Scene: A local Wal-Mart. Two female young adultlings round the corner by the baby things, headed to the soft drink area at the back of the establishment. It is immediately clear that something is terribly, horribly, undeniably wrong. The aisle that contains Pepsi products is hauntingly devoid of regular Pepsi. Three deep empty shelves clearly show a definite lack in caffeinated goodness. The end cap that normally houses a plethora of two liters of Pepsi products is nearly empty as well. All that remains are three measly bottles on the very top shelf. These bottles are so far back from the front of the shelf that only a person with a stature and wing-span much like Steven Hill could easily reach the remaining bottles.
The girls pull their half-full cart to the end cap. Another shopper lets them know that their eyes are not deceiving them. There are, in fact, only three bottles of Pepsi in the entire soda area. This shopper tried to reach those bottles, but failed in that endeavor and gave up on the Pepsi altogether.
Our heroines declare that giving up is not an option. Female T orders Female N to hold the cart steady. T unsteadily plants one leg inside the cart and uses the end cap to pull her other leg inside the cart. She lifts the price placard and places it behind her head, giving her better access to the Pepsi. Success comes easily with the first bottle; however, the other two bottles remain out of reach now matter how she twists and turns and stretches. T and N take stock of their surroundings and N procures a household cleaning brush from the cart.
N: Use this!
With the extension of the brush, T is able to knock down both bottles and pull the to safety with her hands. After handing the loot to N, she climbs down and out of the cart. A five minute ordeal has allowed N and T to lay claim to three bottles of Pepsi.
Feeding off the adrenaline rush from the great rescue, the heroines finish their shopping expedition and head home, where they enjoy a nice, icy cold serving of Pepsi.
The end.
