Svea's all, "That dude is wearing a necklace."
Henry's all, "So? This dude doesn't have a head. But he does have a bum."
Svea's all, "Oh. Poop. Potty."
Henry's all, "can't talk because he's laughing so hard at Svea's clever potty talk."
We are at the mall, of course. With an elderly audience who thought they could walk their laps in peace.
But the headless mannequins and the cologne-sprayed entrance booming with pop hits had another idea:
Children Dance Fever.
Fame! I'm gonna live forevah...
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