Author's Notes:

Okay, change of plans. The uh... later, fic might have to wait til I'm older.

Also, references, beware!

Frantically running through the malls like a gaggle of jaguars, the four girls ran from place to place trying to find where Sour and Smallfoot had ran. Leaving them alone was the worst possible thing they could have conceived, and they had to find them fast.

"I told you you should have watched them!" Indigo said.

"Me? It was your turn to watch them!" Sunny replied.

"I'm the one who got the gum out of Smallfoot's hair!"

"What do you want a medal, it was your gum that got in her hair!" Sunny retorted.

"Can we just shut up and find them!?", Lemon snapped.

"Okay, okay, we'll find them! Sheesh," Indigo said.

"But how do we even find them?" Sunny asked as she kept moving her head side to side, trying to find where the two girls went.

"Well if we were a romantically depressed girl with a love for 50s and 80s pop culture and an metallic alien from outer space that has a love for 1980s pop culture who has the hots for that girl, where would we be?" Sugarcoat asked.

All four girls scratched their chins and pondered to themselves. Where could they have gone? Where would a pair like them have gone off to? But in the middle of their inquiry, all of their heads arched up with a disturbing image that had been created in their heads.

"It just occurred to me how ridiculous our situation has just become," Sugarcoat said.

"Not to mention, how disturbing the way you described Smallfoot and Sour together like that?" Sunny asked raising a brow.

Sugarcoat just gave a nod, "Yep."

The girls were boarded back into their train of thought, contemplating where the two girls could have ran. Where could they have gone? And in the middle of their thinking session, Lemon snapped her fingers.

"The 50s diner, that's Sour's favorite spot. Didn't we tell Smallfoot that it was her favorite place?" Lemon asked.

"Yes, we did. But why would--" Indigo began.

"Lets go!" Sunny yelled.

Sunny began a running start through the mall, leaving the others behind in question. Sugarcoat looked at Sunny running for a second, and then looked back at Indigo and Lemon and shrugged with her shoulders and an unsure look. Without saying another word, she began to chase after Sunny who began the run.

Indigo and Lemon gave each other a stare before Indigo smirked.

"First one of us there is the queen of the squirrels!" Indigo yelled as she charged off.

Lemon gave a look of shock, "Hey! I'm the queen of the squirrels!"

Lemon then ran after Indigo Zap with a crazy grin on her face.

The girls kept on running through the mall, but every once in a while they had to stop due to people in the way, kiosks to avoid and even trying to avoid being spotted by a few mall cops. None of the 4 of them wished to be put under arrest or hauled into a police office. But every once in a while they had to run back due to one of their friends tripping over someone's feet, sliding over a wet floor even though an obvious wet floor sign was visible, or someone fell into a stand and ended up knocking off some of the items on the stands.

After 4 minutes of running, the girls halted in front of the 50s diner. This was the place they were gonna be.

"Good, we're here. Hopefully they haven't left this place," Sunny said catching her breath.

"Most likely they have since some of us failed to see the obvious 'wet floor' signs on the ground," Sugarcoat huffed.

"Hey! Your body was in the way of the sign, I couldn't see it!" Indigo said.

"Are you sure those goggles of yours are clear? You have to be blind with a blindfold if you couldn't even see the sign," Sugarcoat said.

Indigo snarled at Sugarcoat and her nostrils were flared. Pointing a finger she said, "Don't even start with me, four-eyes."

Sugarcoat just looked back at the building, unmoved by Indigo's insult. Looking through the window, her eyes kept moving around, looking in every inch and every corner that she could see inside.

"Well one thing's for sure. They're not here," Sugarcoat said.

"And how do you know that?" Indigo asked.

"We're looking for a girl with red hair and skin so gray it looks like she never saw the sunshine. She'll stick out like a sore thumb," Sugarcoat inquired.

"But if they're not here, then where are they?"

The girls weren't going to have much luck in their quest to search for the two girls since they were going to places that the girls wouldn't even know to look in. They didn't see where they went to this time.

Smallfoot and Sour stood in front of a display glass that stood by the front door of one of the stores in the mall. From the window, they could see several different knick-knacks and items displayed. There were old computers, comic books, records, old gaming consoles, and so much more. From the window, it looked like the store housed items from the 1980s.

"Promise you won't tell Lemon this but uh... I kind of like 1980s knick-knacks. And music... and toys. The 80s had great things, I'm not really liking much of our modern things," Sour replied.

Smallfoot just simply winked at Sour, making her smile.

"Come on, I think you'll like what they have inside."

