Somewhere, a father might be proud of his daughter.

"It's not nice to laugh, jerk!" Pouncing before they got away seemed like a good idea to Isabel, after all. She gave the prospective thief a shove from behind, where he tripped over her Axew.

"Yeah, he wants to question you!" "Axew!" Question agreed, as the hapless thief fell on his nose.

"You have any way to tie him up?" Isabel said as she knelt on the thief's back and looked up at the--was that actually a Sailor Scout? The eight-year-old in her heart silently squealed, but she tried to just flash a smile. Just happy to help out, right?