Englebert was casually perusing the floor of the hardware store while contemplating the importance of plaster, calmly walking along, collected and tranquil. He confronted the manager about where he could find the supplies he needed to fix a hole in his wall caused by illegal headbanging, when he spotted a stick of broken off burgundy lipstick in the corner of his eye. Englebert tried to ignore this but could not help but feel slightly at unease at the thought of a possible reasoning for this out of place fragmented colour splash.
He was quickly directed to the plaster section. He tried to brush off the feeling of discomfort, and instead directed his attention to the shelves in front. he quickly picked up a packet of plaster, and began to make his way to register, if not for the sudden decrease in height as he suddenly felt himself slipping and falling onto the hard, slightly dirty, classic hardware store floor. He could not believe this, as Englebert has impeccable grace and balance. He was infuriated at this sudden development and began to point his attention downwards. Slathered on the bottom of his foot, was a bright crimson lipstick.
Then and there Englebert's suspicions were confirmed, there was something wrong going down in this dusty old hardware store. He had to figure this out quickly, before the safety of every confused customer who just came here for a drill but ended up getting too hooked in to the thought of repainting their house was put into danger. Englebert quickly rose to his foot, he pulled his lipstick covered foot back into his body, as he could not be seen with his eggshell skin covered in what could be interpreted as blood if seen from a distance. He decided he had to look for clues.
Englebert hopped around the store, trying to avoid suspicion. He found several more lipsticks scattered around the place in shades such of bubblegum magenta, peach crumble, plum personification, strawberry daiquiri, and red. He was on edge, ready at every corner he turned. He figured whoever was responsible had to be a despicable being, after all who would just break off lipstick, considering how expensive it is? Englebert was disgusted at this person's actions. Eventually he had traversed every isle, and knew a confrontation had to come soon.
As Englebert picked up the last lipstick and placed it in his ziplock bag, of which he always carried around just in case a situation like this arose, a subtle light began to form within it. This confused and worried Englebert. The bag levitated into the air and began to gradually become brighter. Englebert dropped into fighting stance.
