User blog:Rainbowdash29/Fionna's Childhood: Part 5

Continued on Fionna's Childhood: Part 4

Camille: Well, I won't be leaving until 2 weeks from now. I don't want to miss the ARW. It only happens once in a lifetime.

Chris: Will you ever forgive me?

Camille: Of course I will. I'm going to be forgiving you during the ARW. Now Fionna, do you mind calling Cinnabun back downstairs?

Fionna: No problem, mom. Cinnabun! Argument's over!

Cinnabun: Finally. I was thinking of what to wear for the ARW, and I found a great dress! I found this really pretty dress. Can I wear it?

Cake: No way! How is that pretty? There's a chocolate milk stain, ice cream stain, grape juice stain, spaghetti sauce stain, and a mango stain. How would you want to wear such an ugly and dirty dress to the ARW? Also, you can't wear white dresses. We're supposed to wear any color except white. Besides, me and Fionna are going to buy clothes for all of you. Dad is coming with us to buy his own tuxedo.

Cinnabun: Oh, poop. Wait a minute, this is not the dress I wanted to wear! I wanted to wear this dress.

Cinnabun pulls out a light purple dress with a rainbow belt on it

Camille: That dress looks very marvelous, sweetie. But I'm afraid I have to say no. I don't like the black long sleeves. Plus it has too much color. We need something else. How bout; you wear that yellow dress with the lace and half sleeves?

Cinnabun: Fine. It is pretty and good for a sunset dress.

Cake: But what about a new dress? Or a blouse with a skirt? Or skorts?

Camille: Hmmm, that does sound pretty. Oh well. Let's just buy her a blouse and skirt. Make sure it's pretty!

Cake: I know mom. Besides, we won't be going to the store right now. We need some breakfast to eat first.

Fionna: Yeah, mom. We'll be getting our nails and eyebrows done, too.

Cake: We have been staying up all night making our plans for today.

Fionna: Mhm.

Cinnabun: Mom, I want my nails done too! Please!!!

Chris: What do you think, honey bunch?

Camille: I guess so. She needs something to be grateful for something, at least during an event that only happens once in a lifetime.

Cinnabun: YES!! WHOOOOOOOOOOPIE! HEAR THAT, FIONNA? HEAR THAT, CAKE? I'M GONNA GO WITH YOU TO GET MY NAILS DONE, TOO!

Camille: No, no, no, Cinnabun. You're going with me to the Mother and Daughter salon. They're going to a very special spa.

Fionna: Only the most mature children are allowed to go there, Cinnabun. Not just mature children. Adults, mature preteens, and teenagers.

Cinnabun: Hmm, mature. I'm not familiar with that word.

Cinnabun runs to her room, opens up the dictionary, and looks up "mature."

Cinnabun: Mature: adjective. One, complete in natural growth or development, as a plant and animal forms: a mature rose bush. Is that the meaning?

Fionna: Nope.

Cake: That's my old dictionary. It's number three.

Cinnabun: Three, fully developed in body or mind, as a person: ''a mature woman. Oh. ''