"Get in line, Millo!"

"You get in line! I'm perfectly arranged! You're the one who's half on top of Violet's ass--"

Sherrie sighed. Way to ruin her nice Sunday afternoon.

Who did they think they were, the Power Rangers? Getting in an arranged formation, calling out fake attacks, wearing almost-matching outfits...Who did they think they were kidding?

Did they think they were good? That they'd get on some sort of TV show, or--

Then an idea hit her. She up picked her cellphone and started dialing.

"Hello, Ustern Talent Agencies, how may I help you?"

"So much for teams..." Millo sighed, and plopped herself down in the chair across from Sherrie. "Violet and Ricky should be here too..."

"Well you heard what the director said. They just didn't have 'superhero' aesthetics..." Sherrie said, sifting through a large stack of forms and papers she'd been given. "Oh. Also, apparently, your opening credits sequence didn't go through..."

"What?! What did they do to it?!"

"They cut the opening sequence in half."

Millo twitched. "How?!"

"With their fancy video editing program they bought with their bountiful company expenses," Sherrie said, tapping her pencil in irritation against the table.

"Whyyyyy?!"

Sherrie sighed. "My best guess is because of the parts that showed too much of your boobs." Then she laughed. "Or maybe because they get enjoyment out of angering you?"

Millo was not one to keep her anger contained within her, and had no reason to spite Sherrie anyway. So she left out a howling scream and flopped onto the floor, which, lucky for her, was carpet.

"Why do they dooooo thissss?!"

"You're not a child. Get up," Sherrie said coldly, pencil-tapping rate increasing.

"I'm fourteen, and I'm getting exploited by a network TV station for my own superhero show based on superpowers certain people seem to think I have, AND THEY CUT AND BOWLDERIZED THINGS THEY SAID THEY WOULD NOT!"

More pencil tapping. "That's children's programming for you."

"CHILDREN?"

The pencil flew across the room. "They're turning me into the next Disney breed of suck! This is unacceptable!"

"By your contract, yes, actually it is. It allowed them modifying of your character and scene takes in any way they find fit," Sherrie clarified, getting up from her desk, and prying her pencil out from the small hole in the wall where Millo had unconsciously flung it.

"I don't get a say in anything?"

"Not much."

"Goddamn shit."

"Don't want the directors to hear you talking like that, do you?"

"Will it get me fired out of this contract?"

"And also possibly sued."

"Goddamn shit."

"Why don't you go write them an angry letter, or something?" Sherrie laughed again, and resumed her seat.

Millo sat up. She smirked.

"What's with that look...? What did you--"

"Weren't they inquiring about me getting a sidekick?"

This time Sherrie twitched. She backed up near the exit to the room. "No. No way! Never! I'm not subjecting myself to this! I only agreed to come with you here because you said you needed someone to negotiate your contract...!"

"Aaaaaand cut!" the director called. "End scene one, Super Sonic Sherrie's Adventures, episode 1!"

Millo fanned herself with a stack full of papers. "Super Sonic Sherrie?" she inquired, nearly incapacitating herself with laughter.

"Don't. You. Dare. Tell. ANYONE," Sherrie growled. "I didn't come up with the name!"

"I was just going to compliment you on your wonderful costume!"

If that's what it could be called, the bad mess of spandex and feathers and extreme abuse of the colour hot pink.

"Would you just--"

"Sorry, Sherrie dear," Millo said, sticking out her tongue. "Violet and Ricky and I all are going to get ice cream to celebrate. Do you want to come with later?"

"Millo! Don't ask her that! You know she has to watch her weight for this new contract now!" Violet called over, grinning.

Millo supressed another laugh. "Sorry then. See you later, Sherrie!"

Sherrie paid no attention to the three running off the set, laughing their behinds off.

"So Miss Sherrie," said the director, coming up behind her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "What do you say we do the next episode about a villain who challenges karma?"