“Hey! Looky here, big brother! We each need one of these!” Zed called from the clothing rack he was searching through at the Fouke Monster Museum’s gift shop. He held up a T-shirt emblazoned with a drawing of a sasquatch-type monster and read, “‘I’m not the Fouke Monster, but I have been mistaken for him.’ The only problem is, I don't know if they have any that are big enough for us.”
“Oh! Keep looking, baby bro! We need those!” James said, hurrying over to help Zed find the correct sizes.
“We have a new shipment of larger sizes in the back,” Chrissy, the lone gift shop employee, chirped. "Let me go grab the box, and we can unpack it."
“That would be wonderful, Chrissy. Thank you,” Patrice laughed.
Deanna let out a short gasp, then giggled as she held up a plush Fouke Monster. She smi
