Pink Arrivals

Felix tuned his guitar in the garage, the alien decal on his black T-shirt catching the afternoon sunlight. His long blonde hair fell across his shoulders as he adjusted the star hairpin behind his ear.

"Did you hear?" Vic burst through the door, his blue hair messy from running. His crooked teeth showed through his excited grin. "There's a new hairstylist in town!"

Felix's fingers froze on the strings. "What kind of hairstylist?"

"The kind with pink hair and those Japanese cartoon outfits," Vic said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Yasmin and her crew are going crazy for her."

Felix set down his guitar. "Does she use..." He couldn't finish the sentence.

"Clippers," Vic whispered dramatically.

The Boxes of Doom

Adam kicked open the garage door, his strawberry blonde hair catching the breeze. "We need to practice before she ruins everything!"

"Who's she?" Felix asked, still holding his guitar.

"Miss Lolly," Adam spat. "The new hairstylist with the torture machines."

Nat appeared behind Adam, covering the white patches on his arms with his sleeves. "She's setting up shop downtown. The twins saw her unloading boxes of clippers."

Felix's face went pale. "Boxes?"

"Mason counted at least five," Nat said quietly.

Vic pushed his glasses up nervously. "What if she forces everyone to get haircuts?"

Adam grabbed his drumsticks. "Then we fight back. The Buzz Kills versus the clipper lady."