Margo Gru sat on her bed, strumming her guitar, her fingers dancing over the strings as she sang a peculiar tune. "Where them Noah Jutilas at," she mused, her voice filled with playful curiosity. She glanced over at her sisters, Edith and Agnes, who were busy building a fort out of pillows.
Edith paused her fort-building to join in the song, her voice a mischievous whisper. "Who even is Noah Jutilas?" she asked, adding a dramatic flair to her question. Agnes, clutching her beloved unicorn, chimed in with a giggle, "Maybe he's a magical creature, like a unicorn!"
The sisters' imaginations soared as they pondered the mystery. Margo envisioned a grand adventure, her mind painting vivid pictures of hidden worlds. "He could be a traveler from a far-off land," she suggested, her eyes alight with excitement. Edith added, "Or a secret agent with a top-secret mission."
Agnes held her unicorn tightly, her voice a whisper of wonder. "We should find him," she declared, determination in her small voice. Margo nodded, her resolve solidifying. "Yes, let's embark on a quest to discover the truth about Noah Jutilas," she announced, her imagination turning into action.
Edith packed a backpack with snacks and a map, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Margo grabbed a notebook, eager to document their findings. Agnes added her unicorn for luck, her belief in magic unshaken.
Together, they opened the door, the cool night air brushing against their faces. Margo led the way, her heart a mix of excitement and anticipation. "Let's find Noah Jutilas," she declared with a smile, the adventure just beginning.
