Hair today, gone... Also today

Wenda smirked as she saw Michael walking into the hair salon, remembering how the guy loved his long, blonde hair more than anything else; including her and that bitch Brenda.

"Well, let's just see about that..." Wenda said to herself as she sneaked into the salon. Standing to the side, she watched as a heavyset woman in her thirties approached the counter.

"Ah, Michael! How's my favorite customer today?" The woman asked sweetly.

"Hey, Gina!" Michael greeted as he flipped his hair, "Just the usual today. Wash and dry."

"Sure we can't interest you in a -"

"Told you last week, Gina." Michael interrupted rudely, "Until my hair is down to my butt, you ain't touchin' the due."

"Just checking..." Gina said with a **** smile as she lead Michael over to a hair washing station.

As Michael sat down and leaned back, Wenda thought about what to do. She could dye his hair into a rainbow, that would damage his ego. As she looked around, she noticed something that made her grin wickedly: A bottle of hair remover that promised that the hair would be gone for several months.

"What better payback is there...?" Wenda thought as she grabbed the bottle and walked towards the station.

The drunken vagabond in Wenda's clothes gave a wave of thanks to the liqueur store owner as she left, a bottle of whisky in her hand. She placed the bottle to her lips and looked across the street...

Just in time to see a floating bottle in the salon next door.

The vagabond looked at the whisky bottle and poured it out onto the ground. "Maybe I *urp* should actually stop. I think *hic* I'll go buy a cof-*hic*-fee or shomething..."

Back in the salon, Wenda waited until Gina was distracted by a phone call to make her move.

"Is this gonna take long, Gina?" Michael asked in annoyance, his eyes closed. "I have to pick up Linda to take her to the club tonight."

"Ha! Serves the bitch right if he can't even remember that her name is 'Brenda'." Wenda thought with a smirk. Clearing her throat, she donned a stereotypical Russian accent as she said, "Is good, Hair Boy. I am Sonya, Gina's new assistant."

"Wha-"

"Keep eyes closed!" Wenda ordered, fighting back a laugh as Michael did just that. Not that Michael could see her of course, but still. "I have special shampoo from homeland! Can clean mud and stink from goat heard in seconds. Much better than capitalist American crap. Sonya vill use on you."

"Um... No thank you, Sonya." Michael said nervously, "I think that I want to stick with my usual shampoo and -"

"That is vhere Hair Boy is wrong!" Wenda spat, "Hair Boy does not know vhat he vants. Sonya knows vhat Hair Boy vants!"

"Gina..."

"Nyet!" Wenda barked, almost laughing. "Sonya vill make Hair Boy most vanted man in room! Girls vill be begging to... How do you Americans say, 'Bang you senseless'?"

"... This shampoo can do that?"

"Dah! This shampoo makes vearer desired by opposite sex." Wenda lied, "Sonya's Mama used this during Village Party, and Sonya has now fifty suspects for Sonya's father!"

"... ... Ah, what the hell? Let's give it a shot."

Wenda stifled a laugh as she opened the bottle of hair remover, pouring it into Michael's hair as she began to rub it in in the water. Wenda bit her lip as she saw Michael's golden locks fall out and float in the water before being sucked down the drain, doing her absolute best to keep herself from laughing. After ten minutes, Michael's head was balder than a baboon's butt.

And as Wenda looked up to see that Gina was finishing up her phone call, that was when she decided to step away and wash her hands, stepping back to enjoy the show...

Back in his lab, Leroy went over some various notes of his experiments.

"Let's see here..." He said to himself, "'Formula RWF12 requires twice the amount of carbon than first thought'. Ah, I remember that one. 'Formula AQTZ9 is not to be taken internally'. Never making that mistake again! 'Formula ENF21-A has a time limit of twelve hours after... Consumption...'."

Leroy looked a little worried at that as he looked up at the clock on the wall, realizing that Wenda had taken it at least two hours ago. He then shrugged nonchalantly.

"If it was the old formula, Wendy would have gone home and wait it out by now." Leroy said as he took a sip from his coffee, "She's a smart girl."

"Sorry about that, Michael." Gina apologized as she returned to the washing station. "Now, let's get to - OH MY LORD!"

Wenda chuckled quietly as she watched Michael's bald head shoot up and turn to Gina in surprise.