The rest of the gang helped too.
We knew someone was trying to sabatoge us by planting a gigantic rolling mosaic ball. We traveled a bit more into the deep forest and befriended some deer. Suddenly, we saw a sign. This cigarrette ash can tipped over by Toddler pointed us north. So north we headed.
We asked the naked man to tell us more about this saviour art girl and about the evil one who was after her. He didn't tell us much. He was a rather quiet old bloke. We traveled some tunnels. And hallways. Suddenly! Out of nowhere a giant octupus with a mustache attacked us. Before I attacked back, I laughed, because it was such a funny site. But then right after I fought back. The Art Gang defeated Mr. Octopus. We did Chinese Water Tourture on him to spit out the information we wanted to know. All he could muster was "fashion girl" before he blacked out. We dropped on the ground and left.
We finally found the on named "fashion girl". She was wearing the coolest outfit I have ever seen. But I could not stare at her fashion chicness because I was on a mission. She told us that if we wanted to defeat the even one and save the saviour, then we must go read fashion books and fashion magazines.
And so we did. For four hours. We read fashion books.
And fashion magazines. Which was fun for me because they had all these hard to get European Magazines too. So Carmenstrual and I divulged ourselves in I-D, Dazed&Confused, POP and an assortment of the hipster mags. We read and read and looked and looked. We didn't understand the point of the whole thing and how it related to saving the art girl, but we didn't care because we read all the fashion glossies with are heart's delight.
After reading we didn't know what to do next. Where do we go from there? Where would we find the evil one? and the savior? We had no idea. So we decided to head back home and let some other gang figure it out, because for now, we were tired and we needed to catch the train back home before it was too late.
It was a rather un-climatic ending so we decided to celebrate with a little Islamic Chinese food and bicyle riding at Target.
And then some yogoboba. We may have not solved the case, but at least we had fun.
If you don't understand this story, it's okay, because I don't understand it myself either even though I wrote it myself.