Pet opened his eyes. Inside Busy Busbar there was no driver. The windows were just huge paintings of pictures of photos of landscapes.
"Hello, there," said a friendly rainbow.
Pet suffered a severe lack of parental guidance and exclaimed, "You're not a rainbow!"
The entity smiled wryly and tried to sell Pet some bubblegum.
"I'm allergic to cakes," Pet reproachfully declined.
"Very well," said the thing just as a tortoise swept past in the wind.
Pet's eyes grew to a size eleven and his mouth yelled, "I know who you are! You're the Lairy Sugar Plum Fairy, you are!"
The Lairy Sugar Plum Fairy nodded and peeled itself out of the canvas. There was something about him that made Pet long for sandwiches.
"I know what you're thinking," murmured the LSPF whilst scratching his ears, which happened to be slices of toast.
"That your mother was a mayonnaise bottle?" asked Pet with mild disinterest.
The Lairy Sugar Plum Fairy whistled.
"I think you're lying," said Pet.
"But I haven't said anything."
"Nevertheless."
The LSPF started floating towards a painted, pictured, photographed landscape. "I am a wafer-thin violin!" it pretended and blended out of sight.
Understanding that this may not be his typical holiday resort, Pet sat down.
There was a sound like engines being battered, with which Busy Busbar took off into the night and accidentally hit an unsuspecting owl.
~
"I'll swap your hat for a baker's toothbrush!" condemned the Washing Machine of Justice with a tip of its hat.
"Yeah!" supported the Small Appliance of Equal Importance.
Pet considered his fancy generic upbringing before facing the Small Appliance of Equal Importance. "Why is there not a single deck of cards in your possession?"
The S.A.E.I. stood on its non-existing feet and started turning around repeatedly.
Grimacing, Pet clattered, "You are utterly tedious."
The revolving bore stopped and had the decency to pretend to look embarrassed. "Why, I never," it said in a slightly French accent.
The Washing Machine of Justice spat out the lawsuit, who grabbed the former's hat with malicious intent. It landed on a frequently said phrase. "You gotta be kidding me."
"I'm free!" yelled the lawsuit and sled off on the hat into the persistent distance.
"You will not get closer to me!" rallied the distance and rolled up its socks.
"This is all your fault," Pet pointed verbally at the Washing Machine of Justice. As soon as their eyes met, the contraption floated apart and smashed into itself.
"I'm glad that's over," complained the wall that was still standing very still.
Pet started arguing with himself over tea spoons and table tops.
"Hey, we're trying to have a conversation here!" they blasted and walked away.
"Perhaps I can interest you in twelve different kinds of malaria?" offered the wall to Pet.
"Don't mind if I do, Jesus!" thanked Pet.
"It's a silent 'j'!" indicated 'esus wildly with flapping arms.
Pet rolled his ovaries, of which he had none, and mumbled a little bit about touchy subjects. Just as he started to slip on a banana, a bus politely veered to his side.
"Hallo," said Busy Busbar. "Care for an elevation?"
Nodding with his knees, Pet obliged and ventured aboard.
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