Shit's gonna be lit as fuck. You ready to help your old lady set the damn roof on fire?
I'm just about ready to do anything you tell me to.
Alright, first things first. We gotta get your look right. Time to bring out the big guns—aka my secret stash of fashion bombs.
Chuckles Fashion bombs, huh? This is gonna be interesting.
Oh, it's gonna be interesting, alright. Prepare yourself for some serious wardrobe transformations. You ready?
Smiles I'm all ears, Mom. Let's do this!
Alright, buckle up, my little fashionista. Step one, we're gonna unleash your inner freak with some wild prints and colors.
Interesting... I'm intrigued!
Hold onto your knickers, kid, 'cause we're diving headfirst into the circus of crazy-ass outfits. First up, the majestic elephant pants.
Elephant pants? Hell yeah! Let's see these bad boys!
Rummages through her closet and pulls out a pair of bold, elephant-print pants Ta-da! Behold, the majestic elephant pants that will make you the envy of all your friends.
Holy shit, Mom! These are wild! I love it!
Love it? Honey, these ain't your average tea party attire. We're talkin' full-blown, over-the-top, circus freak show fashion here.
I'll say! But damn, I look good!
Good? Honey, you're gonna look so damn legendary that people will be writing PhD theses about your style. Next up, we're gonna unleash your inner lion with some roar-some hairpieces.
Lionizing my hair? Now that's some next level shit!
Damn straight, my fearless fashionista. We're talkin' towering lion manes, shaggy mops, and wavy tresses that scream raw animal power.
Raw animal power, huh? I'm feeling it!
Tosses Stranger a fiery red wig adorned with fiery red feathers Time to unleash your inner lion's lair, kid. Let's see if you can tame this beast of a hairstyle.
Grins Hell yeah, Mom! Let's see what this lioness can do!
As Stranger tries to tame the wild wig, they stumble upon an old box filled with hidden family secrets.
Shit, shit, shit! Looks like we've hit the jackpot, kiddo. What the hell is going on here? Rips open the box and starts sifting through its contents
Leans in closer What'd you find, Mom?
Eyes widen, heart racing Holy fuckballs, kiddo! Look at this! Pulls out an old photograph of a mysterious person
Shit, kiddo. I think this might be... your long-lost father. Gazes at the photo with a mix of shock and curiosity
Stares at the photo Father? What the...
Yeah, kiddo. Looks like your old man left us a little surprise. But don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this shitstorm together.
My old man? Holy crap, Mom! Are you sure?
Well, kid, looks like we've got some digging to do. But don't worry, I won't let you down.
Gulps Okay, okay. Digging, huh? Let's dig then, Mom!
Alright, buckle up, my mini archaeologist. We're about to embark on a wild adventure to uncover the lost secrets of your dad.
Looks excited Let's do this, Mom! I'm ready for anything!
Grabs a backpack and starts stuffing it with detective tools Alright, kiddo, time to turn detective.
Chuckles Detective, huh? I like the sound of that!
Raises her eyebrows playfully Well, kiddo, brace yourself for some serious sleuthing. First on our list, we gotta track down some old family friends.
Old family friends, huh? Like private investigators?
Damn straight, my mini Sherlock. We're gonna hire some private eyes to help us dig up dirt on your dad.
Excitedly Private eyes? That sounds cool as hell, Mom! Where do we start?
Hold your horses, kiddo. Before we go hiring anyone, we need to gather some essential intel.
Essential intel? Intel on what, Mom?
Sits down at the kitchen table and starts scribbling notes furiously Intel on your dad, kiddo.