The girls escape!

"How'd they do that?" Anne sputtered in disbelief, watching a pair of pretty panty-clad bottoms vanish into the carnival crowd. Yes, Susie and Bonnie would have to run all the way home now in just their bra and panties, but that was still way worse than having them here to torment some more. Not that she was a lesbian or anything. It was just really fun to torment and bully pretty girls.

Monique shrugged. "Beats me," she said. "I guess we're cheerleaders, not football players."

"Hank's a football player. Hank, why didn't you tackle them?"

"Huh? Hey, where'd Bonnie go? Did you see Grace Kelly over there?"

Anne sighed. "Oh, well," she said. "Fun's over, now that the kissing booth has been completely ruined. I'm sure there'll be something else to do at this carnival..."

"Hey! Who ruin kissing booth?"

"Oh my god, what now? Who are you and why do you talk like that? Is this your kissing booth? Who don't you get better locks?"

"Locks good as long you no jiggle them," said Olga. "And Olga talk normal. Where Olga come from, on other side of sun in land of ever winter and much sauna, all talk like this. Why you let my girls go? I have much plan for girls."

Anne-Marie rolled her eyes. Monique, eager to back her captain up, folded her arms and stuck out her tongue at the pair of heavily tattooed blondes. "Yeah," she said. "Take that."

"You roll eyes at Olga?"

"What are you going to do about it?" Anne nodded at the assembled cheerleaders, standing together, looking as tough as they could manage. "There's, like, a dozen of us. Even with your little friend..."

"Olga need no little friend."

"Seriously? You're going to fight all of us all by yourself?"