Rocky squeaked and covered his head as water rained down on him. "M-my shirt… it's all wet now…" he whispered pitifully, looking down at his dripping clothes.
Boo clutched his head dramatically, floating upside down. "Just wash your hands—don't flood us with a whole tsunami!"
But Drake only spread his wings wider, declaring proudly, "If Rocky washes hands, then I wash wings! We're teamwork!"
Another flap sent a tidal wave against the stalls, and Rocky gasped, "I—I only came to wash… now I need whole bath…"
Boo zoomed to the dryer and slapped the button. Hot air blasted out, nearly knocking him backward. He pointed fiercely at it. "Go!! Dry!! Before we all drown!!"
Drake, however, lifted his chin like a hero in the middle of a battle. "No! I will not stop… until all glitter is defeated!" he cried, sending another sparkling spray into the air.
