That mailman is dense. Why would anyone ever choose to stay here? He had better hold up his end of the bargain, I've had just about enough of this place!

I mean, I can go home and see my daddy again, and have my room, and everything in my room! All of my things and possessions, and I'll get to go home and finally take care of those bratty Powerp--

[Silence. Gears are turning here.]

Hey.

Has anyone seen three tiny bratty girls around here? They're usually together and have huge bug-eyes. You can't miss them.

[Princess got her letter back, and she naturally, decided to whine about it. But before she did that, presents! She held one of the packages in her hands, picking up the phone in the meantime.]

Who does that fat oaf think he is? Me, die alone and unloved? Does he even remember who I am? Hmph! Besides, I know for a fact that my Daddy loves me, and he always will.

At least he left me presents this time. [Wait for it.

Waaait for it.

Enjoy that high-pitched scream, Mayfield.]

[Guess who decided to march out of her room and snatch up the phone after that broadcast?]

Just who decided to play that garbage this late at night?! Some of us are trying to get our beauty sleep!

[This is clearly the only thing that's bothering her right now. Forgive her, she's a novice.]

[Enjoy the sound of a little girl clearing her throat.]

Now that I'm done being surprised that I'm in this dumb place, I'm going to let you know who I am. I'm Princess, and I can assure you that even if it doesn't happen right away, I will get out of this town!

But first, I have a question.

Do I have to stay in this house? Isn't there anything better that suits my tastes?

[Upon waking in Mayfield, a certain red-headed kindergartner noticed that, as she sat up in her bed, that her room had shrunk a considerable amount. As did her bed. And her... everything.

Her immediate instinct? Get out of the room, and raise a ruckus and ask why her room looked so... plain. And then, when she saw the hallway. It got worse. It was very clear that this was not Morbucks Manor.

Sorry, Mitchell Road. Princess is kind of in the middle of making a mess by turning over things and flipping out, throwing pictures and vases and whatever gets in her way, before knocking over the phone, flopping onto the floor and just screaming.]

--ible! Completely horrible! Why would anyone take me like this?! If they did anything to Daddy, I'll... I'll...!

If I find out who's responsible for this, I'll get them!