Small wooden Shack: Our muses are exploring abandoned buildings
Desert Bluffs: Our muses have entered a world where everything is wrong.
Barbie felt a chill go down her spine, as she read an old magazine, she had stopped by an antique shop, and apparently a magazine warranted from six months ago, counted as one. Who knew?
However, it was the main article that caught her by surprise. Abandoned Places. How did Barbieland even have abandoned places? An abandoned shopping mall graced the glossy pages of the magazine. And Witch Barbie gasped aloud in both horror and astonishment. A mall? Of all places, a mall had become abandoned for tacky netural fashion choices.
However, the more she considered it while sipping her apple spiced tea, the more the wheels turned in her brain. Maybe there was stuff left behind there? Maybe she could find that party store that the article advertised, and get something splendid for Halloween? But, she couldn't possibly go by herself. There was only one Ken for the job. For adventure and extreme shopping.
"Pleassse, please, please. I'll trade you my limited edition mango sunblock? I'll do *anything* if you come with me to the abandoned mall?" She begged to Beach Ken's answering machine. Followed by a quickly mumbled. "I'll wear a kenough hoodie with you for a day? Please, I don't want to go to creepsville mall, by myself." She hung up the phone, satisfied that she could do no better plea.
