Princess Angie

Dua, now Angie, stood in a poofy, frilly, bright pink dress and looking smug and demure.

"Father," she said. "Can I have your credit cards, please?"

"Why?" John asked.

"To buy stuff, duh!"

"Sorry, sweetie. Not right now."

Angie stamped her feet. "I want your credit cards NOW! I'm a princess, and princesses always get what they want!"

Scarlett Johansson had been walking by, and she saw the scene Angie was putting on and rolled her eyes.

"Some people don't know how to raise their kids."

"father that lady was mean to me!" Angie cried, pointing to Scarlett. "Make her pay!"

"Okay," John said, zapping away Scarlett's memories with the ray.