Wendy Wittson, who was currently stuck in between being a human woman and ballerina toy, looked around at the five remaining winners. Clyde, Bernadette, Mimi, and a few she did not remember. Now, they were all very freaked out, sweating, and staring wide eyed at her or Teddy Bear Sharon. Wendy couldn't exactly figure out why. True, she never planned on being a toy today, but so far she was amicable to it. Or was that all part of the transformation?
"Anyone?" Her owner said, "Who of you, is ready. To get. This. Party. Staaaaaaaraarted!" The pink clad girl pumped her fists. And then the winners, to a person, bolted into the wilds of the Emporium like gazelles on the serengeti. Clyde and Mimi were the last to bolt, and the slowest. They both each realized this, but Mimi acted first and put all her weight behind a shove, sending Clyde flying and falling into a blue ball pit, a cute facsimile of a duck pond with a little play dock and little play boat.
"I guess you're next," Megan said, walking up to Clyde just as he surfaced. Her loyal toys, Wendy, Sharon, and the Megan Dollies, all following her like loyal pets. "But what will you be? Will you be A) Cute and cuddly? Or B) Strong, Brave, and Battery-powered?"
Megan tapped her chin. "Choices, choices. . ."
