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Isabelle's Wally World Adventures, Ep-1:

"This is ridiculous!" The wolf growls, shoving a box into the albino girl's face. "The tag said its two silver!" he stands arrogantly, towering above the small feline.

Isabelle shakes her head. "Sorry, sir, I'm not authorized to override the prices that drastically. It's one gold, five silver, or I can't sell it to you." She flicks her fluffy white tail, annoyed.

"I don't care what you're authorized to do, I want this for the price marked, which is two silver." He slams the box onto the register's counter.

Isabelle sighs lightly, rolling her eyes. "I can call over a manager to talk about it, but I can assure you that you won't be getting it for that cheap." Again she flicks her tail, annoyance more apparent, flattening her ears back against her neck. She reaches back with one paw to her hair, which is today French braided and tied with a black ribbon. Her other paw slowly lifts to the register's keypad, ready to type in the action code if necessary, if the wolf so chooses.

The wolf growls, "Fine, call them up, whatever." He fumes, obviously not happy.

"All right then, sir, it'll be a few moments." She smiles as sweetly and as sarcastically as she can, making sure the wolf knows that she doesn't think too highly of him. She punches in the code.

Immediately, the wolf turns around to lean on the register, whipping out his cell phone. "Hey, Frank... Yeah, just went to pick up a few things. Uh uh, nope, waiting for a manager to authorize a price check. Yeah." He drolls on and on.

Sure, call Frank. Isabelle rolls her eyes, leaning back against the back of the register aisle and putting a foot up. The zippers on the pockets of her baggy black shorts jingle lightly as she does so.

She takes out her phone, tossing it behind the register's conveyor belt by the receipt printer. Claws dancing over it, she sends a text message to her friend Victoria, "So how's your day going?" She then glances over to the customer service counter, looking for one of the managers to respond to her summons. No one's yet coming. Isabelle sighs, returning her attention to the customer, still on the phone but talking about something completely different.

She looks at the box the wolf brought up. An old DVD player? Even with a VHS deck. These are antiques! One gold and five silver is a steal, what makes him think he should get it for less? Well, maybe that it's so old and obsolete that it should be free. Isabelle shrugs, fiddling with her name tag that she'd clipped to her blue work shirt. The shirt had been embroidered with the Wal-Mart logo on one side.

A few moments later, a small human, shorter than Isabelle, pretty and with blond hair, arrives at the register. "What's up, Izzy?" She quirks a brow at the wolf, still jabbering away on the phone.

Isabelle shrugs, "This guy wants this thing for two silver, but it's ringing up at one gold five silver." She runs a paw through her hair, flipping her braid over her shoulder.

The human nods, "Sir?" She makes sure that the wolf can hear her.

The wolf's ears perk, and he glances over his shoulder. "Oh, hey Frank, call you back, alright? Manager's here. Price check." He grumbles, clapping the phone shut and turning to see the human, then back to Isabelle, "Oh, humans run the place then?"

"Yeah? What of it?" Isabelle scowls at him.

The human narrows her eyes at him. "The name's Cheryle." She crosses her arms. "That's Shay-rill, got it?" Apparently, she didn't take the wolf to be the sharpest tool in the shed, though he was indeed a tool. She directs her eyes at the box to indicate what she was talking about. "You want to buy that antique there?"

The wolf rolls his eyes. "Pfff." He growls, "Yeah, I want that, but the tag said that it's supposed to be two silver. Little Miss Pink here says it's fifteen."

Isabelle glares at the wolf. Oh, he did not just say that. Being the only albino in who-knows-how-far for who-knows-how-long had its downside. Well, at least he didn't call her 'glow stick.' She shakes her head lightly to herself. Only Victoria could call her that.

"Well, cheapest I can get that for you is still going to be one gold, but with three silver and five copper." Cheryle nods matter-of-factly. Then she quirks a brow to Isabelle, then looking back at the wolf. "Incidentally, did the tag say it was marked two silver off?" She sets her arms akimbo.

The wolf grunts. He didn't take lightly to being corrected by a human. Then his phone buzzes again, so he turns to the side and picks up, "Hello? Oh, hey Jack. Frank told you, huh? Yeah. Get this, the manager's a human." Laughter could be heard on the other end. "I know, right?"

Isabelle crosses her arms, raising a brow to Cheryle.

The human shakes her head, "Sir? I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave the premises."

The wolf looks at her with a look of disdain, "You're kidding. I want to buy that."

Cheryle crosses her arms, "Sure, you can buy that at be two gold and three silver, but you're still gonna have to leave."

The wolf glares at her, jabbing a clawed finger in her face, growling, "Two... silver."

Isabelle rolls her eyes, "Cheryle, should I call up the electronics department to verify?"

