Clumsy trips over himself again.
"Can't you do anything right?" scolds Brainy. "As you know, I'm very observant. I think your problem is that you keep tripping!"
"Is that it? Gee I just thought I was clumsy."
"Well that, but I think it would help to get a new outfit. Let's go see tailor for some better-fitting clothes."
"Okay Brainy. Whatever you say." Clumsy inelegantly follows Brainy as they head to Tailor's.
"Tailor, oh Tailor!"
"What do ya want, Brainy?" Tailor muttered over his shoulder from his work.
"Well as you know I care for all of our friends and it's come to my attention that Clumsy here is very dangerous to himself and others." He began.
"Yeah, yeah. What is your point?" Tailor replied in a bored voice, ready for a long speech from Brainy.
"Well I've deduced that Clumsy's problem is his clothes. They're much too baggy for him and he keeps tripping over his long pants." Brainy continued.
"Brainy, Clumsy likes his clothes that way! He's more self conscious than you think." Tailor whispered. Clumsy just tilted his head, not paying much attention.
"Well it's dangerous for him to be dressed like that! Hurry up and fix him some better-fitting clothes." Clumsy perks up confusedly.
"Better clothes? What's wrong with the ones I got?" He had overheard Brainy talking.
"Clumsy, the ones you have on are obviously too big for you. You need better ones."
"Well…I guess if you say so, Brainy."
"If you're sure about this." Tailor asks Clumsy before taking out his measuring tape
.
"If Brainy says so, it must be true."
"Ok. Well Brainy, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"What ever for?"
"Measurings are private. You should know that."
"But I'm his best friend! I shouldn't need to leave."
An insistent look from Clumsy changes his mind.
"Well I, I guess he doesn't…Well… I've got better things to do anyway! I'll come back in…uh, half an hour." He leaves in a huff.
Half an hour of measuring, Brainy comes back.
"What's the news Tailor?"
"Clumsy has always been skinny but since the last time he was here, he's even thinner!" Tailor exclaims. Seeing Clumsy's pleading look, he quickly shuts his mouth. "Sorry Clumsy, I didn't realize… well, I'll have your clothes ready by tomorrow."
"We'll be back then. Come on, Clumsy." Brainy waves Clumsy to come with him.
"Are you sure I need new clothes? I like the ones I have on." Clumsy mutters.
"Of course you do. You know what I've said. It's definitely your clothes."
"Okay Brainy. Say, wanna see my rock collection?"
"If we must."
(A/N: My apologies for the amount of dialogue. I assure you it was more for a rough-draft start. The next chapters will have character POVs, and more describing. Warning though: next chapter gets weird. There's a dream in it. Also prepare for boyxboy fluff.)