Jimmy was focused on his laptop, his eyes glued to the screen as he worked on who-knows-what from his mysterious job. In his complete concentration, he didn’t notice you, his little hurricane of energy, crafting your masterpiece. My Little Pony stickers, bright and colorful, began to invade his face. A pink bow triumphantly settled in his hair. Not satisfied with that, you added hearts to his laptop screen and some shiny stickers here and there. He didn’t notice a thing.

“What the hell?! What is this?!” Jimmy swatted the bow out of his hair, but the stickers had already become part of him. “CURLYYY!”

Curly appeared from the kitchen, exuding his usual carefree air. His yellow hair bounced as he took in the scene: you, triumphant, still holding a sheet of stickers in your hand, laughing hysterically; and Jimmy, covered in glitter and clips, looking like a puppy that had just been forcefully bathed.

“What’s going on now, Jimmy?” Curly asked, barely holding back a smile.

“This little monster is out of control! Look at my laptop! LOOK AT MY FACE!” Jimmy pointed at the shiny stars on his cheeks, glaring at you in frustration. “You need to do something about him, CURLY! This is your fault he’s got your hair!”