Smallfoot grinned and followed after Sour inside of the store. Once they walked inside, Smallfoot's eyes widened in shock to see what was inside. This was a nostalgia store for the 1980s! There were posters on the walls, display cases housing different VHS tapes, comic books, books in general, gaming consoles, old game cartridges, and so much more. The walls were stylized in many different streaks of color, there were signs hanging from the ceiling pointing to where which items were to help customers, and the cashier desk had a display case with some of the items in the store under some lights.

Smallfoot's jaw dropped when she saw what was inside the store. Sour looked back with a smile.

"Amazing isn't it? Some of our greatest pop culture from the 1980s is right here in this store," Sour said.

Smallfoot's eyes weren't even looking at Sour. She was too busy looking at all of the knick-knacks inside the store.

"Come on, let me show you around. The manager gets pretty ticked off if you just stand there and drool at everything like a dog," Sour said.

Smallfoot snapped out of her shocked state and followed Sour to look around. What was inside the store that Sour liked? What drew her to this place? Who knows. And hey, maybe there was something of her childhood that drew her to this place. Maybe there was something worth buying that she could save as an anniversary gift. If they even made it that far. Even if they didn't, there would still be something worth buying to get her as a birthday or even a Christmas gift.

The pair walked through a section of the store where there were several VHS tapes on for sale, all at very low prices. What a stroke of luck! All of them were divided up into different categories, all going by their different genres, in alphabetical order.

Smallfoot's eyes went left to right as she read in her head the names of all of the movies that were shown. So many movies, so many episodes of cartoon and television series to be seen, so many to pick from!

Smallfoot stopped when one film in particular caught her attention. She pulled the VHS tape off from the shelf and examined it with a grin on her face. The title it read was Dawn of the Aliens, with the words expanding on the top of the VHS along with a picture of a woman holding a little girl in one arm, while a long range military weapon hung on a strap on her shoulder, and surrounding her was a bunch of gigantic eggs, presumably alien eggs.

Sour turned around and looked at the video cassette she was eyeing.

"Oh, Dawn of the Aliens? You like that movie?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot grinned and pulled out the wad of notepad paper to write on it again.

I've wanted to see it for such a long time. I heard all of the positive reception this movie had back in its time and it seems pretty interesting

"Oh okay," Sour replied.

Smallfoot grinned and put the VHS tape back on the shelf. She turned to see Sour walk off to another section of the shop. Where was she going off to?

Smallfoot followed closely behind, and Sour freezed in place when she saw Smallfoot coming her way.

"Um... oh, uh... Big Rig, can I ask you something?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot gave a nod.

"Okay, um.... can you please keep a secret?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot grinned and gave another nod.

"Promise? This is something very personal and... if any of my friends found out, they'd start calling me names. Nerd, mostly," Sour replied.

I promise I won't say a word Sour, not that I can. Your secret is safe with me.

Sour sighed, "Thank you."

Sour led Smallfoot over to a the left corner of the store, and Smallfoot could instantly see what was displayed. On the walls in some little packages, were toys. But these toys looked like they were never opened, never brought out, all mint-in-box. But there were other details about the toys that could be seen. These toys were robots, but not like regular robots. These robots looked like they could be converted into vehicles. All in different shapes, and colors, and sizes. And all of them were in little individually wrapped packages with big labels that said Mighty Morphers!

Smallfoot tilted her head as she looked at the old toys, and let out a small mute giggle. It was scary how much these toys looked just like the Guardians and the Renegades.

Sour rolled her eyes, "I know, this is pretty stupid that this is my secret."

Smallfoot shook her head and wrote down another note on her piece of paper.

I don't think its stupid at all

.

Sour's spirits seemed to brighten up, "Y-You don't?"

Smallfoot shook her head still grinning.

I'm a bit of a nerd as well. Its not a bad thing. But if I may ask, how come you like these toys?

Sour paused for a bit, "Oh, uh... I... I rather not say."

Oh come on, you can tell me. Its okay. I won't judge.

Sour raised a brow to the plaid-shirted girl, but she came to an agreement. This girl was mute, she wouldn't be able to tell them anything from her own mouth. Plus she seemed kind enough. But maybe a little too kind...

"Okay. I'll tell you. But if I do, you have to swear to keep it a secret. Or else I'm gonna tell the girls about the other movies you were looking up in here. I saw you looking at some of the movies that were higher than Rated R. "

Smallfoot just blushed a bit, but gave a grin and a nod in return.

"Okay. I... I like these toys because they take me back to my childhood. When I was a little girl, I only had my dad to look after me after my... mom, died."

Smallfoot's heart fell into the pits of her stomach. Sour's mother was gone? She never said anything about having a mother. All she was ever told was that she lived with her father and that was it. She never received an indication that she even had a mom to begin with.

