Coffretchi gazed at her 4 suitcases, bursting with enough identical outfits to last her the camping trip (hopefully). How she loved that gorgeous pink and yellow hat, yellow scarve, pink dress and white belt. Then she looked at her dressing table, with the numerous bottles, capsules and cartons filled with makeups of all forms, colours and finishes spilling out onto it.
How silly she'd been! She'd packed so many of her hats, dresses, socks, scarves and belts that she'd forgotten to leave space for her makeup!
"I only have space for one tiny bag filled with makeup in the last suitcase. I need to choose wisely." she tutted to herself.
She pored over the makeup for at least a half hour, picking something up and putting it down. Saying 'ooh, pretty colour, but the forest air simply won't agree with it'. Or, 'I love how this applies, but I can't deal with something blocking up my pores when I'm with my friends!' she finally decided on 11 lipsticks, 20 eyeshadows, 17 blushers, a couple of eye liners, 39 bottles of mascara- and the pièce de résistance, her very best eyelash curlers! She crammed it all into the (not at all) small bag (at least not to you and me), and carefully squished the bag into her final suitcase.
She glanced at the time, 4:30. 4:30... that was important. What was important about four thir-
"Aiiiieeeee! I was meant to leave at 4:15! I'm going to be late- and it won't even be FASHIONABLY late! It'll be-" she stopped, could she say that 2 letter prefix?
"un-fashionably late! And I haven't even done my makeup!"
She jumped onto her bed and hovered above the button underneath her pillow that was for 'emergencys only' her father, the makeup artist had told her. This was an emergency- it was a- fashion emergency. An alarm siren screeched throughout the house, and a steel belt clamped around her stomach.
Her bed lowered into a bright cellar, carpeted in pink and yellow, with giant sculptures of mascara, eyelash curlers and her very own Dream Palette. The bed moved to an angle, the steel belt unclipped and Coffretchi fell into a plush seat. A small screen came down from the ceiling, playing the hit song "Happy Happy Harmony" by Lovelin. She quickly tapped a complex code into the screen, and instantly, skinny metal arms came down from the ceiling, making her up- almost as perfectly as she did it.
A large scale model of Pinkdreambakutchi with a hole to accommodate the seat Coffretchi was sitting in rose from the ground. It fastened with a click and a yellow seatbelt clipped automatically along Coffretchis belly. A door opened and Coffretchi was jetted out onto the street and into the air, all while furiously tapping directions to the Tama Woods into a screen on her vehicles head.
She breathed a sigh of relief as a small glass screen came down over her head- travelling by Robot-dreambakutchi was a long, slow ride, but at least her makeup wouldn't be ruined while she did it. She looked into the back of her vehicle to check all her bags were there- they were, thank goodness.
She saw a small figure waving from the ground, her dad. She waved back, though she doubted he could see her properly.
She looked into a mirror and touched up her makeup- this camping trip better be worth it.
Here is the form~
