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DOGS barked in the distance as the three heroes arrived at the old washing district.
"And that's why, he always punches the hare in same place," Ray explained, his story boring Emily.
"Uh-huh," Henry listened.
"Eventually, it will fall off," Ray finished.
Henry just stood there, "What?"
Ray ignored him, "So... What now?"
"We fight," Emily laughed, putting her hand on her hip, "Duh."
"Yeah, duh," Henry copied, swinging his hip mockingly to the left.
"Why must you mock me?" Emily deadpanned.
"Cuz," Henry swing his hip to the side again, "It's fun."
Emily whacked his shoulder, "Quit it."
He swung his hip to the other side, "I don't wanna."
Emily flicked his forehead really hard and he rubbed his head.
"Ow."
"Are we gonna fight some crime or what?" Ray interrupted their argument.
"Obvi!" Henry twirled his imaginary long hair with his finger and batted his eyelashes.
"I don't do that."
"You totes do!"
"I'm going to kill you," Emily joked.
They got ready to break down the door when Henry's phone rang, "Ah. Hold on, it's Piper." He answers the phone and put it to his ear, "What's up little sis?"
"Hey, do you have any towels at work?"
"Uh..." Henry leaned over Emily's shoulder and looked into the laundromat, "Yeah, I can get you some towels."
"Ok—"
"I can get you a lot of towels," Henry said mysteriously.
