'Um, hello? Carmelita?'
To say Carmelita was angry would be a understatement.
To Barkley, she looked calm. But in a instant, she went straight to PISSED!
"Penelope Mouse! I out to come down there and put a damn shock pistol to your butt and fire! What are you doing out of prison?!"
Hearing a audible gulp over the phone, Carmelita awaited for the reply. 'Carmelita, I know your angry at me, but you gotta believe me when I say that the Penelope that helped Paradox wasn't me.'
Raising a brow, Carmelita was curious at what she ment by what she said.
"Penelope, explain. And it better be the truth.'
What sounded like a sigh of relief was heard. 'Okay. It starts back to my parents when they were expecting. They thought they were going to have one big boy. Only, turned to having twin girls instead. Our parents were as surprised as the doctors. But, they were happy non the less. They named me Penelope Beatrice Mouse. But the one who helped Paradox, she is Penelope Alana Mouse.'
Hearing Penelope speak of her family past, Carmelita began believe her, yet needed proof to be sure.
"Tell me, do you have proof of this?" 'Yes! In fact, I asked Bently to send a message to Barkley's computer containing everything from our conception up till now.'
Hearing a beep from the computer, Barkley went to it before opening it. Reading over the files, he looked as surprised as he was astounded.
"It's all here Carmelita. I even know the doctors who birthed them. It's all legit."
Hearing Barkley say that, Carmelita...
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