Black Raisin and White Lily dashed through the hallways, their heels clicking loudly as they searched for Pure Vanilla. They turned a corner and spotted Pure Vanilla ahead, hurrying down the corridor toward the exit. "HEY, PURE VANILLA! YOU AIN'T GETTIN' AWAY THAT EASILY!" White Lily yelled, her voice echoing through the corridor. Black Raisin ran ahead, her trusty purse gripped tightly in her hand. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GOIN' THROUGH THAT DOOR!" she shouted. Pure Vanilla glanced back, his eyes widening as he saw the determined duo closing in on him, the camera crew following closely behind. Just as Pure Vanilla reached the end of the hallway, thinking he had evaded them, White Lily unleashed her secret weapon- her four-year-old child, Custard, who had followed them unnoticed. He caught up to Pure Vanilla, standing between him and the door. "Dad, why are we running? Did we win the game show?!" He asked very loudly. "Mate, I have no idea you'd bettah ask your mothah!" Pure Vanilla rushed to say, picking Custard up and placing him to the right before bolting out the door. "OH NO, HE DIDN'T!" Black Raisin exclaimed. She and Lily picked up the pace. Not wanting to miss a moment, the camera crew swiftly packed up their equipment and hopped into a nearby truck. With screeching tires, the car raced after Pure Vanilla, who was now sprinting down the street. After some time, he arrived at the beach. "Brilliant!" he thought. "They can't cause a tobockle at the beach, or the law enforcement would get involved." He began walking along the shore, blending in with the tourists. "AFTER HIM!" Lily shouted from on top of the camera crew's truck as they drove onto the beach. The two lovely ladies jumped out of the vehicle. Pure Vanilla looked back and comedically tripped on a boulder. "BLOODY HELL!" He exclaimed; as he got up, the women caught up to him and started hitting him with their purses. But to their surprise, they weren't the only ones in pursuit. Unbeknownst to them, a group of strangers passing by had been drawn in by the uproar and decided to join the chase. The group joined the girls, brandishing their bags, briefcases, and even a large watermelon. One tourist, holding a watermelon aloft like a makeshift weapon, shouted, "We've got your back, ladies!" The mob of pursuers cheered in agreement, ready to unleash the wrath of the fashion-accessory welding army.
To be continued...
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who's the mother?
FanfictionThis is about solving the mysteries of who Custard Cookie's mother really is. Featuring a game show AND flashbacks 😱😱 (this is a joke but I got sucked in) Also, while writing I imagined Pure Vanilla to have a British accent while White Lily and Bl...
