Wooooooooah We're Halfway There

                                    

                                          
Coming from the high of their previous mission's success, the family decided that they would be starting the preparations for the third temple almost immediately. They were loading boxes and supply crates into the fwagon, meanwhile Polly was sipping on a juice box with her private snail Micro-Angelo attached to her bucket. 
Polly: Good work, everyone! Wish I could help, but... no legs, you know?
Anne: Mm-hmm.
Hop Pop: We depart for the third temple tomorrow, Bessie, ol' gal, and I have a big job for ya. Speak of the frog devil. Polly, leave Micro-Angelo here with us and get back to packin'.
Polly: Want me to grab a weapon or two from the hidden armory under the house?
Y/N: Hidden what?
Polly: Oh yeah, so theres this secret hidden armoury and basement under the house behind the fireplace. Nothing special. 
Hop Pop: Go grab a weapon or three, dear. These temples have been pretty nasty, and I wanna be ready for anything.
Polly: That's what I'm talkin' about!
Polly bounced into the house and was quickly followed by Y/N who peered down the steps into the basement and saw Polly bringing out a box of boom shrooms from the armoury. 
Polly: Definitely gonna need these bad boys. 
She tossed the box next to the caravan before turning back to the steps. 
Polly: And now to get more deadly weapons. Ha-ha!
She went down the stairs and Y/N heard Marcy and Anne discussing something with eachother. 
Marcy: So, Anne, I think we can both agree everything's riding on these last two temples.
Anne: Yep.
Marcy: And can we also agree that you need some new gear already?
She motioned to Annes tatted up clothes and ripped sock. 
Anne: Fair.
Y/N quickly slid himself into the conversation, sliding between them with an excited look. 
Y/N: Did I just hear that you need the world's best fashionista to design my bestie some drip?
Anne: Hey, thats a great idea! Y/N knows lots about this stuff so he could definitely make some stuff for me. 
Y/N beamed with pride but what was said next made him deflate like a balloon. 
Marcy: Sorry babe, as much as I know you'd love to make something for Anne I already took the libery of  fly-mailing Newtopia's best armorer, and he's on his way right now to give you a whole new look!
Anne: Hold up. Did she just say "new look"?
Y/N: Did she just say "best"?
Anne: Oh, no. Not again. I cannot tell you how many times Sasha and Marcy have tried to give me a makeover! This is not gonna go well.
Y/N: ... I will reclaim my title. 
They waited out front for this supposed "best armourer". He eventually arrived in an impossibly fancy beetle and sauntered down the steps. 
Bernardo: My name is Bernardo. Who is in need of my services? 
The moment he looked at Anne, he gave a disgusted look. 
Beenardo: Never mind. It is clearly you.
Anne: Is it really that bad?
Bernardo: It's worse.