The Turnip Trade, Chapter 4 by Jemma
Rosie: Now what? How can we get the mayor to give us a scallop?
Kiya: I believe he wants the massage chair, and as Gracie just said in her letter, Pascal will give to us the golden axe for the scallop, right?
Rosie: Yay! We’ve got everything planned out!
Kiya: That is true, unless Tortimer doesn’t give to us the scallop…
Rosie: What do you mean?
Kiya: Well, we know Tortimer wants the massage chair and Pascal wants the scallop, but we don’t know what Tortimer will give to us, it can be an acorn, his acorn mask…
Rosie: *Puts her hand in her ears* Lalala- I’m not listening! Tortimer is not Cornimer!
Kiya: Sure he isn’t Rosie, sure he isn’t…
Rosie: So what you’re saying is our plan can fail?
Kiya: Yes, I-
Rosie: Ugh! I hate it when you find errors in my plan!
Kiya: Your plan? Excuse me but I’m doing all the thinking here!
Rosie: Can’t I dream? But you’re right! *giggles* I’m more of a Fash-
Kiya: Don’t you dare say that word! Come on, let’s just go find the mayor!
Rosie: Yeah! Let’s go!
*At the Town Hall*
Pelly: Hello! How may I help you?
Rosie: We wish to speak to the mayor please!
Pelly: Oh, I’m sorry girls! The mayor is occupied, (very occupied), talking to someone about some golden thingy… The poor mayor is so confused I may have to prepare double hot soup tonight and sleep medicine *sight*
*In a room at the town hall they can hear…*
Gracie: FOR THE LAST TIME! GIVE ME A SCALLOP!
Tortimer: I-I’m so-sorry what? I don’t have a-a Doll Top! Unless it’s from a doll that massages my poor back…
Gracie: UGH! YOU’RE HOPELESS!
Tortimer: I-I’m what? Listen m-maim I just want a massage chair for my poor back, and-
Gracie: AND I WANT A SCALLOP!
Tortimer: What’s a Scrapot? And where’s my massage chair? *sight*
*Outside the room*
Rosie: We’ve got a massage chair!
Pelly: Oh! Really? Would you like to give it to Tortimer? I’ve got a Scallop if it could be of any interest for you…
Kiya: Sure! Here you go! Thank you so much!
*Gracie comes out of the room*
Gracie: Wait! NOOO! That’s my Scallop! Give it to me!
Tortimer: Pelly, dear, do we have a Dall Top?
Pelly: *Laughs* Don’t worry Tortimer, I’ve got your massage chair!
Tortimer: Go-ood! Now my poor itchy back will relax at la-last!
*Kiya and Rosie leave, pulling Gracie out too*
Rosie: OK! So we’ve got the Scallop, but we have another problem, where’s Pascal? And… we’re ahead of Gracie!
Kiya: That’s right! Yay Turnip Team!
Rosie: Hey, I know a better name: “Red Fashion Turnipistas!”
Kiya: Turnip-istas? *sight*
TO BE CONTINUED
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