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Lucy’s Journal – May 27, 2026

Well folks… today the crew invaded the Morgantown Mall, and honestly, I think the mall may still be recovering.

The whole adventure started because I said the dangerous words:
“Let’s just stop in for a minute.”

Everybody knows there is no such thing as “a minute” at the mall.

The Quackers marched in first like they owned the place. They waddled straight toward the arcade, already arguing about which game they were gonna dominate. Five minutes later they came stomping back out grumbling louder than an old lawn mower.

“This arcade ain’t what it used to be!”
“Where’s the good racing games?”
“Half these machines just want you to scan a card!”

One of them spent three dollars trying to win a stuffed pickle and somehow lost every single time. The other one got mad at a claw machine and accused it of “psychological warfare.”

Meanwhile, I wandered off toward the shoe stores. Now listen… I did NOT need another pair of shoes.

But did that stop me from looking?
Absolutely not.

There I was holding up sandals, sneakers, boots, and shoes with little sparkly things on them while trying to convince myself they were “practical.” Peanut followed me the whole time dragging dramatically across the floor like a tiny striped hostage.

Every few minutes Peanut would sit up on his back legs and beg random shoppers for cat treats like he hadn’t eaten in six years.

One lady actually opened her purse and said,
“Oh my goodness, you poor thing!”

Poor thing?!
That cat had snacks TWICE before we left the house.

Peanut then had the nerve to look back at me like,
“See? These people understand me.”

And Kiwi?
Nobody knew where Kiwi disappeared to for nearly twenty minutes.

We finally spotted him up in one of those decorative food court trees. He was perched way up high like some tiny feathery detective watching everybody below.

I swear he was judging every person carrying pretzels.

Every once in awhile he’d yell:
“WHATCHA EATIN’?!”
right as somebody sat down with fries.

At one point a teenager dropped nearly his whole milkshake because Kiwi leaned out of the tree and screamed,
“HEY BUDDY.”

The food court went completely silent for about three seconds before the Quackers started laughing so hard one of them snorted lemonade out his beak.

By the end of the trip:

• The Quackers declared the arcade “washed up.”
• Peanut collected enough treats to open a small business.
• Kiwi established full surveillance over the food court.
• And I somehow left with two pairs of shoes I definitely didn’t plan on buying.

So all in all…
pretty successful mall trip.