Harley was shopping. Normal people people did things like this, and today, Harley decided she was going to be normal.

Yep. Normal. No problems. No anything.

Oh, look at this, a squeak toy. She squeezed it once, twice, dogs liked this kind of thing. You know, she could pull the squeak-a-matrix out of this and insert it in the plushie of Mistah J she had. Yeah, that would work.

She looked around and put it in her bag. People with no problems liked to shop lift.

Harley had no problems.