Chapter 169 — The Little Monster, the Slingshot, and the Chaos: The Little Monster Wants to Be in Charge! 🤣
The little monster—who used to be Francisca—sat in the middle of the yard, glaring at everyone with a very angry expression. — GRAAAU!
👹 Consuela raised her slingshot. — Listen here, kiddo, tone it down! I’ve already dealt with a sinister woman, a crazy flower, and a terrorist pigeon. I don’t have the bandwidth to raise a little monster! Fenando approached slowly. — Sherlock Fenando believes we should figure out how to turn her back to normal. Jacks wagged his tail. — CUDDLE-WUDDLE FRANCISCA!
🤣 The little monster bared her teeth. Jacks immediately backed away. — On second thought… maybe just a long-distance cuddle-wuddle! Alberto started to laugh. — Perhaps that chemist revealed who she really is! The Cool Girl looked at Francisca. — So, you mean that mysterious vibe was just… this? The little monster crossed her arms, trying to look terrifying. But she tripped over a rock and landed on her bottom. Silence.
Then… Consuela burst out laughing. The Cool Girl couldn’t hold it in. Fenando rolled around on the ground. And Jacks began jumping all around her. — CUDDLE-WUDDLE FRANCISCAAAA! — JACKS! — Consuela shouted. — Don’t provoke the gremlin! Suddenly, the little monster stood up and pointed toward the house. — The flower! Everyone froze. Fenando stopped laughing.
Alberto turned serious. The Cool Girl’s eyes went wide. — What do you know about the flower? The little monster smiled. A very… very sinister smile. Consuela raised her slingshot once again. — Oh, no! If you’re going back to your mysterious ways, you’d better transform again, right now! 🤣🤣
đź“‹ Consuela’s Report đź“ť – Francisca: still small, ugly, and ill-tempered. đź‘ą – Jacks: has officially promoted the “Bichi Bichi Francisca” bit. – Fenando: a detective, yet he still manages to go tumbling at the most crucial moments. – Alberto: has finally gotten serious. – The flower: is once again a suspect. Conclusion: turns out even a little monster has secrets… but in this house, no one keeps a secret for long without getting hit by a frying pan or a slingshot! 🤣🍳🏹
With love,
Carla 🥰❤️