She had no idea of what to say, so instead, she wrote one simple response.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

"Its okay. You didn't know. But, getting back to my story. A few days after my mom died, my dad and I weren't really speaking much after she passed away. I don't even think he knew how to talk to me after that. But one night, I saw my dad was up, and I couldn't sleep, and he was watching an old cartoon on TV. So I ended up sitting with him and that's when I was introduced to his favorite show from the 1980s. He told me it was his favorite from when he was a little kid and I ended up watching it with him, and I kind of liked it. After a while, we started to communicate some more and... that's when we became a family again. So... I love these toys, because they take me back to when my dad and I... started to become a family again."

A small tear ran down Sour's face, just thinking back to that old memory. Oh how sweet the memory was of back then when she worked things with her father once again.

Sour was taken back into reality when she felt a smooth finger wipe away the tear from her face. Looking to the side, she saw Smallfoot flinch back out of fear along with a small glimpse of her blushing. Sour just let out a small giggle.

Smallfoot turned herself back around and gave a nervous smile to Sour. Did she go over the line with wiping the tear from her face?

"Don't worry, you're fine. I... I actually kind of appreciate that," Sour blushed.

Smallfoot blushed once again. She felt her cheeks just heating up from talking to her.

Sour looked at the toys once again, and she walked off to another part of the store to look around. Smallfoot however had other ideas. She walked towards the shelves where the toys were hanging and looked up and down. Maybe she could buy one of these as a gift for her? But which one should she get, and for that matter, how much did they cost?

She eyed the prices that were shown below, and her eyes widened.

4 bucks?, Smallfoot mouthed to herself. How could these toys be that cheap? Toys that were made from decades ago would have to be outrageously high for those trying to find them. Or for that matter, these could only be found on auctioning websites with just as crazy prices. How come they were low here?

Smallfoot carefully stepped away from the toys on the shelves and walked over to the man standing behind the counter.

"Can I help you, Ms?"

Smallfoot looked to the side of her to see if Sour was looking. She was distracted by something else that caught her vision. Good, now was her one chance to speak.

"Okay. Can we keep this conversation down? I don't want her to hear my voice and I'm supposed to be mute."

The man raised a brow, "I'm not going to question why, but please continue."

Smallfoot nodded and continued to whisper, "Okay. I have to ask, how come the Mighty Morpher toys over on the shelves are low priced? They're old toys, how come they're not high priced?"

The man chuckled.

"Several customers have been asking me that for a while. I've been wanting to get rid of some things to make more space for some of my other knick-knacks, and you don't exactly sell much if you have the items at prices too high. So I've set the toys at a low price to make them sell like hotcakes. You have some interest in those toys?"

Smallfoot gave a nod.

"I have. I was contemplating maybe buying some of those as a gift for my friend, the girl with the cherry hair, but I'm trying to keep it a secret. I'm not sure when I'll be getting her a gift, but, is there any chance you can put them aside so I can get her one?"

The man gave a smile, "Tell you what. Seeing as how there's finally someone who's got interest to take care of them for me, I'll keep them in the back and make sure that you be the person to pick them up. You can pick them up at any time, I'll make sure they won't get picked up by anyone except for you."

Smallfoot grinned.

"Is there anything else I can do for you today?"

Smallfoot looked back to double check on her surroundings, "I'm not sure. Right now I'm just looking around with my friend."

"Okay. But if you have any other questions, feel free to ask me. I'm here all week," the man asked.

"Thank you sir. I really appreciate it."

The man gave another smile and Smallfoot walked off to go meet with Sour again. What was she eyeing this time? She walked over to Sour and looked at the little book in her hands and she saw what she was reading. A colorful comic book with pastel colored ponies in it.

Sour paused and her eyes widened when she saw Smallfoot behind her and closed the comic book with a slam.

"I wasn't reading a comic book!" Sour said quickly.

Smallfoot just tried to stifle a mute giggle, but she managed to coax up the energy to write another note.

I take it you like comic books too?

Sour nodded, "Please do not tell Lemon that either or else she's gonna be teasing me all week about it."

Smallfoot gave a thumbs up and a wink.

Sour looked around some more, "This store's got some good stuff this week, but I don't want to waste my money. I don't have a lot on me. Want to go to another store?"

Smallfoot nodded.

"Perfect."

Sour put the comic book back down and began walking out of the store with Smallfoot. The store owner waved them goodbye, and Smallfoot gave a wave goodbye back to the manager with a smile. What success! She found herself a gift to give to Sour. But when would be a good time to do so? When would be a good spot to give her the gift?

Either way, she was still continuing to hit it off with her. Just hope she can keep it up long enough to ask her out on a date.