Cheryle smirks. "Yes, ask for the ad on that thing."

Nodding, Isabelle turns around to the phone on the back wall of her register, punching in the code on the keypad under the view screen and hitting the 'call' button. "Just a moment, sir, I'll ask for a second opinion."

Cheryle puts a hand up to her face, attempting to disguise her laugh as a sneeze.

It takes no longer than just a moment, but then the screen flickers, displaying a young hyena male, nametag indicating his name to be David. "Hello, Electronics department. What's the issue?"

Isabelle nods to the boy, "Oh, hi. We've got a price discrepancy. Get this, the guy's a wolf." She rolls her eyes. "Can you tell me the price for ..." She looks at the box for what the thing is, "what the Apple Media Converter is marked for? My machine's telling me that it's one gold and five silver." She nods.

Cheryle snickers lightly, and then pretends to cough once. "Please, David, he's getting impatient."

The wolf frowns at Isabelle, crossing his arms and poofing up his chest to look bigger. He glares at the hyena boy on the screen as if daring him to laugh.

He doesn't. In fact, he ignores the statement altogether. "Alright, lemme go check the ad on display." He turns to go check. "Just a moment."

Isabelle, Cheryle, and the wolf all watch the screen expectantly.

Then, David returns. "Sign says marked two silver off, so it's one gold and three silver. Department manager confirms."

Isabelle nods, "Thanks, David."

The hyena nods lightly, "Yep."

The screen flickers off. Isabelle turns to the wolf, "Alright, marked two silver off. Still above a gold though."

The wolf, finally defeated, grumbles. "Fine, ring it up right then."

"Kay." Isabelle punches in the void and rings up the price override code. "Alright then, sir, one gold and five — er, excuse me, three silver."

Cheryle gives a strange noise, like one would expect when someone chokes on phlegm, which, incidentally, she did. She clears her throat, "Sorry," thumping herself on the chest twice.

Again the wolf grumbles. He digs into his pockets, searching for the coins.

Isabelle and Cheryle trade looks. The wolf probably didn't have the money.

Then, after searching every stitch of clothing he wears, the wolf tosses two gold coins onto the counter. "There. Happy?"

"Ok, sir," Isabelle, grunts, taking the coins and typing the amount into the register. The drawer pops open, and Isabelle gives the wolf his change and the receipt, "Here you go, sir." She fakes a smile, "Have a nice day."

The wolf grunts, taking the box and his change, walking away.

Cheryle and Isabelle watch him leave, waiting to make sure that he's out of earshot before ridiculing him.

Cheryle rolls her eyes, "That went well." She shakes her head, "Great. Just dandy."

Isabelle nods lightly, sticking her glowing pink tongue out in the wolf's general direction, blowing a raspberry.

Cheryle snickers.

Isabelle then leans back again, shrinking down a little. Even when leaning down, not standing p straight, Isabelle was still taller than Cheryle. She got her height from her father's side of the family. Not that her mother wasn't tall, just that her father had at least a foot on her.

Cheryle tilts her head lightly, a characteristic she'd learned from Isabelle. "You doin' ok?"

For a moment, Isabelle seems not to have heard her, just staring off into space, pink albino eyes unfocused, ears flopped and tail drooped. The lion tuft at the end of her tail brushes lightly against Cheryle's ankles absently. She stands on one foot, the other propped under the register's counter, the other leg supporting her.

After a moment, she turns to Cheryle, "Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." She nods lightly. "I guess..." She shakes her head, rubs her face with her paws, then stuffs her paws into her pockets, then rolling her eyes and trying to fake a laugh, "Come on, two silver? Even on that thing, that's a rip-off..." She sighs, "Idiot."

Cheryle smiles up to her, tilting her head the other way. "I know, right? Some people." She laughs lightly, shaking her head. "How long ago did your Dad design that thing?"

Isabelle shrugs lightly, looking up at the skylight window above her register. "I was just a kitten. Daddy had finally been promoted to Chief Product Designer at Apple." Her ears and tail droop.

"Mm." Cheryle nods. "You sure you're alright? Perhaps you should take your break now?" She nods, looking at the manager's PDA strapped to her writ like a watch. "Yeah, just about time anyway." She looks up to Isabelle, "How about it?"

Isabelle just nods lightly, turning to flip the switch on her register light, grabbing her phone, and tossing out the closed sign. She nods again to Cheryle, "Thanks..." and hugs herself as she walks back to the break room.

The day had gone down the drain today, all because of that stupid wolf. It had gone reasonably uneventful and boring beforehand, but now it was like she was slogging through Jell-O. Hopefully, the rest of the day runs as smoothly as the morning had; no stupid people. Maybe someone might lift her mood, be nice, or even funny. She shrugs. Whatever the case, she still had friends.

