A POPtropica POP Star

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“I just want you to know… Oh, oh, oh…. That I love you……”

“WHOOOOOHOOOO!!!!” The audience aplauded and chanted, “Spotted Shadow! Spotted Shadow!!!”

Spotty flashed a smile through her perfect glossy, pink lips, “Thank you all for coming! Have a great night!!!”

The lights dimmed and Spotty walked backstage.

“UGH!” I am never doing that again! I need more fans, the same way I need to breathe. I’m not gonna show up to do a show, if only a few thousand Poptropicans decide to show up! Maybe I just need more advertising. Maybe we need to get my name and picture on bigger billboards, and- OOH! I know! We need one of those billboards that changes the picture like a TV, except when the picture changes, it changes to be another picture of ME!!!! Wouldn’t that be awesome?!”

“Spotty, you know you have as many fans as a 15 year old can get? Do you really need more? Besides, we don’t have that kind of money laying around!!! You’ll just have to survive with what you have,” Said Spotty’s manager, Bubbles.

“What I have is not good enough!” Spotty barked, “If you can’t find the money for this, then I will!” Then, just like that, she flipped her blue hair and went into her dressing room to change out of her show outfit and into an outfit that was even fancier, which consisted of a sparkly black vest with a blue, sleeveless jacket over it, and a white skirt with blue leggings and blue belt. She combed her straight, blue hair (that she had insisted would make her more popular) and put on a blue taxi-cab driver hat. She took out her blue hoops and put in white ones, then re-applied her pink lip gloss and rosy red blush.

“Done,” She sighed and laid down on the blue couch in the dressing room to rest and take a nap after a long, hard day of singing.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

*Poke, poke, giggle*

“What?” Spotty sat up sleepily.

“Oh, sorry Spotty. I just wanted to wake you because your breakfast is here.”

“Breakfast! Don’t be silly Bubbles. I haven’t slept that long.”

“Oh, but you have! It’s already 8:00 in the morning!”

“What!?! And you didn’t bother telling me!!!!”

“Sorry! I just thought you needed your sleep! It must have been tiring to do eight shows in one day!”

“UGH!” Spotty whined, “I have so much work to do! I should have woken up at 6 in the morning! I need to become more popular – Wait- I just thought of something!!!!”


“Ohhhhhhhhh, nothing.”

“Um?” Bubbles asked.

“I told you! It’s none of your business so stay out of it!!”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After Spotty had eaten breakfast that morning, she decided to go on “a walk”. She walked all through Beverly Hills, looking at all the fancy, expensive houses that probably held a lot of cash. Hmm.  She sighed. If only I had all that money.

She quickly ran back to her mansion and jumped into the black ninja suit that she had used to do Red Dragon Island. Then she grabbed a flashlight and a big duffle bag and snuck out of the house. She crept all the way down to Beverly Hills and looked in one of the windows. There appeared to be no one there but just be sure, Spotty went around the house looking in all the windows. Good. There’s no one home. She thought.

Then she quietly took out one of her hairpins and picked the lock on the window. She pulled open the window and crept inside. Everything was dark. She pulled out her flashlight and looked around. Whoa. There are a lot of jewels in that trophy case. Now I just have to break in there.

Spotty just walked right up and picked the lock with her fancy, silver hairpin. She opened the trophy case and pulled out all of the priceless jewels on display. She saw the reddest of rubies, and the deepest blue of sapphires on the most dazzling diamond chains. It truly was beautiful. So beautiful, she was almost tempted to take it just to wear. How come she  didn’t have the most beautiful, priceless jewels hanging around her neck. After all, she was famous. I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m simply “borrowing” these to make more money for advertising. Not to look pretty. But… what if I took just a few of these and wore them? And then used the rest to make more money? Yup! That would work!

She finished putting all the jewels in the bag and then climbed back out of the window. But this time, she forgot to close it and lock it.

Then Spotty took off the ninja costume, so she wouldn’t look suspicious, and walked back home. If this isn’t enough money for avertising, then I don’t know what is!

Spotty walked into her room and looked at all the jewels. She picked out the ones she wanted to keep, and put the rest in the duffle bag. She walked straight into Bubbles’ room (who had to live with her so she could be there if Spotty needed anything, but of course, Bubbles didn’t mind)

“Bubbles!!! I have a solution.”

Spotty pulled out the bag with all the jewels. “Here!” She plopped the bag down in front of Bubbles.

“Wha-?” Bubbles exclaimed, “Where’d you get all that?”

But before Spotty could reply, the news came on the TV.

Breaking News! It said. Bubbles turned the volume up. Chilly Grape’s house was just robbed! She came home to find all of her jewels missing! We immediatley turned toward the open window, which fingerprints on it.

Bubbles dropped the remote and let out a panicked shriek. “You- you- yo-,” She studdered, “You stole the jewels! You stole from the richest girl in Hollywood! How could you?!” She started to hyperventilate.

“No! No, I promise, I didn’t do it!” But then she heard the news.

To most everyone’s surprise, we have identified the prints as those of Spotted Shadows. There must be some kind of mistake, but we have no more on this subject right now. Chilly Grape demands Spotty to be sued for all of her money! Now, to the weather.

“Huh!” Spotty gasped.

“Huh!” Bubbles gasped.

“Huh!” All of Spotty’s adoring fans gasped.

And then, to no one’s surprise, Bubbles simply fainted.

Oh no. I’m dead.

And then, Spotty forgot everything that was important to her. She forgot she was famous, she forgot she was rich, she forgot about Bubbles, and, worst of all, she forgot about all of her adoring fans that had been counting on her, that she had let down.

In that panic moment, where she forgot everything, she just left the bag of jewels and left Bubbles lying on the floor, and just ran out of the house as fast as she could. But it was too late. The police had already arrived to take her away to jail.

“You’re under arrest for breaking and entering, and for robbery.” They slapped the cuffs on her and shoved her in the back of the police car. And then they drove away to Jail with their flashing blue and red lights and sirens.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A few days later, Spotty decided it was no use. She had already let down the people she cared about enough. She didn’t want to do it again, so she confessed. She would serve her time in jail and then come out and apologize to everyone for the damage she had done. After all, she had to keep a good image.

The next day, Bubbles came to visit her with a big smile on her face.

“Why are you smiling?” Spotty asked, “You just lost your job.”

“I’m just- happy for you!” Bubbles replied.

Spotty scowled, “Happy? Why are you happy for me? I’m in jail!”

“Because,” Bubbles answered, “You finally got what you wanted! You’re really famous now!” (Just not in the good way…)

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Bubbles (Manager)



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