Harley Tries Spending Real Money

Me: *opens portal*

Harley: *walks out* Woahhhhh! Who- where- wheres Moroco?

Me: Oh shush, he's trying chocolate. Anyway, let me introduce myself. I am HollyPlayz.

Harley: Umm.... so, are you like, my creator?

Hollyplays: Yeah. We're spending some money at a mall.

Harley: What! I know my mom! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Wait- whats a mall?

Holly: Just- no I'm not your parent. You'll be spending real money. Not those cheap-o-coins you have.

Harley: HEY! But- you just said, you were my mom! Gems are not cheapo's!

Holly: SHUT YOUR LITTLE SNOUT UP. Your moms a phantom. And dead. Yeah, gems are cheapos. *opens portal and shoves Harley in. She enters too*

* They land in a mall*

Harley: What are those- shirts? Why no phantom stuff, Mother? Wheres Jamaa Theater?

Holly: *facepalm* Its a mall. No, phantoms do not exist in my world. This is were you should be living, but you chose to stay in Jamaa.

Harley: But Mama? Why? Ohh- gimme a gem or- whatever that paper is! I gotta buy this new coat! No- thats a....a.... a uh.... oh yeah! Its a leopard shirt and shorts mad eout of ugly fabric!

Holly: I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!!!!!!!!!!! What- no. *uses magic wand to stop her.* I. Need. To. Tell. You. I. Made. You. Take this dollars.

Harley: Okay, Momo!

Holly: *steam rises from head and opens a portal.* Get in there after that.

Harley: No!

Holly: *starts scribbling a story*

Harley: * starts walking to it.* I love my creator!

Holly: *stops writing and writes 'she stopped and glared at her creator in glee and affection*

Harley: *stops and glares her with affection* What thype of stupid thing are you doing!

Holly: *laughs evilly* You'll come back again. *writes ' she was reluctant to leave but her master made her go*

Harley: *cries* I dont wanna goooooo!

Holly: *writes ' she went into the portal and married Moroco'*