"Look Grandma!" the trio shouted. "It's the Blonde Plutoz!"
"Uh-huh. They're blonde alright. Come along now." She waved impatiently.
The tiny one grunted and stomped her huge feet.
"We wanna see their show!"
"Not tonight. In ten minutes the only thing you'll want to see is your pillows. And if you don't, I'll make you."
The impatient waving showed no sign of stopping and the whiskers on Grandma's face twitched with firmness.
Zana dropped her voice and leaned closer.
"Tell you what, girls. Come by tomorrow, or when it suits ol' whatshername over there, and we'll take you backstage. How's that?"
"Yay!" all three cried, then giggled, paws over their mouths. Rivqua gave the furry matriarch a reassuring nod.
"Interesting offer," said the middle one, switching to professional mode. "Could we use the opportunity to get an exclusive with you? I'm thinking like, a four-parter, starting in next week's issue."
"That'll be fine," Zana smiled.
Charged with excitement, the girls bounced back and joined their Grandma. The Blonde Plutoz laughed. The elderly alien gave the two rock stars a scrutinizing gaze with, it seemed to Zana and Rivqua, a hint of doubt's benefit.
"Come on, Zan," Rivqua said, feeling light, "Let's check out the Strip, spend our last change."
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