"GET YOUR MORNING PAPER!!! GET YOUR MORNING PAPER!!! FAMILY RESTAURANT OF FOURTY YEARS BURNS DOWN MYSTERIOUSLY YESTERDAY. RUMOURS OF STRANGE SIGHTS TO BEHOLD. GET YOUR PAPER. GET YOUR PAPER."
"HEY, Bikemaster, can I see one of those?"
"Here you go."
"Wait, where did you get that Quinoa?
"THE GIFTLADY!!!!"
Who is the, nevermind. Let's see here. Uhuh…uhuh…uh…uhoh."
"What?"
"Look. They have a picture of you, Ruby?"
"A picture of me!!!"
"Well, not you exactly but more your legs."
"My legs? Let me see that.
Oops, guess they forgot to remove those."
"Or maybe 'Fighter' never wanted them to be moved."
"We'll stay out of that section of the neighborhood for now."
"Come on, let's just forget all about Fighter, and just enjoy our day. One of the first things I love to do everyday is….stare at food baskets?"
"What?"
"Daddy, daddy, look. The Gift lady is real. The Gift lady is real."
"What are you talking about? I made that story up just to…"
"Hun, you're going to want to see this."
"See, I told you, I told you."
"Ruby?"
"Just wait."
"Ummm…MOM!!! What's this basket on the porch from? Did you order something?"
"Not that I can think of. Maybe it's the wrong address. What's it say?"
"All it says is, 'I hope you and your household have a very blessed day."
"Then bring it in. See what we got."
"Huhh? Ummm….ooooo….cookies."
"Did you three have something to do with this?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Heartchild."
"THERE SHE IS. THERE SHE IS!!!!"
"GIFT LADY!!! GIFT LADY!!!!"
"So, the firefighter was speaking the truth after all."
"Giftlady?"
"Woo….woo. Hello, everyone. I'm glad to see you all too, but this is not the reason why I gave you all the baskets."
"SHE'S RIGHT!!!"
"Shhhhhhhhhh"