Penelope Floofy was sliding down the gilded banister of the grand staircase in the sisters’ mansion– lacy dress, heels and all– after another long day shooting The Floofy and Fillafella Show.
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The two sisters sat, shocked, in the white leather chairs. Then Floofy leaned forward with red cheeks and a fierce glare, while Fillafella sat back with her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, and a sly gleam in her eye.
“If I understand you correctly, Mr. Wellsworthford, you have just declared that you will not sell us our plane?” asked Floofy indignantly. “No, I won’t! Lady, what you want is extremely difficult to realize. In fact, it’s absolutely conceptually impossible. And I refuse to even consider undertaking it,” Wellsworthford said smugly. “Oh, really?” Fillafella said, amused. Keeping her eyes on the stubborn salesman, she turned her head to whisper in Floofy’s ear.
Floofy frowned, then nodded, and finally smiled– devilishly. Continue reading
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As Floofy and Fillafella’s shiny black Lincoln slowed in front of the entrance to CustomAir, the two sisters appraised their surroundings. “This looks quite promising,” approved Fillafella, while observing the clean, modern facade and the elegant landscaping. Floofy smiled. After all, she was the one who had suggested CustomAir.
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”My dear sister Floofy. I have an announcement to make,” Fillafella declared, throwing aside a hair supply catalog. “Yes?” Floofy glanced up from the glossy fashion magazine she was reading while curled up on the gilded pink satin sofa. “I’m buying a plane,” Fillafella said nonchalantly.
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Dear Chlorine Guy 2.0,
I’m so glad you asked! My sister and I have a pool, and we’re always swimming, but I absolutely hate the feel and smell of chlorine in my hair. One day, I had had enough. So I formulated my Chlorine Killer rinse!
Here are the instructions:
Dear Knot Good Hair,
I am so happy that I got the first question! Floofy will be so vexed…
But in answer to your question, I would recommend my Hair Horrors serum, hands down. I created it just for hair disasters exactly like this. Slather a generous amount on the tangled section and wait for it to turn from green to blue. Then rinse it out, and your hair will be as soft, silky, and styleable as Persian cat fur! Enjoy!
Polly Fillafella xox
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Floofy and Fillafella arrived home by helicopter at two o’clock, having eaten lunch at a restaurant near their studio.
“Let’s go for a swim. We can try out our new bathing suits that we just got,”suggested Fillafella. “Oh, no, no, no, no! We must get ready for our party!” said Floofy, tossing her head. “The maids have done almost everything already!” Fillafella cajoled persuasively. “But there’s still so much to be done! My hair, my makeup, my outfit!” “Floofy, it’s only three o’clock. The party starts at ten. It doesn’t take you seven hours to get ready!”she laughed.
Floofy just stared at her.
“Oh, all right, maybe it does take you seven hours to get ready, but don’t you have a little time for a swim?” “All right. But we must discuss everything while we’re there!” agreed Floofy.