Mariam glanced round, humming the Mission Impossible theme music under her breath. Her hands shaped like a gun with her index and middle fingers pointing up, she held it up at the ready.
She looked rediculous.

Tala rolled his eyes at her. "Are we going in or not?"

Max giggled at Mariam's antics, "I want some ice cream!" Max squeezed Tala's hand slightly.

Mariam whiped round and put her finger to her lips. "SHHHH!!" she hissed loudly. "They'll catch us!"
"Hi Mariam."
"AHH!"
Mariam jumped round again, to glare at the smiling kitchen boy.

Tala snorted. "Yeah, we'll get us caught."

Max sighed, "Can we get some ice cream now? I'm bored.."

Mariam ignored Max, still telling off the kitchen boy for 'scaring the living daylights outta her'.

Tala chuckled. "Sure, Max. C'mon. I think Mariam's a little busy..."

Max smiled up at Tala and led him over to the walk in freezer, "There should be some in here.." Max opened the door and an icy cold blast hit both Tala and Max.

Mariam blinked as she realised her friends were gone. "Oi! Wait for me!"

Tala blinked at the sudden temperature change. "Makes Max popsicles in seconds."

Max grinned, "Hey Mariam, stand watch me and Tala will go hunt for the ice cream!" Max then pushed Tala in the freezer and shut the door.

"OKAY!" Mariam ran to the door and began humming the Mission Impossible theme song as loud as she could, hand back forming a gun again. Maaaaaaxie, you bad boy!

Tala's eyes widened and he turned to scowl at Max. "What are you doing?" He kicked the door to see if it would open. It didn't.

Max put on his best puppy dog pout, "There's no one here.."