"I'm almost done, Commander. Just a few more stitches…"

"Ugghhh come oooooon." If he had known asking the robot what he was working on would be such a loaded question, he would've went on his merry way. He would've ignored Jimmy's delighted humming of an uncreative, repetitive tone; the fact that he was attempting meant he was in a seriously good mood. Curiosity was piqued, and peeking in to see robotics hands at work with tools not of the very un-scientific nature sealed the deal.

At first intrigued, the team leader was only indignant now, slouching on a tiny lab stool waiting for Jimmy to be finished. He just hoped none of the others came in to add to his humiliation.

"I still don't get why you won't ask Ricky," he bickered. "He's the baby of the team."

"Perhaps," Jimmy shrugged, the only break in his intense concentration. "But you fit the proportions better."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You have the chubby cheeks for it."

The Commander huffed in disbelief. He crossed his arms, turned away, and curled up into a tight ball of stubbornness. "I'm not doing it."

"But… Commander!" He fiercely looked away, not willing to see the genuinely distressed blanch Jimmy was giving him. "You promised!"

"Hmph~!" He remained adamant. He was not giving in this time! The robot needed to learn his boundaries!

There was a tense silence, which confused the Commander, who expected Jimmy to press the issue. Against all of his better judgment, he gradually turned back. The robot's electric blue eyes were downcast, gazing forlornly over his handiwork. His downtrodden expression, so stark different from his earlier bubbly demeanor, made the Commander's resolve crumble almost instantly.

Sighing loudly as if the most put-upon person in the world, he finally grumbled, "Fine."

He wouldn't admit it, but seeing Jimmy's face light up made him feel good. Eagerly, the robot lifted up the finished product in preparation. "Excellent! Thank you, Commander! Are you ready?"

"Yeah, yeah, just get it over with already!" He scrunched his eyes shut tight, bracing himself. Swiftly, yet gently, the starched fabric slid up and around, behind his ears, and tied up under his chin.

When metallic hands drew back, he creaked his eyes open to behold Jimmy's fond smile. He ruffled the pastel-colored bonnet a bit before its folds had settled in a manner he deemed acceptable.

"Perfect," he concluded, his smile growing. "Jimmy Jr. is going to love it…. whenever I find him."

"Jimmy who?"