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“Well we can use the tarter sauce and pringles!” Snapped Fran. “You’re being a chicken. And Alberto has glow sticks. Look, here’s a glow in the dark frappe.”
"I can't even see the slight glow! Our night vision is terrible!" chickn ran, right into a jar of tatar sauce. "Ow."
 
"I can't even see the slight glow! Our night vision is terrible!" chickn ran, right into a jar of tatar sauce. "Ow."
Fran looked in every pocket but all she could find was her portable Starbucks, Lots of frappes, iPads, a couch, her french textbook, three pencils, a lump of gold, rolls of hundred dollar bills, batteries, a camera, photographs of last years poopcoming, rocks, notebooks, her mini-fridge, candy canes from who knows when, a dining table, and lots of other things. But no flashlight.
 
Fran looked in every pocket but all she could find was her portable Starbucks, Lots of frappes, iPads, a couch, her french textbook, three pencils, a lump of gold, rolls of hundred dollar bills, batteries, a camera, photographs of last years poopcoming, rocks, notebooks, her mini-fridge, candy canes from who knows when, a dining table, and lots of other things. But no flashlight.
"Hey, can I have a mini Ipad? They never made ones small enough for chickns." Chickn noticed everything had shrunk with Fran.
 
"Hey, can I have a mini Ipad? They never made ones small enough for chickns." Chickn noticed everything had shrunk with Fran.
(Fran was back to original size) she shrunk an ipad for Chickn. Then she remembered about the flashlight feature. “Aha.” She turned it on and there was light.
 
(Fran was back to original size) she shrunk an ipad for Chickn. Then she remembered about the flashlight feature. “Aha.” She turned it on and there was light.
Chickn couldn't roll her eyes so she rolled her head in a strange motion. "Ok, we gotta carry this stuff now," she reached for a Pringles container. "We'll have to come back later for the tartar sauce. Or, you know, put it in your pockets." She rolled the Pringles tube down the tunnel.
 
Chickn couldn't roll her eyes so she rolled her head in a strange motion. "Ok, we gotta carry this stuff now," she reached for a Pringles container. "We'll have to come back later for the tartar sauce. Or, you know, put it in your pockets." She rolled the Pringles tube down the tunnel.
“Sure,” Fran said. “If I leave five iPads behind I’m sure they’ll be enough space.” She slid it deep into her pocket.
 

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