see a side of tu she’s not seen before. Tu never know. Tu may just impress her, maybe even… intrigue her." she suggested to her son with a conspiratorial wink.
"Well, I am clearly flirting with her, but I don’t know if she picks up on it, just yet. I compliment her, tell her I love her when she says she hates me, the usual.” Shaggy so loved to tease the girl, but could that ‘conceivably go on forever,’ as his aunt called it?
"Tu truely are our son." she giggled then considered what he said and what she remembered abour Snoo "Hmmmmm, now correct Maman if she eez wrong but…. isn’t miss Snoo one ‘o does not think too too highly of men?"