Tick! Tock! Tick!
Schwarz nodded. “Yeah, I mean–chickit. It’s like the most annoying clock ever–tell you what!”
“Yeah,” Ruber said. “Wish I could take it out back and kill it dead.”
“Why don’t you?”
“‘Cause of dad. He loves it. And, as he reminds me all the time, this is his hut.”
Tock! Tick! Tock!
“Why’s it got to be so loud, eh?” Ruber shook his head.
And that’s when Schwarz got up. He was about to do something, but, before he could, Dr. Zauberer came into the hut.
“Greetings and greetings,” he said. Then, he spied the clock on the table. He walked over, opened the back of the clock, and pulled some of the machinery out.
“I need this for a clock of mine that stopped working back home,” he explained. “I want it tick-tocking properly by the party.”
“What makes you think,” Ruber began, “that you can come into this…hut…and do that to me dad’s favorite clock?”
That stopped Dr. Zauberer dead in his tracks. “That’s a very good point. And I’m not at all sure that I can answer it.”
The he was gone.
“Well, at least we don’t have to hear it anymore–chickit!” Schwarz said.
The door opened again…and Daddy Salami entered.
“Hello, curs,” he said. “I see ya brought a friend over the house, Ruber.”
“Isn’t this a hut?” Schwarz asked innocently.
“It’s whatever I want it to be,” Salami replied curtly. “It’s me dream house. Hehaha!”
“Yeah,” Ruber mumbled, “complete with two rooms and no bathrooms.”
“What’s that ya said, Ruber?”
And then Daddy Salami saw the clock.
“What happened to me clock?!”
“Oh, I don’t now,” Ruber said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Has something happened to it?”
“It’s not ticking anymore!”
“Well,” Schwarz explained, “Dr. Zauberer came and ripped something out of the back. He said it was for his clock. He wanted his clock to work at his party he’s having. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!”
Salami thought for a moment. “I hold ya responsible, Ruber. We’ll go to his party, and get me clock part back. Now…for punishment.”
And Salami handed Ruber a pair of tweezers.
“Go cut the grass.”