"Debbie, where did you get that pink bunny?"
"I found it, ma'am," Debbie lied, kicking Diane's clothing under her bed. Everytime she called her mother, ma'am, her mother knew she was lying.
"Naughty girl, you stole another toy. It looks brand new, look there's even a tag, "Hi, My Name Is Diane, I Just Hopped In To Make Your Life A Little Rosier." Well, you must have gotten it at Cedric's Drugstore, when I stopped there to pick up my prescription. Well, it's going back. And you're going to apologize to the pharmacist for stealing his merchandise, little girl!"
"But, honest, I didn't take it from the drug store, I--"
"No talking back, miss." Her mother grabs Debbie by her wrist and holding the stuffed toy under her arm heads out the front door. She drives in angry silence to the drugstore. Each time, Debbie tries to say something, her mother tells her to be quiet, and think about what she's done.
But I didn't steal it from the drugstore. Well, at least I'm going to get rid of Diane, thinks little Debbie.
The car pulled to a stop in front of the drugstore.