Back at the Sanders' house, Zoe was getting impatient. "Seriously, any word from Gladys yet?" she asked Michelle, who was the one to insist upon sending the redheaded beauty in search of Zelda after the airhead had suddenly disappeared.
"Like, if she were to call us, we would have heard it," Burt pointed out, as he tried on another top. He had reached Sarah's age by now, and his breasts had almost reached her ample proportions as well. Burt was passing the time by trying out half of Zoe's wardrobe, annoyingly without asking her permission.
Zoe only glared at Burt, but the animosity was quickly forgotten when Michelle's cell rang. "It's Gladys," The French girl announced, as she flipped the phone open. "Hey there, any sign of her?" she asked the girl on the other end.
"Yes, finally," Gladys informed her, "I found her car parked outside that freaky goth club of all places. I poked my head in and like, those creepy twins were dragging Zelda upstairs. Do you think they're trying to get information out of her?"
"Of course they are!" Michelle snapped. "Stay put, we're heading over there." She snapped her phone shut. "The Goths nabbed Zelda," she explained to the others.
"What? But I thought they were in jail?" Burt answered.
"Not those three, the twins they were with yesterday," Michelle replied, gathering her things into her purse.
"Shit! Knowing that dolt she'll reveal everything without even meaning to!" Zoe exclaimed, "We have to go get her out of there. Now."
Michelle was already a step ahead of Zoe, but they had to pull Burt away from the pile of clothes. "Oh, that bimbo can wait. I just want to try on one more outfit..." he complained, as his breasts filled out Sarah's bra to its entirety.
