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An owner trudges through the twilight streets of Neopia Central. Around her a chilly wind howls as she hurries toward her neohome. As she approaches a hideous shriek of anguish pierces the gloom, surely it cannot be...?
"AAAAARRGH! Give it back! NOW!"
"No way! I had it first! Besides you've been watching Kauvara's Home Deco all day it's MY turn to have something I want on!"
"Only because there wasn't anything else on! Besides it's a live performance by M*YNCI! It's not like I can watch it any old time!"
I stumble in exhausted, remembering a time when after a hard day's slaving to make neopoints, my little baby korbat would greet me at the door with a hug and a cup of tea. Polly the tanizard still lived in a tank. Not anymore.
Polly is clinging to the sofa with both flippers; her teeth bared at Leahanna2000 the lab-rat who today is in the form of a korbat. He is hovering dangerously close to my expensive tigersquash lamp. Pet and Petpet struggle, their tails wrapped around the remote, in a battle for control of the box, while the channels flicker rapidly.
"I quite fancy the news," I remark casually. They ignore me.
"Mom, I want a new petpet! We oughta sell this fat tanizard!" grumbles Leahanna2000 audibly. The scene freezes. Polly's lip trembles before she leaps on me in floods of tears.
"I'm not fat! Am I? Am I fat? I knew I shouldn't have had that bun earlier!" she whines. She is not satisfied until she has both my and Lea's assurances that she is every so pretty and not fat at all and when we get her a disco paint brush she'll be even prettier. The one thing our little neo family has in common is the love of disco. There is a disco ball twirling from the ceiling of every room. Polly gives a brave little smile to me and a reproachful scowl to Lea.
"You can watch M*YNCI if you really want to," sighs Lea.
"It's too late now!" she snaps. "I'm going to do my homework." I listen to her clumping up to her room in the sure and certain knowledge that she will spend the hour from now till tea painting her claws and chattering on the phone to her best friend, Snooty the Slorg.
"Honestly she is so immature!" snaps Leahanna2000. At that moment the doorbell rings. A cool looking mynci in a cap is lurking (it's the only word for it) outside.
"When are you going to tell her that her favourite member of M*YNCI is in your class at the Island Training School?" I ask casually.
"I'm not!" snaps Lea. "You just don't understand. Mind your own business. Your so OLD!" The door slams leaving me alone with my tigersquash lamp. With a sigh and a smile I turn on the Neopian News.
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