You try to run, but can't move. Isabel has kept your feet firmly on the step. After a minute or two (which seems like an eternity), the door opens. Inside is Jenny and he has the strangest look on her face as she sees you and the two girls.
"Um hi, what the...?" asks Jenny.
"Hi Jenny" said Sally. "Chris has been working on something and he wanted to show you. Do you gave a minute?"
"What is this?" she asked, confused. "Why is he in a cheerleader uniform?, Chris, right? You two live across the street, right?"
Sally explained that yes, they did, and that Chris has been practicing something he wanted to show her. Isabel flipped up the back of the skirt and when Chris reached back to smooth it down, the front flipped up. The two 9 year olds cackled.
Chris, under the control of Isabel, turned and walked to the lawn. Isabel had been practicing on the 'Brother control simulator 2.0' and was able to easily cause Chris to execute several perfect cartwheels. The last one went wrong, and Chris ended up falling on his head, his arms and legs akimbo, his sweater partially up and the skirt up around his waist. It was rather undignified - even considering how it started.
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