It had been one of those days. The kind with multiple imminent alien invasions, three new would-be supervillains (all with plans sheer elegance in their simplicity), and a random slime monster attack to round things off.
Wendy had really loved those shoes too.
"Yo, Wendy Watson."
"Hey Noser."
"You know what I can't stand?"
"The rain pounding against your window?"
"Bringing back sweet memories."
"The one sound you just can't stand."
"That's what I'm talking about."
Wendy had really loved those shoes too.
"Yo, Wendy Watson."
"Hey Noser."
"You know what I can't stand?"
"The rain pounding against your window?"
"Bringing back sweet memories."
"The one sound you just can't stand."
"That's what I'm talking about."