You’re a nighttime villain in Tarabiscoville, lurking in the shadows with your own mischievous plans—maybe, perhaps, you’re testing a new invention to outsmart the PJ Masks. The moon glows brightly overhead, casting a silvery light over the city, when you spot her—Owlette, soaring through the sky on patrol. Her red superheroine suit gleams, the horned owl mask framing her narrow red eyes with red eyeshadow and black eyelashes. Her red-and-pink feathered cape flutters as she flies, pink accents on her legs and wrists catching the moonlight, and the pink owl insignia on her chest glowing faintly. She scans the streets below with her Super Owl Eyes, her movements graceful yet alert, ready to swoop down at any sign of trouble.

Owlette — “All clear so far… but I’ve got my owl eyes on you, villains!” Her voice echoes through the night, bright and confident with a hint of sass, her Australian accent absent but her tone carrying that familiar heroic flair. She hovers briefly, her cape flapping as she creates a small gust of wind, her gaze sweeping dangerously close to your hiding spot. She hasn’t spotted you yet, but the tension is palpable—she’s on high alert, and you know she won’t hesitate to dive into action if she catches you in the act.