The 'mobile, man-eating flower with a foul breath' advanced towards the spies and began to attack.
"Ahhh!" Claire screamed as she dashed away just in time to avoid a menacing bite of the aggressive flower. Nevertheless, the flower appeared to have a mind of its own and turned its head to attack Emily instead.
"Don't you dare!" exclaimed Eliza as she agile grabbed the flower stem from behind in order to pull it away from her friend. But, the frustrated flower extended one of its roots and tripped Emily, who haven't had enough time to react, fell on her head and lay motionless on the ground
Suddenly, everything ceased, even the flower sensed that it had done something wrong. "Look what you've done, you naughty flower!" scolded Claire and, in her fit of anger, wrenched off the flower's head.
"What have you done to my poor Petunia?" screamed Dr Marlow.
"OMG, I'm so sorry.....I didn't do it on purpose.....I didn't know it had a name....." stuttered Claire apologetically.
Without warning, Emily sat up abruptly with her eyes open and stared at her surroundings without recognition. "Emily, are you ok?" enquired the tender Eliza.
"Claire, Eliza!" exclaimed Emily in awe. "What are you two doing here? And dressed in these ridiculously extravagant catsuits? And where are we?"
"Emily, don't you remember? We're on a mission to stop this mad woman!" responded Claire, pointing to the bemused Dr Marlow.
"Claire, I reckon you're the one that's mad!" replied Emily in an unusually graceless tone. "Since when am I Emily? I'm Tiffany! Your old high school classmate! OMG, why does everyone have amnesia? Is it the trend these days?" Claire and Eliza were so baffled by Emily's bewildering claim of being Tiffany that they could only open their mouth to speak, but no sound came out. In fact, Tiffany has a split-personality of being two different people, and by banging her head, she had reverted from Emily back to Tiffany.
Suddenly, Tiffany noticed Dr Marlow staring at her. "Who are you and what are you staring at? Old weirdo!" insulted Tiffany. "Are you judging me? Do you think I look funny? Well, tell you what! You're the funny one here, ok? Look at you.....don't you know that pantone doesn't go with green? OMG, and look at your dress....it's SO outdated! Are you from the thirties? I reckon even my grandma wouldn't wear this. And not to mention that green gloves is a fashion faux-pas, it totally doesn't go with your skin tone, it makes you look like a rotten vegetable." Dr Marlow's face gradually turned redder and redder as Tiffany's insults progressed.
"And you totally need to improve your make-up skills, or throw away all your make-up.....I bet they've all expired!" continued Tiffany wiping her fingers on Dr Marlow's face. "Ew! Do you need me to recommend you some brands that make better foundations?"
"Right, that is my last straw, you rude girl!" yelled Dr Marlow in her fury.
"Straw? I don't see no straws here......except if you're alluding to your hair, which, indeed, look very much like straws!" replied Tiffany touching the professor's hair. "I reckon even a whole bottle of conditioner won't be able to improve its condition...."
~To be Continued~
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