"A cloak, what cloak?" Wen Wen asked with confusion.
Little Red Riding Hood looked at Wen Wen with longing and said, "It's the one that was snatched from me, that red cloak. Without it, I can't exert my strength."
"Oh, this must be it then."
Wen Wen snapped his fingers, and a black cloak draped over his robe.
Little Red Riding Hood hurriedly explained, "Not that one, the special kind that lets you pull weapons out of it..."
Wen Wen pulled a rocket launcher from the black cloak and said, "This is it."
It was only then that Little Red Riding Hood realized that the large black cloak on Wen Wen, which could serve her as a blanket, was actually her own delicate and cute Little Red Cloak. She instantly lost her reason.
"My... my cloak? You big villain, I'm going to fight you!"
The little red cloak was a heirloom passed down through generations in the Little Red Riding Hood family. Without it, she was no longer a member of the Little Red Riding Hood family.