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Isabelle's Wally World Adventures, Ep-1:

"This is ridiculous!" The wolf growls, shoving a box into the albino girl's face. "The tag said its two silver!" he stands arrogantly, towering above the small feline.

Isabelle shakes her head. "Sorry, sir, I'm not authorized to override the prices that drastically. It's one gold, five silver, or I can't sell it to you." She flicks her fluffy white tail, annoyed.

"I don't care what you're authorized to do, I want this for the price marked, which is two silver." He slams the box onto the register's counter.

Isabelle sighs lightly, rolling her eyes. "I can call over a manager to talk about it, but I can assure you that you won't be getting it for that cheap." Again she flicks her tail, annoyance more apparent, flattening her ears back against her neck. She reaches back with one paw to her hair, which is today French braided and tied with a black ribbon. Her other paw slowly lifts to the register's keypad, ready to type in the action code if necessary, if the wolf so chooses.

The wolf growls, "Fine, call them up, whatever." He fumes, obviously not happy.

"All right then, sir, it'll be a few moments." She smiles as sweetly and as sarcastically as she can, making sure the wolf knows that she doesn't think too highly of him. She punches in the code.

Immediately, the wolf turns around to lean on the register, whipping out his cell phone. "Hey, Frank... Yeah, just went to pick up a few things. Uh uh, nope, waiting for a manager to authorize a price check. Yeah." He drolls on and on.

Sure, call Frank. Isabelle rolls her eyes, leaning back against the back of the register aisle and putting a foot up. The zippers on the pockets of her baggy black shorts jingle lightly as she does so.

She takes out her phone, tossing it behind the register's conveyor belt by the receipt printer. Claws dancing over it, she sends a text message to her friend Victoria, "So how's your day going?" She then glances over to the customer service counter, looking for one of the managers to respond to her summons. No one's yet coming. Isabelle sighs, returning her attention to the customer, still on the phone but talking about something completely different.

She looks at the box the wolf brought up. An old DVD player? Even with a VHS deck. These are antiques! One gold and five silver is a steal, what makes him think he should get it for less? Well, maybe that it's so old and obsolete that it should be free. Isabelle shrugs, fiddling with her name tag that she'd clipped to her blue work shirt. The shirt had been embroidered with the Wal-Mart logo on one side.

A few moments later, a small human, shorter than Isabelle, pretty and with blond hair, arrives at the register. "What's up, Izzy?" She quirks a brow at the wolf, still jabbering away on the phone.

Isabelle shrugs, "This guy wants this thing for two silver, but it's ringing up at one gold five silver." She runs a paw through her hair, flipping her braid over her shoulder.

The human nods, "Sir?" She makes sure that the wolf can hear her.

The wolf's ears perk, and he glances over his shoulder. "Oh, hey Frank, call you back, alright? Manager's here. Price check." He grumbles, clapping the phone shut and turning to see the human, then back to Isabelle, "Oh, humans run the place then?"

"Yeah? What of it?" Isabelle scowls at him.

The human narrows her eyes at him. "The name's Cheryle." She crosses her arms. "That's Shay-rill, got it?" Apparently, she didn't take the wolf to be the sharpest tool in the shed, though he was indeed a tool. She directs her eyes at the box to indicate what she was talking about. "You want to buy that antique there?"

The wolf rolls his eyes. "Pfff." He growls, "Yeah, I want that, but the tag said that it's supposed to be two silver. Little Miss Pink here says it's fifteen."

Isabelle glares at the wolf. Oh, he did not just say that. Being the only albino in who-knows-how-far for who-knows-how-long had its downside. Well, at least he didn't call her 'glow stick.' She shakes her head lightly to herself. Only Victoria could call her that.

"Well, cheapest I can get that for you is still going to be one gold, but with three silver and five copper." Cheryle nods matter-of-factly. Then she quirks a brow to Isabelle, then looking back at the wolf. "Incidentally, did the tag say it was marked two silver off?" She sets her arms akimbo.

The wolf grunts. He didn't take lightly to being corrected by a human. Then his phone buzzes again, so he turns to the side and picks up, "Hello? Oh, hey Jack. Frank told you, huh? Yeah. Get this, the manager's a human." Laughter could be heard on the other end. "I know, right?"

Isabelle crosses her arms, raising a brow to Cheryle.

The human shakes her head, "Sir? I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave the premises."

The wolf looks at her with a look of disdain, "You're kidding. I want to buy that."

Cheryle crosses her arms, "Sure, you can buy that at be two gold and three silver, but you're still gonna have to leave."

The wolf glares at her, jabbing a clawed finger in her face, growling, "Two... silver."

Isabelle rolls her eyes, "Cheryle, should I call up the electronics department to verify?"

