“And that’s when I discovered my hoodie could get stuck on my nose”
“She walked in-to a pole five times,” added Hatchworth.
“What? It was a fre-freindly p-p-pole.”
“Not that friendly,” noted The Spine. “It knocked half your face off.”
“It was t-t-t-t-tryin’ ta help, Th’ Spine. Not its fault it doesn’t have hands.”
“I did try to tell them that this was a bad idea, sir,” said The Spine, compelled to get the facts solidly out there.
“We did give up af-ter Rab-bit scared three chil-dren,” supplied Hatchworth.
“Only ‘c-c-c-cause I was trying find my face.”
“I wan-ted to have the hood-ie.”
The Spine looked heavenwards and sighed steam. He couldn’t have written Why me? any clearer on his face if he’d used a sharpie.
“Ya can’t have a hoodie and a hat,” Rabbit argued. “That’s a fa-fashion faux passé.” She sniffed in an exaggerated manner and, almost predictably, got her nose snagged in the hoodie again.
Bebop shut them down before they could get into another loop.
Peter Walter VI sighed and bought up The List. There was a list for every steam-powered automaton, but this one got the capitals owing to its size. Of course it was the list of things that Rabbit is no longer allowed to do.
Somewhere on the top was “Buy a toaster”.
Peter scrolled down to the bottom and added, “Wear modern clothing.” After that, it was just a matter of finding out where GG had hidden the scissors, this time.
[Muse food remaining: 38. Submit a prompt! Ask a question! Buy my stories!]
