Team of Japanese Magical Girls encounter their greatest threat…Customs Agents.
“Do you need an interpreter?”
“My am English very good,” said the Japanese girl with a big grin. “No worries mate!”
Her friends looked decidedly more dubious about her skills.
“All right,” the Customs Agent Veronica sighed, “Do you know why you were called over here?”
“Chucka su-rim-pu on-u baa-bee!”
“…riiiiight.”
A brief argument in Japanese resulted in a different girl of the crowd of six stepping forward. “Very much sorry. Best friend say she handle everything. She say, know best Australian. Not meaning offence.”
Veronica cleared her throat. “And you are–?”
“May, please.”
“Okay, May. Do you know why you were all called over here?”
“We are… in trouble? Not knowing problem, please.”
Veronica brought up the X-rays on the big screen to show them. Six bags. Six anomalies. Six red circles showing six interesting lights.
Six suddenly very nervous faces amongst the girls.
“Now, we couldn’t detect any explosives in these devices,” said Veronica, “but they’re still emitting radiation of some sort and we need to know what these are.”
The original ambassador for the group fought free of her friends. “G'day g'day. How you goin’? Ow’s the ankle bite-ahs?”
More arguing in Japanese. This was going to be an interesting day…
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