We're destroying things, as it turns out.

"All right girls, listen up! I have out first mission. We've been hired by a person named Mr. P to take down Portable 9, a storage facility for unusual artifacts. We're supposed to set off an electromagnetic pulse, which will permanently disable all of the computers and robot guards in the building, as well as everything else electronic in a ten mile radius. We won't bring our phones."

Andie slouched in her seat a little bit. "Robots aren't very easy to stab. Are we sure this is going to be fun?"

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Stabbing people is nowhere near as fun as you might think," She said. "Just think about it."

Andie thought about it. And then made a face. She decided not to think about it anymore, and instead asked Rylan, "What's the rest of the plan?"

Rylan scribbled on the whiteboard, pointing out where they would pick up the EMP, the weakest points of entry in Portable 9, alternate escape plans, and where they would rendezvous with Mr.P

[Camera sweeps out over grass plain. Characters stride purposefully to an unknown destination. Intense rock music plays.]

[Rock music fades to lighthearted banjo as it is realized that walking isn't anywhere near as intense as driving a car too fast while off to go do something illegal.]

Our heroes (or villains, depending on who you are) reached the EMP pickup spot in a comfortable count of time, with the next-preferred method of light jogging and fast walking, as the first-preferred method of transport- the telekinetically powered Radio Flyer wagon from last May- was nowhere to be found.

Exactly as promised by Mr. P, the item was prepared and ready for pickup, laying inconspicuously among bricks and rubble from a long-demolished play fortress from the big people.

Just as Andie scooped it up and put it in her backpack, Rylan began to realize that two girls in bright clothes, plus one in a cartoonish yellow sombrero would attract some attention. Here they were out in the open, a grass field on their right and thick bushes on their left, standing in a tight bunch, fiddling with backpacks and foreign objects. She frowned at her own bad planning, and that no one else had noticed it was bad planning.

Rylan looked over her shoulder.

An idea sparks

On Sunday afternoon, Rylan knocked on Lilly's door with a request.

"Get out of your pajamas and meet me and Andie under the fir tree. We're going on an adventure!"

Lilly looked up from her sketchbook, where she was attempting to draw a banana waging war on a small town. "What kind of adventure?"

"The the kind with lots of combat." Rylan replied conspiratorially. She then turned smartly and pranced down the hallway, imagining what sort of battles could be fought with three people and an unknown evil.

When Lilly made it outside in what was socially accepted as daytime clothes, she found her sister and her housemate under the fir tree discussing Cool and Creative Ways To Torture People, a topic explored so often that it got it's own capital letters. As of now, they were pondering leaving an artist in a room with a no-nonsense neat freak.

"Ah! Lilly!" Andie said, interrupting herself. "Have you brought a weapon or is that just a purse?" She said this in a way that clearly indicated she knew nothing about just how helpful a purse can be. Or perhaps she was just biased, because she fully understood just how helpful fanny packs and cargo pants could be.

"It is a purse. With a knife inside. And some snacks if this thing lasts too long. What's the sombrero for?" She said this in a way that clearly indicated that she knew nothing about just how helpful sombreros can be for fighting... whatever it was they would go fight. In fact, her tone may have also indicated that she did not believe sombreros were helpful at all. 

"Fear tactics." Andie replied with a truckload of self-assurance.

Lilly squinted at her.

"So. Lilly has a knife, I have a sword, and what do you have, Andie?"

"A BIG POINTY STICK!" She replied, a little louder than necessary.

She waited excitedly for her comrades to say that it looked like just a round-y piece of wood, and then pulled the top part off.

"LOOK AT THIS BABY! I FOUND IT IN GWEN'S CLAY BOX! You can use it for stabbing people, stabbing things, roasting marshmallows, crosshatching clay so you can stick two parts together and they won't come apart, dissecting dead things--" She stopped and gazed lovingly at it.

"Now, I see we all have sufficient weapons," Rylan said "All we need to decide is whether we want to save the world- or destroy it."

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ALRIGHTY, FELLAS!

Should they save the world or destroy it? A little bit of both perhaps? Who needs saving? Who needs destroying?

That is for YOU to answer! Put your ideas in the comments, and I will try my best to carry them out! I want to hear all your ideas. Even the least feasible. I have other dolls to work with and a willingness to create things.