The pigs climbed over the fence and into the orangutan enclosure. The orangutans cowered and squealed in fear.
One of the pigs reached out a big, hairy hoof, grabbed the tiniest orangutan, and lifted it up to its mouth.
“This has to work, Igor,” Franny said. “We don’t have much of this left.”
She pulled a mascara bottle from the backpack, dipped the tiny brush in the formula, and carefully applied it to Igor’s eyelashes.
Long, lush lashes erupted from his eyelids.
“Now let’s see those beautiful puppy-dog eyes,” Franny said, and giggled.
Igor began flapping his lashes, and Franny hopped onto his back.
The two rose into the sky, lifted by Igor’s masterful fluttering.
“Head for those pigs,” Franny growled.
They swooped over and grabbed the orangutan just before the pig could swallow it.
“Surrender now,” Franny said, “or be glamorized.”
The pigs hissed at her as Igor flew around and came at them fast.
The pigtails lunged and twisted, trying to grab Franny and Igor as they zigzagged around, weaving in and out, until . . . the pigtails fell over on the ground, wriggling and snorting, and gorgeously braided.
Igor dived down to the ground as Franny shook a hair spray can.
As soon as they got close enough, Franny blasted the pigs with a cloud of hair spray, holding them in that position, unable to move.
Igor landed next to them, and Franny stuck her finger in the bottle of formula.
“I’ll bet there’s just enough left. . . .”
She pulled out her finger, and a giant, sharp nail sprang from the end of it.
“This won’t hurt a bit, pigs,” she said, and she cut away strands of hair until her ponytail wriggled out and snuggled her thankfully.
“Let’s go home. I have a little work to do in the lab.”
