P.Q.P.R.T (part 2)

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After Mr. Stan Butt-lick death, Airi got permission from the new owner to forms an all female restoration team in order to restore and protect the park from further harm. In this story Airi and her team has to catch someone who has been trying to dirty up the park by knocking over all the trash cans and if they fail their group might get disbanded by the new owner of the park, Cindy Butt-lick.

Submitted: June 07, 2017

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Submitted: June 07, 2017



Part 2


(Pendleton Queen Park Restoration Team)


“Shut up!” cried one of the trees behind the Asian child, “I hate the sound of children laughter. Why do you think live in this area?”

“Shut up tree!” Shouted the girl. “I can laugh if I want too.”

“Well, I can tell on you if I want!” Shouted the tree.

Not wanting to anger the tree any further, the girl apologized to the tree before running away.

Only moments after the incident with Alice, The P.Q.P.R.T members started finding trash cans tipped over in different locations. In response to this Airi advised the other members of the group to ignore all small crimes people at the park usually commit. Instead, they were told to focus their attention on anyone who might fit the description Alice gave earlier.

Continuing her patrol of the park, Safari didn’t pay much, if any, attention to the people over the height of the person Alice described. Spitting gum unto the grass or anything equally as small wasn’t as important as finding the person who knocks over trash cans for a living. It was as big a gap as j-walking was to robbing a bank. Safari heard a voice calling out to her as she walked past one of the parks trash cans. Safari turned around and noticed a small female child standing right behind her. Unknowingly to Safari, the child that stood behind her was the person responsible for the trash cans being kicked over, however, she wasn’t wearing her bear mask nor hoodie.

“Can I help you?” Asked Safari.

“I saw someone kicking over a trash can.”

“Were they wearing a red hoodie and a bear mask.”

“Yes, I could show you wear I last saw them if you want.”

Taking her offer, Safari followed the young girl past the tennis court, through a slightly open field, down a narrow lane with clustered trees on both sides and stopped in a slightly open area surrounded by trees.

“Wears the trash can she kicked down?” Asked Safari.

“I lied, there is no trash can around here you dummy.”

“Who you calling a dummy, kid?” Asked Safari angrily.

“I’m calling you a dummy, dummy.”

“Where’s your parents kid?”

“None of your business, lady”

Safari tried to grab the young girl, however, the girl quickly moved out of Safari’s reach. The young girl then quickly launched three black spikes into Safari’s chest causing Safari to fall onto her back.

“What did you throw at me? Asked Safari.

“Poisonous darts,” said the young girl cheerfully.

“Poisonous darts?”

“Yep, you should be passing out any moment now.”

Safari vision and hearing started to fade away. She took a hold of the whistle that hung around her neck. However, before she could put it to her mouth and blow on it, the young girl wrestled it out of her hand. Darkness soon fell upon Safari.

Back at the Byzantine restaurant, Airi thought non-stop about the villain in the bear mask. “What would motivate someone to go around and knock over trash can?” She thought to herself, “It’s so childish.”

As Airi thought over the situation, a young girl walked into the restaurant. She looked very much like the girl behind the bear mask. In fact, the only real differents between the two (to anyone who thinks most Asian people look alike) were their height: She was clearly taller than the other girl. Also, her long, black hair went down to her waist giving her a more mature look. She looked to the left of her where the other customers were eating at the tables. Whoever she was looking for wasn’t sitting at one of the tables, so she went to the counter where Airi was standing.

“Hello!” The girl said cheerfully.

Airi gave a welcoming smile. “Hello!”

“Have you seen my sister, Grace.”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t seen her. Is she lost? Do you need help finding her?”

“I’m sure she’s fine. Mom and Dad are about to cut the watermelon and told me to go find her.”

“Well, if you give me a description of her, I can tell her that if I see her.”

“Ok, she’s probably wearing her red hoodie for some reason, it’s not even cold. And- “

“Does she wear a bear mask?” Asked Airi quickly.

“Yes, she brought it with her.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name, sweaty.”

“My names Annie.”

“Hi Annie. My names Airi.”

“Hello, Airi.” greeted Annie.

“I have seen your sister.” Said Airi.

“Do you know where she is?” Asked Annie

“Probably knocking down one of our park trash cans as we speak.”

“Why would she be knocking down your trash cans?”

“I don’t know why, however, I do know one of my park guards saw someone wearing a red hoodie and a bear mask kicking over our trash cans.”

The girl became slightly outraged at the accusation of her sister. “How do you know it was my sister? It could have been anyone in a red hood and bear mask.”

“The suspect in question is reported to be very short. How tall is your sister?”

“Well, she’s only seven, so she’s supposed to be short.”

“Red hoodie, bear mask and short, sounds like your sister, doesn’t it?”

“But why would she do it?”

“I don’t know. Did she ever have a dislike for this place or something?”

“Well, she said she liked the park better when it was dirty. I on the other hand love that y’all cleaned this place up”

“That’s a good enough reason for a seven-year-old to want to knock over trash cans, isn’t it? If she liked this place better when it was over-run with filth doesn’t stand to reason that she would try to dirty it back up?”

Annie thought it over. “probably.”

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