Suddenly, Wendy shakes her head slightly. "What's going on?" She inquired, slightly confused by her surroundings. She looked at the giant playpen trapping her. She was surrounded by toys that would interest only children in their early developmental stage. She reached out and poke a key on a toy piano in front of her, the toy making a pleasant sound.
She looks up from her toy and catches sight of Fiona mindlessly chewing on a teething toy. She looked adorable in her footed pajamas, drool dribbling lazily down her lips. This is so not what a woman should be acting like, Wendy thought, we should be acting like adul-
Wendy's thought was cut off by an infantile cry of despair. She whipped her head around to see Lisa throwing a full on tantrum on the ground, shocking Fiona out of her state of mind.
"What the hell?" Fiona shouts out. "Where in the hell are we?!"
A woman walks into the room, cooing to a distressed Lisa. What does Wendy do now?
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