"So, how many wigs are in the first box?" Tamara asked and wasn't surprised when Eternia slumped onto the box with a loud howl.
"Exactly 20", she sniffed. "But do we really have to pack them up already?"
"Don't make a fuss, Eternia."
The blonde one was utterly desparate. "But... but... I'm the Mistress of Disguise! Wigs are my life! How am I supposed to live without... without... my PRECIOUSSSSS!"
"Oh please, not those cheap cliches! Besides, you still have a second box of wigs."
"A ha ha ha ha haaaa!" There was malicious laughter behind them. "As I can see you're already crawling in front of me. Very nice! Just as you should do, you worm!"
Eternia spun around. "Who dares to...?!"
Tamara only raised her eyebrows and eyeballed the woman who stood before them in a bossy pose. She held a broom in her hand and there was a very large hat on her head. "Hm... Wilhelmy, I suppose?"
"Your assumption is correct, worm!" The bloodshot eyes of the red-haired with blazed.
"Do you have something to store?" Tamara asked businesslike.
Wilhelma gave an amused noise. "No, I have something to DEMAND! There is no way I travel with scum like you. I demand a travel box of my own."
"Sure, no problem. I myself will make sure that it gets adressed to Madagascar!" Eternia exclaimed and put on a threatening pose.
"You dare to raise your voice against me, you maggot? Shall I turn you into a snail?!" the witch thundered.
"Now listen well, dearie!" Eternia growled and noticed how Tamara tensed too. "We might sit here all nice and pretty and play customs service but if you don't get your bum in gear right now and get out of my sight I'll demonstrate to you how to inflict pain!"
"You? What kind of power do you think you have? I don't feel even the slightest hint of magic coming from you." Wilhelma jeered.
"Correct, I don't have any magic. But you will feel my foot just fine, I guarantee!" Now Eternia's tone of voice was dangerously calm and something about her stance made Wilhelma's grin fade from her face. The witch took a closer look on the blonde woman, until surprised recognition showed up in her eyes. "Oh! You... you're..."
"That's exactly what I am! Maybe you can frighten Sinistra but certainly not me."
"We will see about that!" Wilhelma's voice resounded in the room when she vanished in a puff of smoke and only left her hat and broom.
"See ya and don't forget your foil", Tamara said calmly.
"Wow, who does she think she is?" Eternia was still bristling with anger.
"Err... the evil mastermind of Dolltopia? Sinistra's arch enemy? She plays her role quite well. Although I would deduct points. Her performance is a tad bit too theatric."
"She doesn't have to play the bad guy during the shooting break, though! Sinistra goes weak at the knees if she sees Wilhelma from afar."
"She is slightly high-strung though, you can't deny that."
"Still. Acts like a goddess in front of us!"
"Did someone call me?" asked a bell-like but somewhat distant voice.
"Ugh!" said Eternia and pulled herself together. "No, Charlotte. I'm sorry you felt this was directed at you."
"Oh." Charlotte twisted a curl between her fingers but kept looking at the ceiling while doing so. "Well, now that I am here, maybe I could travel in the funny box too?"
"Why do YOU have to..."
Tamara quickly interrupted her friend. "Whether you're a goddess or not, we don't accept Dals before next week when we're gonna fill fabric box 2."
"Oh. Oh well." Absendmindedly Charlotte strolled away.
"Good grief", Eternia murmured, "the madness just doesn't stop."
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