The secretary got on the phone and called up the mayor of SanrioTown.

“Sir, there is someone here to see you.. Mariah-Kan.. mhm.. yes.. sure.. yes sir, thank you sir! Yea, totally! Goodbye!”

“OK Miss-Kan, the Mayor will see you now. Just go down this hallway and make a right, a left, another right, and keep walking straight until you see the Mayor’s office!”

“Thank you! Bye!” “TOTALLY!”

Following the blond secretary’s instructions was easy, but dealing with that annoying catchphrase of hers was totally not. When I arrived at the Mayor’s office..

“Ahhh, Miss-Kan! It’s so nice to see you! Please, have a seat!”

“Thank you, sir! I mean.. Mr. Mayor!” “No need to be so formal! Call me Frank! I like Frank :D” “Um, sure.. Frank.”

“Why are you here today, Mariah?”

“As you may know, I’m opening a new fairy-friendly store, and I was wondering if you were the one to issue me a permit to grant me permission to built on a lot?”

“Why, no! I’m not the guy to need.. but I will definitively put a professional contractor on the line if you would like to purchase a permit, is that OK?”

“Yea, sure! How soon can you contact one?” I needed that permit A-SAP! Frank said,

“How about now, on speaker phone?” Yay! “That’d be great!” “Totally!” (Umm, did Frank just say the same catchphrase as that ditsy secretary? Uh-oh.. she’s rubbing off on him! Or.. maybe it’s the other way around..)

“BillyBobBilly’s Construction and Contracting Site, how can I help you?”

“Hey Bob, it’s Jerry!” (Um, is his name not Frank?) “I’ve got Mariah-Kan sitting right here with me, and..”
the mayor was cut-off with- “OH MY GOSH, Mariah-Kan?! THE MARIAH-KAN?!”

“Wow, I had no idea how popular I was! Musta been a really good bake sale.. haha!”, I said. The contractor went on and on and on about the sale.. until the mayor cut him off and said, “Um, Bob? Still here.” “Sorry FranknJerry. What does Miss-Mariah want?”
(Finally, someone called me Miss-Mariah!)

“She needs a permit, fast, quick, not cheap, not expensive, badda-bing badda-boom, hook me up maaaaaan!” (I believe the Mayor has some identity issues.)

“Yea, sure, definitively. Mariah, I’ll send the permit in the mail and you should get it in about 3-4 business days!”

“Thanks, Bob!”

It’s been 33 business days. Nobody told me the contractor lived in Russia.