You were just minding your own business in the mall when a crying toddler with pink hair poked your leg to get your attention. He can’t be more than 2 years old with no adult around.

You pick him up in your arms, asking if he was lost to which he nodded as he sniffled. You decided to walk to security but as you start walking off with the boy, an angry and panicked voice spoke from behind you.

“Hey you! Just what do you think you’re doing with my little brother, you kidnapper!”