The day was unusually warm for the time of year. It was the perfect weather for a pair of bug mutants to go out for a stroll. Pix had knocked on the door of one of the other bug related mutants of the Sanctuary, and with little convincing, the two of them hit the town.

Petunia was dressed in a sun hat, a sun dress that allowed her dragon fly wings to be free moving around her back, and a scarf that stretched into loose knit sleeves down her arms. The color of the loose knit scarf that went down her arms was lime green with some decorations in stripes that matched her dress and today her wings reflected the colors too.

Now, Pix and her companion stood on the corner of a cross roads. Pedestrians whom dared to pass, gave the two of them a wide walk way but that didn't discourage the two mutant companions. In fact, it gave petunia a better view of their possible victims. A smile had been stretched across petunia's face but now she began to sing. "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts." Petunia motioned to a group of people who stood on the opposite side of the street. "There they are all standing in a row."

Once upon a time, there was a giant cockroach man who lived in a large, sprawling city. Needless to say, many of the people in the city were not fond of having a rather large bug hanging out about their streets. He knew this. He didn't much care, in fact he got along quite well, even though when he walked about the streets his pink skinned counterparts tended to scatter like... well, bugs.

So, imagine his surprise, when in a city filled with beings who avoided him, a knock was heard at his door. Was it the mailman? No, it was sunday, and he'd already eaten the mailman on monday. He threw a bowler cap on, so's to be decent before his new guest, or meal, and skittered on over to the door. He opened it very suddenly, and then stared for a few minutes without a word.

He knew this being. Cake is tasty. She wished to go out for a night on the town, fixing the horrendous fashion taste of the many walkers of the new york streets!

For a moment he considered hitting her over the head repeatedly with a two by four, but then he realized her idea was actually pretty good, and he'd already thrown his two by four out the window for no reason in particular. So he agreed! Before the world knew what hit it, he was strolling down the streets with a large trunk over his shoulder, held effortlessly with one hand. With the other he scanned the crowd, humming to his buggy companions tune.

"Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head."

His hand stopped on a quaint looking man with glasses, a bald head, and a plain business suit on. "Give em a twist, a flick of the wrist... That's what the showman said!"

Roach was, of course, dressed smartly in a silk composer's tuxedo, tails hanging about beneath his shell, a black scarf lounging about his neck, and a dashingly smart top hat sitting about his head. The top hat had a small trout tucked into the ribbon around it, to complete the look he was going for; a giant cockroach with a trout hat.

"My oh my, what have we here? A fixer upper, I would say. What do you think, Petunia?"

Petunia let her eyes follow where roach was pointing, Letting her wings clap into motion so that she could be lifted off of the ground enough to properly look over his shoulder and along his arm the way a sniper might sight their gun. "Oh a fixer upper in deed." Petunia clucked to herself as she began building a small army of moths. They emerged through her skin, wing tips visible first, then crawling free and her skins pours snapped back into proper shape. "that man doesn't need just fashion help, but an intervention. That suit will have to go immediately."

Petunia's cloud of brown, grey, and tan moths followed the motion of her hand, Then flopped their way through the air, to across the street. "Sir. Siiirrrrrr." Pix cued as, with a clapping of her wings, she darted across the street, so as to catch the balding man before he could even think clearly enough to move his feet. Though the fact that he'd just been singled out by two bug mutants had him anchored to the spot fairly well. "Don't you know that this exact shade of black is completely absolutely 100% the wrong shade of black for your skin tone. Why you look pail.* She circled around the man's back hoovering at his shoulders as if to message them. Really she just grabbed the shoulders of the fabric of his suit and let her moths swarm where the seems held everything together.

For a moment, the man was frozen in place before his reality kicked in and he started batting at the moths in a panic, and trying to smack Petunia as well.

As he pointed out their first victim new friend, his fellow member of the fashion police chirped into his hear.

"that man doesn't need just fashion help, but an intervention. That suit will have to go immediately."

"Agreed! Take care of it, oh rambunctious one!"

On cue, the moths erupted from her skin, and headed for the meek looking gentleman. Roach crossed the street as well, ignoring the car that screeched to a halt next to him, and the cursing that shot from the driver's mouth. He was in too good of a mood to eat his face right now. Pix took the less direct rout, using her wings to her advantage, and thus got there before him. He arrived just in time for the man to come to his senses enough to try and struggle.

"Don't you know that this exact shade of black is completely absolutely 100% the wrong shade of black for your skin tone. Why you look pale."

"I find your assessment 100 percent correct, Petunia, my dear! He would look much better in a tan sun dress!"

The man lashed out at the moths, and then reached out for Petunia. His hand halted, however, when a buggy appendage caught it in a vice-like grip.

"Now, now, good sir. No need to be offended by our judgment; we simple wish to save you from your own horrifying tastes!" As he spoke, the moths redoubled their efforts. Within seconds they tore open the seams, now all it would take was a couple stiff yanks to leave him standing in his boxers.

