"Tony, what's time?" The sketchbook asked. They were laid out on the floor, the top of their heads touching.

The clock smiled. "Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your-" She cut him off.

"I didn't ask for your dumb song." She pouted. "What is it?" She asked again.

"I am Time." He stated simply.

"… Are you still saying that."

"It's the truth."

She sat up. "You're a nerd, that's what you are."

"A nerd of Time?" He sat up as well. "Wait no. I am just Time!"

"Yes, you're a nerd of time." She attempted to move away. She needed to find her pencil.

He picked her up and stood up. "I'll take you where you need to go."

She struggled in his grip. "Put me down! I can move on my own!"

"Really? You need your pencil I assume." He put her back down and walked over to where her pencil was. It was on the counter. Way too high for her to reach. "Come and get it."

She glared at him. "I will!" She started to crawl over to the counter and about five minutes later she stopped. "See…" She tried to catch her breath. "I don't need you…"

"Your pencil is up here." He said with a smirk.

She growled at him. "Give it."

He picked it up and dangled it just out of her reach. "I thought you didn't need me."

She turned over on her back and began to whine. "You are such a jerk! You stupid meanie clock!"

"Admit it, Sketchbook." He said with a smirk.

She huffed and crossed her arms. "No. Never."

"I guess you don't want this pencil, then." He continued to hold it just out of her reach.

She would grab for and he'd pull it only making her angrier. She sighed and stopped trying. He looked down at her as she mumbled something.

"What's that?" He asked with a smile.

"I need you." She said a bit more audible.

"A little bit louder."

"I need your help, okay?!" She looked away from him.

He handed her the pencil. "Good to know."

She immediately snatched it from him. "Twat."

"Excuse, me?"

She smiled. "Nothing!"