Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (
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OOM: don't let your daughters grow up to be cowgirls...
[Sometime after this...]
Sure, so there's nothing suggesting foul play about this strange place. But Kate still don't like it, and after the scouting mission she went on with her new friend, they found it was far more horrible than they could have imagined. A kitchen, truly vast, filled with so much food — and sweets. An icebox full of fruit and jams and jellies, cakes, pies, and ice cream. More food than a thousand people could eat in a thousand days! Natasha and Katherine knew what they had to do.
"Listen up!"
(They had their tea, weighed their options, and drew their maps and plans in detail. X's marked the places where the food and drinks were kept, question marks swirled over the Magical Bar, and dashes detailed an escape route out the back door toward the forest. Nobody would ever catch them, and there were more than enough other children to pull it off. They just had to convince them their mission was just.)
"The plan is simple. While the adults ain't looking, we clear out the cupboards. Nobody knows who's in charge here; ain't none of us have seen our mamas an' papas. Ain't you tired of not knowin' what's goin' on? Of havin' to ask? Of adults tellin' us no sweets 'cuz they'll rot our teeth? We just want our fair share, an' we want it for every one of us! Why do they get t'keep it all locked up?"
She nods to Natasha.
Sure, so there's nothing suggesting foul play about this strange place. But Kate still don't like it, and after the scouting mission she went on with her new friend, they found it was far more horrible than they could have imagined. A kitchen, truly vast, filled with so much food — and sweets. An icebox full of fruit and jams and jellies, cakes, pies, and ice cream. More food than a thousand people could eat in a thousand days! Natasha and Katherine knew what they had to do.
"Listen up!"
(They had their tea, weighed their options, and drew their maps and plans in detail. X's marked the places where the food and drinks were kept, question marks swirled over the Magical Bar, and dashes detailed an escape route out the back door toward the forest. Nobody would ever catch them, and there were more than enough other children to pull it off. They just had to convince them their mission was just.)
"The plan is simple. While the adults ain't looking, we clear out the cupboards. Nobody knows who's in charge here; ain't none of us have seen our mamas an' papas. Ain't you tired of not knowin' what's goin' on? Of havin' to ask? Of adults tellin' us no sweets 'cuz they'll rot our teeth? We just want our fair share, an' we want it for every one of us! Why do they get t'keep it all locked up?"
She nods to Natasha.
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And then no one will go without ice-cream."
...speeches to rally the masses are harder than they look, and her excitement is starting to jitter with nerves.
"Everyone will get equal amounts. Are you with us?"
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Noriko is clearly all for this plan; she hardly ever gets to eat sweets because her mother's worried about her teeth and her health and Nori gets kind of jittery out of excitement anyway, and her mom thinks sugar will make it worse. There's already surreptitious talking about ADD and little glances at her and of course this is all just an excuse to hoard the candy by adults.
It's so unfair. (Thank god Keitaro hasn't shown up or the little blabbermouth might be running to the grownups right now.) "I'll help you liberate lots of candy."
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Marian is all about this plan. It's never really hurt anyone to eat a berry pie that she's seen, and the children of the nobility in her world would never dare to put together this kind of plan. Nor would they have invited her to do it, because she was The Sheriff's daughter. She's all manner of excited and ready to show she can totally do this.
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On the one hand, Vanellope doesn't have parents to order her around, and has never suffered for a lack of sweets. It's gotten to the point where she seeks out savory foods because she's so sick of eating candy all the time.
On the other hand, this sounds fun.
"Count me in."
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Dixie's only real question is will there be lollipops? but she doesn't voice it. "I can be the lookout," she offers, swinging her bare feet.
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"I'm definitely in!"
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She's pretty much decided to go along with it to keep an eye on everyone. Not that she's scared of reprocussions. If it came to that, she'd just have Claudia bail her out. No harm done.
"I'm game as well. We should find a plan of attack, though."
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"This is going to be brilliant! Count me in."
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"You're right, Valentine. I'll head for the ice box in the kitchen, but we need someone to head for the Bar, too. There's a pantry, an' lots of cupboards."
She pulls out the hand drawn map they put together earlier, done in pencil and crayon. The dimensions ain't anywhere near right, but it gets the message across clear enough.
"Take as much as you can carry, grab a sack or a basket. Dixie, you'll be a fine lookout, but someone may need t'cause a diversion t'keep attention off us doin' the grabbin'. We split up, get the loot, an' get outside to our hideout 'fore they can catch us. I'll give the signal when it's time to go."
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"TIME TO MOVE OUT, COMRADES!"
This is going to be the best Liberation ever.
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She's not sure if she should mention her venom blasts, nor even how to explain them, really. She's still excited, just a little nervous to be so different.
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"Both, Comrade Jessica! We'll Adapt To The Situation."
And with that, she runs off towards the Bar. Patience has never, it should be said, been one of her strong points.
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"That's amazin'! Uh huh, there's shelves real high up with all kinds of soda waters in different flavors. Take this, get yourself a pardner if y'need one, an' get as many as y'can."
She hands her the burlap sack and grins broadly.
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It'll be like trick-or-treat for UNICEF, only better.
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"I'll meet up with you guys at the bar. I'm going to go check the doctor's office here, they always have lollipops or something for kids."
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She skips off to the kitchen, making a beeline for the icebox. She knows right where she wants to go, thanks to her scouting mission with Natasha. The best part is there's nobody in the kitchen right now to tell her to stop.
(Though, she was kinda hoping she could yell, "This is a stickup!" just once.)
"Over here!"
She hollers for anybody close enough to hear, levering the big door open. The icebox is packed with all kinds of sweets, ripe for the taking. Kate grabs a parka—it's cold in there!—and trots in.
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She may or may not be grabbing the best stuff just before you get to it. Vanellope is a brat like that.
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The ice box was cold, and she was grateful for her heavy dress, but she didn't let the first shiver or her goosebumps stop her from beginning to test balancing a pie or two -- or three, maybe she could manage three, without them collapsing? -- while everyone was scampering around behind her.
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Soon her sacks are double -loaded with cartons of candy and stack after stack of chocolate bar. She heaves them over her shoulders and keeps going, adding a package or two of cookies atop them.
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"Sweet Willy Wonka," she says in awe, her face underlight with a rainbow.
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She marches back, back, back inside the icebox, where the frozen foods are kept. She's never seen so many sweet treats in all her life, and after pulling out several tubs of vanilla ice cream she starts reaching for unusual flavors.
'Rocky Road'.
'Cookies and Cream'.
'Moose Tracks'.
Anything and everything, setting some of the cartons on their sides and rolling them toward the door.
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There are so many! Sandwich cookies and Oreos, mint chocolate ones and peanut-butter ones and koala cookies--her favorite--and coconut ones and marshmallow-topped wafers in cellophane all go into the wrap carefully, muffling the sounds of bottles thumping together. She even takes some of the cocoa-hazelnut spread and a double handful of plastic spoons, just because.
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Trial and error eventually turns up a decently sized pail with more, and the sound of approaching footsteps from elsewhere in the area sends her scampering.
She meets up with her compatriots back behind the bar, helping and carrying where she can. Many hands make light work, after all.
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