Chapter 2
With the aftermath of the disastrous accident that occurred in Acme Labs, the lab room was completely decimated. Flasks and tubes shattered, apparatuses bent or totalled. There were, however, a few machines and devices still intact. A metallic cage on a nearby table was absolutely blown open with bits of metal and wiring that were fizzing and jolting. Also, there was a large, smoking wreckage of what was left of a contraption. A contraption constructed by an extraordinary being. And that being was really fed up to the max.
Cleaning up the spoils of failure from his destroyed cage, a certain lab mouse with a big head and bendy tail was completely silent. He was recovering from a loss of progress of his latest invention. He picked up the debris, bit by bit, scowling over his failure. At least this was not the first time he had faced situations like this. Once the lab had been blown up by a rival gene-spliced animal that nearly cost Brain his dreams of world domination. As he cleaned up the mess, his dumb-minded counterpart, Pinky, came towards him.
"What'cha doin', Brain?" asked Pinky. The Brain could only give him a cold stare.
"What's it look like I'm doing, Pinky?" he said, coldly. "I'm cleaning up the mess that you made."
"Oh jolly! I do love it when we do our part for the environment." Yet again, another pointless remark for the Brain. He wondered for how long more he must tolerate Pinky's stupidity. Brain was really in a bad mood now.
"Your delusions from the painful reality of my failures is all the more infuriating."
"Oh, cheer up, Brain. There's always tomorrow night. Whatever we're going to do tomorrow night that is."
"Do I have to constantly remind you what we're going to do tomorrow night? We're going try and take over the… Oh, forget it." Brain calmed down for a bit. "Now is not the best time to ponder, so come help me with this stuff."
"Narf!" Pinky went on to pick up one of the many tens, if not hundreds of pieces of debris near the destroyed cage. "Gee, Brain. I wonder if Tom Ruegger's new show will do well. 7D's is it?"
"Your petty tendency for off-topic nonsense is making the logics in my brain go awry, Pinky." complained the Brain.
"Oh and that grumpy dwarf. Oooohhh he's real gloomy alright. Hahaha! Oh and did I mention, he kinda sounded like you, Brain. Zort!" Brain geitted his teeth and stomped towards Pinky before clobbering him down with his fist.
"You keep on swaying away from the situation at hand and I will hurt you some more." warned the Brain.
"'Kay." Pinky picked the piece of debris he dropped.
"Though yes. That grumpy munchkin does sound a little like me. I wonder where Ruegger gets these people."
But unbeknownst to the duo of gene-spliced lab mice, at the room opposite the one where Pinky and the Brain are in, there was a decimated television lying at the corner. It was bent in many places and the screen was shattered by the force of the explosion. The antennae all crooked and dangling on top. It seemed like nothing but a pile of junk. However, suddenly, that pile of junk soon began to do the unexpected. It was starting to glow. It glowed with a blinking dim red light. The flashes got brighter and brighter with each time. Then, the flashes blinked faster and faster until there was a continuous glow of bright red covering the entire television. Without warning, the TV then began to shake and move on its own, jumpimg here and there all around the room before spinning out of control and falling at the center of the room. Finally, the bright glow soon focused into one single light orb which proceeded to shoot out a laser bolt straight from it. The laser blast imploded right in front of the television and out came a dark purple wormhole. It swirled and swirled around in a spiral motion. And from that point. Out of the wormhole, there were four spheres of light bursting out of it. The four spheres soon transformed into what appeared to be four humanoid figures. One was tall and had an average build. Another was bigger while the other two were of smaller sizes. They all fell on the floor. The wormhole, meanwhile, soon began to shrink smaller and smaller, until there was nothing left. The glowing effects on the television began to fade away, leaving behind just a broken pile of scrap. The humanoid figures began to lose the lighting and their appearences started to become visible. At last, the last bits of lighting disappeared. Their faces were seen as we can identify them as 8-year old kids. One of them was named Alan Powers. He held his head, feeling almost dizzy.
"Uhhhh..." moaned Alan."Wh-what..." He couldn't speak properly and his vision was blurry. It must have been an incredibly disorientating journey from wherever he came from through that wormhole. Shaking his head, he finally came to it. "Wow. I... feel like I took five nauseous rides on the Buzzard." He soon opened his eyes immediately he knew something was definitely not right. He found himself in a laboratory with green walls and tables with lab equipment scattered across them. Alan took time to analyze the situation. "Weird. I love a good laboratory, but this doesn't feel right at all."
