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Logline:
A young woman desiring milk must face her nemesis in a neon, kitsch world.

Synopsis:
A smartphone rings, gradually waking up a young woman from a bad dream. It’s still night and she's lying in her bed, which is a mess – a cute and neon, kitsch mess filled with milk cartons once filled with delicious, white gold. Though she doesn't want to pick up the phone, she is in the mood for milk. After showering and getting dressed, she calls the gang to help her get what's hers.
She sits in the backseat with a singular mission. The car is filled to the brim with cute stuffed animals and is flooded with yellowish, red light. Her two sidekicks do nothing but stare at their smartphones. And she anticipates what's to come.
They show up to the bowling alley and immediately know the drill – it’s not the first time they've been here. When inside, they suddenly stop, seeing their nemesis – the bad gang – sitting in front of them. The good gang and bad gang stare each other down before the leader of the bad gang lets out a loud and forceful scream to summon a female warrior who, washing down her milk mid-stride, walks up to the good gang. The warrior claps her hands together, producing a shockwave that tears open the space-time continuum and jettisons our heroines somewhere beyond our universe.
Confused, disoriented and in a trance, they don't know where or who they are. They're dressed in pajamas and are sitting on a bed in a pink room, watching 8-bit cows fly across laptop screen in front of them. The leader of the good gang turns to her sidekicks who try to eat their Froot Loops, but fail, milk drizzling out of their mouths. 
Suddenly our heroine has an eerie moment of realization. She remembers all of this having played out before.
Then the good gang is back in the bowling alley, face-to-face with their nemesis. The two leaders approach each other, staring each other in the eyes until it's no longer bearable. And then . . .
The two snap back to reality and are sitting side-by-side in an apparent revelation of the conflict lying at the heart of the overall saga: Her sister used up the last of the milk.