Before his creators left, they told him to guard the mansion from anything suspicious. Right now, swooshing African mugs were on the top of that list.
Pet didn't know how to write, so instead he had drawn pictures that vaguely resembled flying blankets.
"Ouch," said Larry. "That was my colonic colon."
"Prove it." said Pet.
Larry held out his credit card. It was covered in pink marmalade.
"I see." Pet agreed, looking bashful.
Rolling down a chair, Larry gobbled, "All for one and one for all!" and disappeared into the concrete masses of shrapnel.
Pet scratched his head and waited for someone else to have an idea.
"I know!" said #3 Polophonic Cloth. "We can jump."
Pet was not impressed. In fact, he was bemused. "I'm bemused."
"Seventeen acres of leveraging silicone nightshirts and you decide to say that." #3 Polophonic Cloth decided to say. Then he caught a side order of French Fries.
"Nevermind that, these mugs are renting my shoes!" exclaimed Pet.
"Just like Meaty did, 'cept he had no one to tell him it was a watch." And with that #3 Polophonic Cloth rotated into an abstract corner.
"Blimey," blamed Pet.
A mug crashed through the plastic window. It landed next to a bag of green homophones.
"Excuse me," said Pet. "I'm not sure at all."
The mug tilted left-ways. "Shwoosh."
"Of course." Pet agreed again and stepped on it. It said, "Sea!"
Automatically a homophone screamed, "Look! Watch! Observe! Tantalize!"
"I'm African," boasted the Greatest-Boss-in-the-World mug. He swung his handle at Pet, who grabbed a large anomaly.
"Hey," said the large anomaly. "I'm invisible!"
"I'm going out for a while," apologised Pet and walked out of the door. The threshold said, "Nuggets" before dissolving into a miniature trolley.
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