The smack in the face had caused Harley to roll backwards, slightly. Roller skates and physics and all that. But it didn’t take long for her to recover. She was, when it came down to it, a competitor at heart. It was why she’d done so well in gymnastics when she was young. It was why she had so much fun pitting herself against B-man and all his various little minions and mini-clones.
“Oh yeah, baby,” she growled as she took off after the stuffed shirt, who was surprisingly unstuffy actually. “Here comes mama!”
Picking up speed as she raced down the aisle, Harley grabbed two more pillows, including a pink gingham atrocity right out of the hands of a horrified woman. Really, she ought to be thanking Harley. The thing was horrific. It was also her first volley.
As soon as she was within what she hoped was throwing range, Harley fired off the pillow like a fluffy projectile. It went wide, so she took better aim with her second shot. So intent on making sure she’d get him this time, she sort of forgot to pay attention to how close she was getting to her target, since she was rolling pretty fast. She also completely forgot that sometimes people left things in aisles that roller skates wouldn’t go over. Things like oriental rugs with bunched up wrinkles in them.