Oh, what fun they were already having! He set down his chest next to the man, still holding one of his hands a little too tight for comfort. The giant cockroach leaned in and whispered. "Now, you will behave yourself, won't you? I wouldn't want to have to make this an unpleasant experience." He then leaned away, and let go of the hand, opening the chest, and pulling out a woman's sundress and a pretty hat, and displaying it. "What do you think, will this color work for his complexion?"

My my my this gentleman that they were trying to help was grumpy. Why if Roach hadn't caught his hand before it had reached Petunia, she might have had to do something..... like lift of finger against him.... or worst. Scorpions dripped from Petunia's ankles and toes as Roach had held the man's hand. Halting him from escape and fighting back. Somewhere in the process that dreadful suit had done a disappearing act. Oh my. and petunia realized that in future fashion saving events of randomness, they might consider branching out into assisting with the fashion of proper undergarments. Oh well. Petunia and Roach will just have to work with what they can for now. They weren't fully experienced fashion miracle workers yet.... Were They?

When Roach let go of the gentleman's hand and turned to address his chest, the man turned to run only to find a tower of scorpions in his escape path. Petunia had them well controlled as they acted as one entity, balanced into a person tall tower of little pinchers stingers, legs and eyes that all pointed at the gentleman in his boxers.

Roach returned from his chest with a sundress and a hat, and petunia's wings buzzed as she flew a few feet back for better examination. "Tan?" She rubbed her chin in thought. "It could work." But instead of excepting what Roach had as the full outfit, she shot back towards the chest to rummage through it to find something else as an accessory. It only took her a few seconds to find a lime green feather boa with deep purple longer feathers poking out here and there. She perched on the edge of the chest, wrapped the boa around the Gentleman's neck. "What do you think?... It will look much better with the sundress on him too though."

"Ahhh, the feather boa; a real champion of the burlesque scene. I do say it will match the dress perfectly!" He held out the dress to the man, who by now was shaking, his hands clasped in front of his chest, staring at the wall of scorpions... Hmm... He didn't look like he was going to put the thing on himself! What a bother... Oh well, he had ways of making these things happen.

He reached into the trunk and pulled out a 9mm pistol. He then pointed it at the man, whose hands rocketed up to the sky, still shaking like the rest of him. He then dropped the gun to the side, where it went off, and hit a random pigeon, which fell on a passing car, which crashed in the background. He ignored that, though, as he was much too busy throwing the dress over the held up arms, and forcing it down onto the man. He pulled out the boa, fluffed it up a bit, set the hat on his head, and stepped back. Eyeing the unfortunate man.

"Hmm... He's still missing something. He'll never get a date for prom like this! What ever can we d-oh! I've got it! We need something to hide those unsightly blemishes on his face!" Off he was again, digging through the trunk. Within seconds he pulled out two things, holding them out to Petunia. "Pick your poison, my dear!" In one hand was a compact with a foundation, and in the other was a jar of highly corrosive acid. One or the other would be on this man's face soon.

Oh what a wonderful party favor Petunia thought as she saw the Roach pull out a gun to persuade the style lacking gentleman to put on the dress. and what a wonderful aim he had as well. Her mouth watered as she eyed the pigeon that was shot and then fell onto a car windshield.

Flies crawled their way free from her skin and began to make their way over the the crashed car to swarm. That pigeon would be gone within minutes and then Petunia's insects would bring the meal back to her like the good little mindless minions that they were. Even the scorpions agreed with her that this type of meal was wonderful. I mean why wouldn't they agree. She told them to.

Petunia was just dabbing at expentant drool on her lips when Roach drew her attention back to the job at hand. "oh right." Petunia chose the Makeup of course and the man was going to be screaming perfect by the time she was done, I mean he was screaming now after all..... Ooops. Aw darn. Patunia really should have paid more attention to what she was doing at times like this. She'd grabbed the acid instead. "Oh well. My grandmother always said a little pain with a little beauty. A lot of pain should be a lot more helpful." Petunia announced and she kept dabbing.

Wonderfully malicious laughter ripped from his buggy little lungs as Petunia grabbed the wrong jar and started dabbing the man's face. Together with his screams of agony it rang out the chorus of a horrible, and yet sickly sweet song.

"Petunia, you lovely little monster! I must applaud your choice of blush, it really brings the red in his cheeks out!" He cackled once more, and turned to an imaginary television camera. "Here we have Reginald, formerly a drearily dressed square, now a beautiful blushing lady! Tell the viewers at home how you feel about your new look, Reggy!" He held his imaginary microphone to the man's mouth, and received a loud. "OH GOD WHY?!"

He gave a stiff nod, and turned back to the invisible camera "And there we have it! A satisfied client! Petunia, your thoughts on the before and after photos?"