Planet Pinktropulous & Planet Dudeland
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Wrapper Girl knew if she went any closer to Dudeland the girl detector would alarm. She had to use her light-year lens to see what was going on. As Wrapper Girl looked around Dudeland she was amazed at what she saw. Day and night lasted 6 hours each. During the day all the Dudes had on suits of their choice and went to work. Surprisingly the streets were clean. When day was over the suites came off you wouldn't even reginize them from work. There were fairies throwing dust everywhere. Beverage cans, food wrappers and dirty clothes were all over the ground with loud music. Activities such as wrestling, sports with balls and electronic games were being played, it was a mess. One noticable characteristic about night life on Dudeland is everyone's hair was grey or white. Not only the hair growing from their head but their legs, arms and ears no matter what skin color or size. It was a strange unison they had with each other. Wrapper Girl had enough of spying on the Dudelanders and headed back to Pinktropulous.
Pinktropulous was a magical place of wide open spaces and sweet water rivers. Although everything would seem calm and collective there were issues among the Pinkbots. Days and nights lasted 3 hours each so everything was on edge. Maintaining a work life was very complex on Pinktropulous but could be done. Very few figured out how to balance work and party life. Pinkbots liked to stay in their cliques but everyone knew when to interact with each other. There was one agreement among all Pinkbots do your best to stay out of the Warpaint Asylum.
Getting committed to the Warpaint Asylum can happen to the best of us. Some Pinkbots have been in the asylum as long as a gigaparsec. Loved ones were allowed to send the committed make-up supplies while they received treatment. Visiting the cosmetic caves can be dangerous but some are willing to take a chance for their loved one to feel normal again.
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