The streets of New Loompaland are completely desserted, adding an almost malevolent air to the happiest place on earth feel of the decor
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Skeptical, Turtle plants her orange hands on her hips and eyes the building.
"It's too quiet. I don't like it. Do we just saunter in and let him out?" She frowns and runs forward a few steps in slow motion, humming the Six Million Dollar Man theme. Her sister prefers the Bionic Woman, but Turtle likes to stick to the classics. Mid-stride, she is distracted by a sign reading "New Loompaland Police Station." The sign is made entirely out of peppermint sticks and licorice. She attacks it with gusto, and soon it reads "New Loompaland lice Station." Turtle looks proud of herself.
Turtle gnaws on a piece of licorice and looks around. She wonders briefly if New Loompaland has a stock exchange. If she made this disguise permanent, she could set up business down here and make... a mint.
She smiles at Mike. "It makes sense. I often use the same tactic at school. If I just waltz into the office and call Baba to check my stocks, easy breezy, I sometimes get away with it. I've learned not to make the mistake of asking for permission."
With that, she turns the door knob, takes a deep breath and walks in first. After all, she will blend much more easily than Mike. Once inside, she stops herself from staring at the desk made of lollipops and looks around for the cells.
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"It's too quiet. I don't like it. Do we just saunter in and let him out?" She frowns and runs forward a few steps in slow motion, humming the Six Million Dollar Man theme. Her sister prefers the Bionic Woman, but Turtle likes to stick to the classics. Mid-stride, she is distracted by a sign reading "New Loompaland Police Station." The sign is made entirely out of peppermint sticks and licorice. She attacks it with gusto, and soon it reads "New Loompaland lice Station." Turtle looks proud of herself.
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Turtle gnaws on a piece of licorice and looks around. She wonders briefly if New Loompaland has a stock exchange. If she made this disguise permanent, she could set up business down here and make... a mint.
She smiles at Mike. "It makes sense. I often use the same tactic at school. If I just waltz into the office and call Baba to check my stocks, easy breezy, I sometimes get away with it. I've learned not to make the mistake of asking for permission."
With that, she turns the door knob, takes a deep breath and walks in first. After all, she will blend much more easily than Mike. Once inside, she stops herself from staring at the desk made of lollipops and looks around for the cells.
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