Showtime!

The three entered the auditorium through the backdoor, quietly sneaking around the stagehands, when they saw the actors on stage.

“What the… what is this play? I see a… purple turtle woman in dance gear? Fighting against a two-headed snake with a wig and glasses?” Robin cocked her head in confusion.

“And they’re in front a western carriage, which is being pulled by a modern day car? Is this written for and by stoners?” Asked Eve.

“Apparently, it’s an adaptation of Footloose. It just took a few liberties.” Answered Sam.

“A few?”

“Okay, it’s totally different, but is any of this really our concern right now? We need clothes, not a theatre show.”

“Sam, look inside the carriage!” Spoke Robin, making Sam turn her head. Inside, there was a familiar green skirt. To make matters worse, she finally noticed her mother sitting in the front row seat, enjoying the show.

“Oh my God, how are we going to get my skirt back? If mom catches me here…”

“That won’t happen, you know why?” Eve rested her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Because I have a plan. You see, we- OH MY GOD!” Eve looked up at the catwalk. Up there, Andrew tried to grab Robin’s bra which was tied to a counterweight. “Oh, he won’t get away with that.” Eve practically flew up the ladder, skipping every other step.

“Eve, at least tell me your plan!” Begged Sam, her pleas falling on deaf ears. “Robin, please tell me you have a plan.”