Behind him was the bigger kid, Binky Barnes. He was lying down barely conscious from the travel through the wormhole. Alan looked at him and went to see if he was okay.
"Binky." He shook him at the arm. "You okay? Answer me." Binky's eyes start to open a little. He began to see his worried friend as he slowly regained his sight.
"Ohh... H-hey there, Brain." he called, using Alan's nickname. "Can I have another scoop of that Brain Frost?"
"Uh, Binky. We're not in my Ice Cream Shoppe."
"Huh?" Binky soon snapped back to reality. He soon looked around the lab room. "Is this a dream of yours or something?"
"No, Binky. It is not for it is impossible. Though I would like to know how possible it was for us to get here. Wherever here is." As Binky got up, he looked around again, noticing the absences of the two other companions.
"Hey, where are Fern and George?"
"Over here." called out a familiar voice on the other side of the room. There the girl by the name of Fern Walters was sitting down, still reeling from the nauseous travel.
"Fern." said the Brain. "There you are." But Fern's smile turned to a curious frown "Huh?" She also surveyed the room, still sitting. "That's funny. George was with us, wasn't he?"
"Ummm, Fern. I don't know how to tell you this..."
"Oh no! Where do you think he went? You think that portal took him somewhere else?!"
"I am still here." A quiet hoarse male voice called out from underneath Fern. "And you're squishing me!" Fern looked down and saw the head of antlers that belonged to George Lundgren. She quickly got up from him.
"Oh my. So sorry, George!" George gasped for air as soon as Fern got off from his back. "Here." She extended her hand to help him up. As George dusted himself off, everyone gathered around.
"Now that that's settled…" said the Brain. "…we've gotta figure where we are."
"A laboratory?" said Binky.
"Oh how, very observant of you, Binky."
"Thanks. I think."
"Well yes it's a laboratory. But where is it?"
"Do you think we've been abducted by a mad scientist?" suggested George. "No wait, what if aliens are attempting to use us as test subjects for them to conquer the world?"
"Okay, you got to stop listening to Buster's alien theories, George." said Fern.
"Plausible theory though." said the Brain.
"Or some government agents took us in for something we must've done?" suggested Binky.
"And what have we done for them to have done so?" asked the Brain.
"Ummm..."
"Okay. Enough with the assumptions. We'll need to look around for answers."
"You sure, Brain?" asked Fern.
"If we find some clues, we could find out where we are on Earth. But anything's possible. That wormhole we went through back there. No one has ever done such a feat of travel, let alone even trying. So George's theory can still be in play."
"And if we find anyone we can actually communicate with, we can find a way home?" asked George.
"It is a lab, after all. Someone's got to explain for that wormhole."
"Alright." said Binky. "So can we go now? I'm getting hungry."
"You're always hungry." teased the Brain.
"Hey, George. Bring me your lunch." said Binky, in a threatening matter. George couldn't say no to Binky's bullying habits. He took out his lunch bag from his bag and gave it to Binky. "Good." He rummaged through the bag and pulled out a sandwich.
"Binky." warned Fern. "If you don't stop pestering George to your advantage, I shall have to hurt you."
"What you say?" asked Binky.
"I dunno. For some reason I just felt like saying that." Binky continued to munch on the stolen sandwich.
"Nah, it's alright, Fern." said George. "I'm not hungry."
"Well guys…" said the Brain. "…shall we get a move on now?" Everyone nodded, even Binky while he was eating. "Alright. Remember to leave everything to me. And we can all go back home in one piece." Everyone nodded. As the Brain walked on, the rest followed his lead; all determined to return home before dinner time. They walked towards the entrance and went on to search for a way home.
Meanwhile, back at the other lab, the two lab mice were almost finishing up with the clean-up of the destroyed area. They returned to their totalled cage and looked at it for a little while. Brain felt his chin while Pinky… well… Pinky just looked on.
"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?" asked the Brain.
"Oh, sure, Brain." said Pinky. "But how are we going to find Groundhogs on the 4th of July?" Brain could just stare away.
