I let out an honestly shocked gasp. "Whoa!" I gave Robot Lady a playful slap on the shoulder, laughing. Sheila shook her head vigorously, but I ignored her. "So you're human? Gosh, you had us thinking you were a life-size Finitia. You see, I've got this cousin who likes life-sized Finitias, and since you were handy and a robot or something, I thought, hey, why not seize the chance since opportunities only come once, you know? Both life-sized and Finitia-shaped." Sheila nodded vigorously at me, urging me to keep my lips sealed. Did I listen?
Knowing me, you'd probably know the answer by now.
"You know. So, you live!" I yelled, throwing my hands high in the air and patting her skin. "With skin and flesh and bones and… pretty much everything."
Robot Lady was a burning glow of red. One more tint of red, and she'd be a flaming fireball—one that'd swallow us both alive.
Inner self: Escape 101, Daisy's ridiculously stupid brain, do you copy?
Brain: (Snore, slurp, drool, wake up) Wh… what…? Is it Christmas already? How long have I been asleep?
Exactly the same question I've been asking myself. Little wonder why I'm a walking magnet for disaster.
I giggled shakily, standing tall and fanning myself. "Is it hot in here, Sheila, or what?" Sheila let out a breath, gasping.
"I know, right?" she crooned, taking a step back.
I blew raspberries, taking one step back. "We should go take a… walk. Right, Sheila?"
"Yeah, sure," she said, backing out with me. "I fancy a walk." That's it. Sheila's got to be SUPER terrified—OUT OF HER MIND, terrified enough to ACTUALLY say the word 'fancy.'
Robot Woman took two steps closer, glowering down at us with steam literally pouring through her ears, cheeks hard and red.
Holy cow.
"Sheila," I said, backing out. Robot Woman followed, and I laughed nervously. "Sheila, at the count of three. One…"
"Three! Run!" she yelled, and I turned, running. Only that it didn't really feel like running. It felt like floating and flailing your arms in the air. Could the gods have sent us a magic flying carpet? Only that to make it move, you had to use your legs?
Finally, universe! You're being useful.
"The universe sent us a magic flying rug!" I yelled, grinning. "I can't believe this, but considering my recent reoccurring string of bad luck, it's about time!"
"Daisy, I don't think…"
"Shush, Sheila. Enjoy the wind running through your hair, your legs swinging up into the air, and you floating…"
"That's the thing, Daisy. We're not floating." I rammed my eyes open, turning to stare at her. She nodded down, and I stared at my feet.
We weren't floating. I looked back. We were swinging off our feet with Robot Lady holding us high in the air.
That's it. I'm SO suing every version of Aladdin that's been made and asking for a refund for my massive toy collection.
I steadied my flailing legs and shot Sheila a look. Robot Woman let out a grunt and stomped inside with us in both hands, walking towards the director of the shoot. I knew that because the guy literally had 'Director' pasted over a pin on his expensive designer leather jacket.
Oh crud.
There goes my already damned social life. And my job.