Maya and Max step out of the detention room, unstopped by anyone.
"Alright," broke the silence, "so the book turned everything into a preschool cartoon version of itself. This place has turned so sweet it makes me want to throw up. I mean, look at us! We look like gosh darn babies! My panties feel as thick as a diaper, my head's twice the size it's supposed to be, and I swear we must have turned only three feet tall. Plus, just look at my clothes! I was wearing a skull t-shirt and tore up jeans, not a Lolita dress! I was supposed to be cool, not cutsey! At least it left my boobies and piercings alone!"
"You gotta admit though," Max pointed out, "I do feel pretty good. I suddenly got so much energy! Let's go explore the town!"
"I... what?" Maya sputtered as Max dragged her out of the school by the wrist. They discovered the cutesy town of Summerwood laid out more or less exactly how they remembered, but what was different was drastic enough to warrant a big reaction.
"Whoa! Check out that bakery! It's shaped like a giant cake!"
"There's balloons floating around everywhere? Who's throwing a party?"
"Look at those ducks! Aww, even the mother duck looks like a baby!"
"For some reason, I feel compelled to follow all of the traffic rules. They replaced the traffic lights with a whistle man!"
"Oh cool! Those flowers look like they're dancing!"
"Y'know, those clouds look really comfy. Suppose we could take a nap on one?"
"The cars blow bubbles instead of smoke! The air is a lot more breathable!"
"All the graffiti has turned into words of encouragement and other nice things. They look so lovely instead of crude."
They made all kinds of other observations as they went around town, until suddenly Maya felt something in her gut churn.
"Uh oh," she mumbled, "Max, we need to find a potty. I need to go poo-poo."
Max stifled a laugh, "You need to go what?"
"This isn't funny, Max!" Maya squealed, hopping around from foot to foot, "I gotta go poo-poo really bad! We need to find a potty!"
"Well, why are you saying it like that," Max raised an amused eyebrow.
"I'm trying to say the naughtier words for it," she explained, flapping her arms in panic, "but it's like my mouth refuses to say it! All I can refer to those concepts as are potty and poo-poo!"
"Okay, okay," Max tried to calm the cute goth down, "We'll find you a potty! There's a restaurant right here, so let's head inside."
Maya scurried into the restaurant ahead of Max, immediately asking the nearest employee "Excuse me, where's your potty? It's an emergency!"
"Oh, of course!" the employee nodded, "It's down the hall to the right." With a quick thank you, the girl zoomed into the little lady's room to take care of her pressing problem. Max walked into the restaurant just as she finished up and walked out of the room.
"Did you make it okay?" Max asked her.
"Yes, thank you," Maya sighed.
"Did you wash your hands?" Max asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Obviously I did," Maya rolled her eyes, "I'm a well behaved girl who always washes her hands properly after going potty. Not sure why I felt the need to say all that, but whatever. I'm suddenly quite hungry now."
"Well then, welcome to Stuffin' Snacks, valued customer!" the employee from before greeted the two, "Would you like a table for two?"
Maya sighed. "Alright. Come on, Max. Let's see what people eat around here."
"Fine by me!" Max nodded, "I'm famished!"