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"Gold Ship... What on earth are you wearing?"
Mejiro McQueen had a look on her face that was both baffled and annoyed, with just a smidge of curiosity filling the gaps. Gold Ship panned her head side to side like a periscope, as if looking to see who or what McQueen was on about.
"Hmmm... I don't see any golden ships anywhere! That would be ridiculous!" Gold Ship boisterously said whilst putting on a voice deeper than her usual tone, before letting out a loud laugh that could be confused for the sound of Santa Claus. "That would be much too expensive to build!" She continued, adjusting the mask on her face to keep it from slipping. Said mask featured a large plastic nose, alongside equally fake and ridiculous looking glasses with a pair of incredibly bushy eyebrows resting above them, and a matching bushy moustache below.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." McQueen said flatly, clearly having none of whatever the prankster infront of her was trying to pull. "Now, please explain to me what you are doing." She insisted, stepping forward ever so slightly, backing Gold Ship an inch closer towards the wall she was hiding behind.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken, purple lady!"
"Wha- 'purple lady'?!" McQueen interrupted, caught off guard by Gold Ship's choice of nickname. The masked one simply continued on talking, however.
"I am Sir Golweather B. Shifellow, pleased to make your acquaintance!" She blatantly and boldly lied, before doing an exxagerated bow, holding her mask up with her fingers so that it did not fall onto the ground below.
Mcqueen pinched the bridge of her nose, and sighed loudly. Under her breath, she faintly muttered "Golweather B. Shifellow? Really?", before looking up at the prankster with a frustrated look in her eyes, the same one you would make if the person in the car infront of you insisted on goofing off instead of moving when the light turned green.
"Well, 'Mr. Shifellow'. I don't know who you are or why you're in a student's uniform." McQueen said, saying the supposed name of the person infront of her with an almost sarcastic tone, a lightbulb having gone off in her head. "But you certainly do not seem like someone who belongs on campus. I might just have to call security." She added, looking Gold Ship dead in the eyes as she did so.
"Ehhhh?!" The prankster exclaimed, jumping backwards, leading to the mask flying off her head, landing right by McQueen's foot. "Alright, you win! I'm already in trouble as is, Y'know?" She stated, leaning in a bit as she gave up the flimsy disguise.
"Hm?" McQueen's eyebrows raised curiously, as she wondered just what Gold Ship did that got her in enough trouble to warrant such an attempt at disguise. "In trouble with who?"
"Well, you see... Somewhere around 13 billion years ago, the universe began to expand really really fast, and then-"
"Can we skip to the relevant part?" McQueen interrupted, leaning in as if to punctuate her rather forceful request.
"All right, sheesh!" Gold Ship exclaimed, sticking her hands in the air as she started over, more seriously this time. "I was in the gymnasium, playing Air Basketball, as one does." She said, as if that was a sport that normal people played recreationally. "The score was 40 love-"
"That's tennis." McQueen flatly interjected. Gold Ship continued on however, like a hydrualic press crushing stone.
"-the clock was ticking down, and just as I was about to score the winning dunk... BAM! Air Groove throws herself infront of me!"
"You ran into Air Groove?!" McQueen jumped back in shock and concern, her eyes as wide as they could get. "Is she okay?"
"Well, given that she started running after me once she got up, I'd assume so! She was really angry with me too, it sounded like. She really needed to chill! Maybe we should give her a sloth? They're like, the masters of chill! Oooh, wait, what about a sea sponge! They never ever move, so they're even more chill than sloths! Yeah! The sponge'll make her their chill disciple!" Gold Ship seemed like she could ramble for hours about chill animals, if Mcqueen hadn't coughed loudly to interrupt her.
"We will not be getting anyone any animals." She said flatly. "Anyways... So Air Groove was mad at you, and your idea to get out of punishment was..." Mcqueen paused, and picked up the plastic disguise off the floor. "...To wear this thing?"
"Oi! It's all I had on me! Kinda hard to do much better when you're being chased!" She exclaimed defensively. McQueen wanted to ask why she just carries that mask around with her, but figured there were more important questions to ask.
"Why was Air Groove even in your way to begin with?" McQueen asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.
"I dunno, all I know is she started waving her hands around and screaming." She said, shrugging as McQueen loudly sighed. "Something about flowers, I think?"
"Flowers that you trampled."
From behind Gold Ship came a stern, angry voiced, followed by loud, measured footsteps that grew closer and closer. Gold Ship's tail shot up in suprise, prompting her to steal the mask out of McQueen's hand and hastily don it once more, before turning around to meet the face of the girl behind her, that being the face of Air Groove.
"Trampled flowers?!" Gold Ship exlcaimed in her fake, deeper voice. "That's terrible! Who would do such a thing!"
"You. You did, Gold Ship. You were doing one of your... "antics", one could call them, and in doing so, you ended up trampling one of the beautiful flower beds we have around campus." Air Groove stated, glaring the masked one in the eyes. "Also, do you mind explaining to me why you're wearing such a ridiculous mask all of a sudden?"
"I am not wearing a mask! And I have not trampled a single flower in my entire life! I am Sir Golweather B. Shifellow, respectable individual and friend to all plants!" Gold Ship boasted, expecting this to work, somehow.
Air Groove moved her head to face Mejiro Mcqueen, as if she was about to ask if she was an accomplice to this, but the annoyed, almost frustrated look on the purple haired girl's face said all that Air Groove needed to know. The vice president then marched up to Gold Ship, and snatched the mask off her face, not bothering to humor this riduculousness any further.
"Come with me, Gold Ship. All that time spent chasing you around the academy gave me plenty of time to think up what to do with you."
"Awwww, man!" Gold Ship exclamed, sulking along as she followed Air Groove. McQueen just sighed, not having the energy to say anything else after the... "event" she just went through.