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Under the flickering fluorescent lights of Habitat Outlet, two manikins stood frozen in the Men’s Casual Wear section—because, well, they had no choice.

Chad Manikin, dressed in an urban-looking outfit, cleared his nonexistent throat. “Hey… uh… Brenda? You look especially glossy today.” Brenda, wearing a pink sweater and a skirt, and the permanent expression of someone who just smelled expired yogurt, replied, “Thanks, Chad. I got dusted by the night crew. Industrial-strength Swiffer. Big day.”

Chad shifted his entire torso because his head couldn’t turn. “So, uh… I was thinking… maybe you and I could go out sometime? You know… a date.” Brenda blinked zero times. “A date. Chad, we don’t move very quickly.” “I know,” he said proudly. “But I’m willing to try.”

A nearby toddler poked Chad’s shoe, causing him to wobble dangerously. Brenda gasped. “Careful! You almost fell into the Clearance Bin. No one comes back from there.” “That’s exactly why I want to live life to the fullest,” Chad said. “I don’t want to spend eternity staring at cargo shorts. I want to stare at cargo shorts… with you.”

Brenda’s plastic heart would’ve fluttered if she had one. “Where would we even go?” “I was thinking the food court. Maybe split a pretzel. Watch the humans argue about coupons. Real romantic stuff.” Brenda paused. “Chad… that actually sounds… kind of perfect.”

Just then, the store intercom crackled: “Attention shoppers: We will be closing in five minutes. All unattended children will be given an espresso and a puppy.”

Chad straightened proudly. “So… is that a yes?” Brenda smiled the same molded smile she always had. “Yes, Chad. Let’s go on that date. But you’re carrying the pretzel. My arm’s been stuck in a sassy pose since 2014.” Chad beamed. “Anything for you.” And so, under the dimming lights of Habitat Outlet, two manikins found love—immobile, unblinking, and deeply committed to each other’s warranties.