Four Leaf Clover | Wild Kratts

Chapter Five - To the Clover Rescue!

"If those Wild Kratts love these animals so much, they must be worth a fortune!" Donita steps out of her jet alongside Clover practically suspended in midair with one of her portable pose beams.

Clover couldn't help but become fascinated with her surroundings, but soon frowned as she realized she had nothing to record or jot down. Let alone have use of her own limbs.

"What's wrong, dearie? I thought you loved flowers?" Donita snapped Clover out of her thoughts.

"I do. When I'm not—!" She pauses and looks up at the device. "When I'm not controlled by that thing!"

"Ah, my pose beam. Very well made, isn't it? I think a hue of pink suits you."

"Uhh, thank you...?"

"Besides, I can't have you leave just yet."

"Fine. What do you need? I'll do anything if you let me go," Clover rolls her eyes.

Donita presses a button and makes Clover zoom right in front of her. "I need your journal."

"That's the only exception."

"Too late to change your mind. A deal's a deal."

"We never made a deal in the first place!"

"You'd said you'll do anything, right?"

Clover wanted to rapidly tap her foot impatiently. She takes a deep breath and starts again with a calmer approach. "Hypothetically speaking, if you were to have my journal, what would you do with it?"

"It's quite simple, really. Find out what makes your family's business so successful," she puts a lot of emphasis in that sentence, rolling her eyes. "Use your entire supply of flowers for my latest and greatest fashion line yet, and become rich!" She viciously laughs.

"And have you thought about what would happen to our business," Clover cuts in.

"Of course. You'll finally work for my business or you'll be bankrupt," she flicks her hand. "No biggie."

Clover wants to flop her head down and take another deep breath to recollect even more of her patience, but she can only do one of those things.

"So, if we go bankrupt and become unable to provide you with the 'resources' you need, wouldn't that also hurt your business, too? If you can even call it that," she mumbles the last part under her breath.

"Well, Clo-vine—"

"That's not my name."

"Once I gain even more wealth, I'll hire more businesses similar to your family's for my bidding."

"But, Ms. Donata! Can I call you that? Not only will you be hurting small or large businesses, but the environment, too! Think of all the animals and insects that need flowers for survival! It's not only flowers. The grass, the trees, the leaves, nature isn't only about animals. Plants play a huge part, too!" Clover puts her heart out into that rant. She squeezes her eyes shut.

Donita's expression turned into one with a new sense of realization. "Of course! How could I've forgotten!"

"Phew!"

"Not only are flowers useful for my fashion line, but I can use its petals. And for its binding? The grass and leaves. Yes! Not only will my clothing look fabulous, but it'll be durable, too. Ha! Dabio!" She calls for her henchman.

He runs outside, sliding his foot into the dirt last minute to hold his balance, but falls. Donita facepalms herself and taps her foot, waiting for him to stand up. He eventually does and salutes her.