“Mom! My toenails do not have fungus. I don’t need them to trim them,” フレッド screamed. A tall man greeted them. “Today we’re doing the regular,” Janet, Fred’s mom announced in her high pitched voice. “No we aren’t! No, no, no!” フレッド screeched. He picked up hair spray from the big shelf as soon as his mom left. “Don’t make me use it!” threatened Fred. “Would あなた like a cookie, または some lemonade?” The tall man asked. フレッド grabbed for the クッキー from where he was. The trey slid and burst on the ground. フレッド reached down and got a cookie. “Owwie! I’m gonna sue you...