Cheryle smirks. "Yes, ask for the ad on that thing."

Nodding, Isabelle turns around to the phone on the back wall of her register, punching in the code on the keypad under the view screen and hitting the 'call' button. "Just a moment, sir, I'll ask for a second opinion."

Cheryle puts a hand up to her face, attempting to disguise her laugh as a sneeze.

It takes no longer than just a moment, but then the screen flickers, displaying a young hyena male, nametag indicating his name to be David. "Hello, Electronics department. What's the issue?"

Isabelle nods to the boy, "Oh, hi. We've got a price discrepancy. Get this, the guy's a wolf." She rolls her eyes. "Can you tell me the price for ..." She looks at the box for what the thing is, "what the Apple Media Converter is marked for? My machine's telling me that it's one gold and five silver." She nods.

Cheryle snickers lightly, and then pretends to cough once. "Please, David, he's getting impatient."

The wolf frowns at Isabelle, crossing his arms and poofing up his chest to look bigger. He glares at the hyena boy on the screen as if daring him to laugh.

He doesn't. In fact, he ignores the statement altogether. "Alright, lemme go check the ad on display." He turns to go check. "Just a moment."

Isabelle, Cheryle, and the wolf all watch the screen expectantly.

Then, David returns. "Sign says marked two silver off, so it's one gold and three silver. Department manager confirms."

Isabelle nods, "Thanks, David."

The hyena nods lightly, "Yep."

The screen flickers off. Isabelle turns to the wolf, "Alright, marked two silver off. Still above a gold though."

The wolf, finally defeated, grumbles. "Fine, ring it up right then."

"Kay." Isabelle punches in the void and rings up the price override code. "Alright then, sir, one gold and five — er, excuse me, three silver."

Cheryle gives a strange noise, like one would expect when someone chokes on phlegm, which, incidentally, she did. She clears her throat, "Sorry," thumping herself on the chest twice.

Again the wolf grumbles. He digs into his pockets, searching for the coins.

Isabelle and Cheryle trade looks. The wolf probably didn't have the money.

Then, after searching every stitch of clothing he wears, the wolf tosses two gold coins onto the counter. "There. Happy?"

"Ok, sir," Isabelle, grunts, taking the coins and typing the amount into the register. The drawer pops open, and Isabelle gives the wolf his change and the receipt, "Here you go, sir." She fakes a smile, "Have a nice day."

The wolf grunts, taking the box and his change, walking away.

Cheryle and Isabelle watch him leave, waiting to make sure that he's out of earshot before ridiculing him.

Cheryle rolls her eyes, "That went well." She shakes her head, "Great. Just dandy."

Isabelle nods lightly, sticking her glowing pink tongue out in the wolf's general direction, blowing a raspberry.

Cheryle snickers.

Isabelle then leans back again, shrinking down a little. Even when leaning down, not standing p straight, Isabelle was still taller than Cheryle. She got her height from her father's side of the family. Not that her mother wasn't tall, just that her father had at least a foot on her.

Cheryle tilts her head lightly, a characteristic she'd learned from Isabelle. "You doin' ok?"

For a moment, Isabelle seems not to have heard her, just staring off into space, pink albino eyes unfocused, ears flopped and tail drooped. The lion tuft at the end of her tail brushes lightly against Cheryle's ankles absently. She stands on one foot, the other propped under the register's counter, the other leg supporting her.

After a moment, she turns to Cheryle, "Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." She nods lightly. "I guess..." She shakes her head, rubs her face with her paws, then stuffs her paws into her pockets, then rolling her eyes and trying to fake a laugh, "Come on, two silver? Even on that thing, that's a rip-off..." She sighs, "Idiot."

Cheryle smiles up to her, tilting her head the other way. "I know, right? Some people." She laughs lightly, shaking her head. "How long ago did your Dad design that thing?"

Isabelle shrugs lightly, looking up at the skylight window above her register. "I was just a kitten. Daddy had finally been promoted to Chief Product Designer at Apple." Her ears and tail droop.

"Mm." Cheryle nods. "You sure you're alright? Perhaps you should take your break now?" She nods, looking at the manager's PDA strapped to her writ like a watch. "Yeah, just about time anyway." She looks up to Isabelle, "How about it?"

Isabelle just nods lightly, turning to flip the switch on her register light, grabbing her phone, and tossing out the closed sign. She nods again to Cheryle, "Thanks..." and hugs herself as she walks back to the break room.

The day had gone down the drain today, all because of that stupid wolf. It had gone reasonably uneventful and boring beforehand, but now it was like she was slogging through Jell-O. Hopefully, the rest of the day runs as smoothly as the morning had; no stupid people. Maybe someone might lift her mood, be nice, or even funny. She shrugs. Whatever the case, she still had friends.