Texas Goes In Through The Front Trying To Play It Cool.

(Original author unknown)

Texas straightened her clothes that were dishevelled by Grizzel. It was still up in the air whether Cleo was a criminal or not so Texas didn't have grounds to sneak in. She opened up the door and took in the emporium filled with the varied sexy outfits. Something was off, Cleo was nowhere in sight. There's no way someone of her size could just disappear.

Suddenly Texas heard a creaking sound above her. She looked up just in time to see two grey cheeks clad in black panties slam down onto her. "Welcome Texas always nice to have the Sheriff in my place of business, but I don't allow firearms at my store regardless of who they are." The hippo lady said with a slight accent. Cleo may have been born in Africa but she was raised in America, particularly in the city where the lingerie business is a little too competitive which is why she moved to Gold Springs. Cleo sat up revealing the weasel crushed into a butt print on her welcome mat. Cleo walked over to Texas removing her gun from her holster.

Texas twitched and groaned as she was back to being 2D, it hasn't even been an hour since her last squashing. Cleo then pulled back a curtain behind the front desk revealing a huge steampunk esque machine and threw Tex's gun into it. She then typed in a few commands causing it to come to life with gears turning and steam whistling. Then what was left of Texas' gun was on a tiny conveyor belt that transferred it into tiny metal decorations that mechanical hands began sewing into clothing.

"Hey, my gun, what the heck?!" Texas yelled reforming. "Should've read the sign." Cleo said pointing to a side inside that read "No guns, no exceptions". "You should put it on the outside." Texas said almost entirely reformed. "Then I wouldn't be having so much fun." Cleo said smirking. Tex huffed in anger but composed herself, determined to get information. "Alright Cleo I'm here for information about Smiling Jacks..."