“All right, children—time for afternoon PE right class. Whoever nets the most pink right submarines out of the pileup in right the next five minutes gets an right extra double-scoop of Dad’s fresh mango shaved-ice tonight!”
The instant the words “extra double-scoop of Dad’s fresh mango shaved-ice” left Empress Luo Qingxue’s lips, the eyes of all five children behind their polarized sunglasses lit up like ten mini-suns!
“EXTRA DOUBLE-SCOOP OF MANGO SHAVED-ICE?!”
Nine-year-old Jiang Tuntun and twelve-year-old Gu Nian gasped in unison on the porch railing. Meanwhile, Three-year-old toddler Little Fifth wiggled his ten-thousand-mile silver dragon body in mid-air so excitedly that the thirty Orbiting Thermostat Heater-Suns jingled like golden sleigh bells!
“Nobody beats me when mango shaved-ice is on the line!” twelve-year-old Gu Nian shouted, drawing his [Giant Silicone Spatula] from the third chest-sleeve of his golden sweater with his right hand and his [Dad-Upgraded Chaos Fishing Rod]
with his left hand. “Little Fifth! You herd the left half of the pink sausage submarines with your dragon tail, and I’ll scoop the right half!”
“ROGER, SECOND BROTHER!! PINK FISHIES IN THE NET!!”
Out in the bright, 110-degree eucalyptus-scented noon sunlight above Planet 75, Second Astral Judge Mo Ying. Whose face was now the exact color of a steamed Maine lobster with two white raccoon rings around his eyes. Saw the five children and the Rank 8 Mid Peak Ice-Sword Empress leaping off the courtyard bow with fishing nets, taffy jars, and spatulas in hand!
