The two teenagers walked their little dog down a dark alley, giggling. Taffy had hidden the sack of money under her sweater and was pretending to be pregnant. Suddenly, from the shadows of a doorway, nine ninjas emerged. The little dog turned around and ran away, yelping.
"En garde!" one of the ninjas shouted.
"Oh dear," Myrtle said, "you've got your fighting terminology mixed up."
"Just shut up," the ninja said. "You don't scare me."
Taffy sighed. She pulled the money from her sweater and placed it on the ground. "I'll do I and III - you take II," she said to Myrtle.
The girls stood up straight, inhaling deeply the cool night air. They exhaled and then lunged. Taffy lifted her arms perpendicular to the ground. Myrtle turned her back foot 90 degrees and held out both arms parallel to the ground, her body in one plane, soft gaze forward.
The ninja leader snickered, but the others began murmuring. "Oh god," they said, "Oh no."
"Impressive Warrior poses," the leader said, "but we'll see how refined your skills are." He held up two hira shuriken.
Taffy suddenly kicked off with her back foot, balanced on her front foot, and moved her torso and back leg parallel with the ground, arms extended. Myrtle lifted her front arm towards the sky, fingers reaching away from each other. They both inhaled energy and exhaled fatigue.
The ninja leader dropped his weapons and all of the ninjas turned and ran, screaming in terror. Taffy and Myrtle exhaled and released, Taffy directly into Mountain and Myrtle back into Warrior II, then High Lunge, Downward Dog, and jumping into Mountain.
"Namaste," they said to each other.
"Alright then," Taffy said, retrieving the cash. "We need to go find that little dog before Dr. Fischratt finds him."
"Wish we still had those flowers," Myrtle said. "I could use a pick-me-up right about now."
They went back out of the alley the way they came and spent the next few hours searching the city, hiding behind garbage cans whenever they heard police sirens. Just after sunrise they finally found the little dog begging at the fisherman's wharf.
Myrtle reprimanded him. "Dog!" she said, "you are not a cat."
