After all these years, the Wicked Witch of the West still scrares these kids. Not to mention the flying monkeys. There's not place like home.
And of course, there is always the mall. Here Side Track, Beaner and Chalupa read some schlockie gossip rag in the lobby of a hair cut place... in the mall. Looks like I could save a bunch of money if they only trusted me with their hair.
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