"No, Pinky. Our home. It is completely disoriented up to the point that we can't accommodate in even the smallest area of it. In words that you can understand, we can't live here." Pinky gasped with all his concern.
"Egad, Brain! What are we going to do? We'll probably end up in the gutter. Or the dump? Jerry Lewis' house? Oh the horror! WAAAHHH!
"Oh, stop your whining, Pinky. I can make us a device that can instantly transform this art reject into the cosy little home that it once was before. I'll need a particle accelerator, a nuclear-powered reactor and a jar of peanut butter."
"Why not just order another cage, Brain? We got that leftover money from our previous schemes."
"Hmmmm. Less complicating, and more importantly, less painful. Alright. Bring me my wallet and a phone." Pinky went to do just that while the Brain began to walk here and there as he waited for his dim-witted associate to return with the requested items. "I just hope he comes back with the right items and not an atomic bomb this time."
Just then, within the distance, the Brain saw a few shadows looming at the door. He panicked at the sight of incoming people approaching the lab. Brain looked for his partner, finding that he was struggling to carry a large mobile phone from another nearby table. Pulling with all his might, the thin mouse could not move it in an inch. Brain tried to call out to him.
"Pinky! Pinky!" he shouted with all his voice, but to no avail. Pinky was still trying to pull that phone for him. "Pinky! Someone's coming. Get over here!"
"Huh? You say something, Brain?" Hearing Brain's voice, the dumb mouse somehow managed to move the phone but being almost three times bigger than he was, the giant phone fell on him flat, squishing the poor little mouse. "Oh! Narf!"And when the phone fell, it also knocked down a nearby pile of books, toppling it down to the floor. The Brain could only slap his giant forehead. He quickly looked at the door. The shadows were getting bigger and bigger, signalling that the incoming people were getting closer and closer.
"You hear something?" said a feminine voice.
"It came from here." said a young boy-like voice. The Brain could not get any more nervous.
"Oh no." Not wasting time, he ran for cover behind the base of the cage, ducking down to become at level with it. He soon peeked over the cover and watched the entrance. There, four silhouettes appeared. The Brain ducked down again.
And from the entrance, the silhouettes began to take their visible forms. And there we see the four kids from earlier; Alan, Binky, Fern and George. They slowly walked into the lab.
"I know I heard a loud thud here." said Fern. They looked around the wrecked lab room for signs for a way home.
"Boy, whatever happened here must've been a huge failure." said Binky. But the most enthusiastic of the group was obviously Alan. He began to walk and view the various gizmos, gadgets and substances and elements around the lab. It's a scientist's dream come true for him. At the cage, the Brain popped up again to have another look at the vicinity. At first he was filled with worry, but now, it's as if his fears have all gone away with the wind. He now felt like he was curious at some point. What are four children doing in the lab? More of the matter was, why are four children looking like two-legged animals?
"What abomination is this?" he asked himself. "A bear, a bulldog, a moose and a dog? Here? Walking on two legs like anthropomorphic beings and dressed like humans?" Things were getting more curious and curious. Alan checked a small generator on a stool. Pressing a red button, he watched as it shot out a laser and hit a nearby chunk of debris, shrinking it down to nothing. Alan couldn't help but smile.
"Now that's science!" he cheered. Binky went to another end of the room and looked at a bigger machine with a screen in the middle and a very small lever at its base. He pinched it and pulled it down. The screen started to show a small notification saying "Commencing Audio Recording Replay". Then, a deep voice came out of the speaker on the right.
"You are under my command. You will do everything I say."
"Step on one foot and jump till you feel numb on your toes! Poit! *smack* D'oh!"
"Uh okay." said Binky. "Was that like... an alien exercise routine?" Fern took a look at a machine with what apleared to be a small seat, two light bulbs and a coiled wire connecting them. She flipped the tiny switch and the machine activated. The two light bulbs lit up as the machine began to shake violently. Then with a spin, the machine vanished in a blink of an eye. Fern could only rub her eyes in disbelief as the art of science left her dumbfounded. George, on the other hand, set his sights on a suit of a knight in shining armour; with a sword and shield.
"Hmmm. Doesn't seem like science to me." He tried to touch the knight, but then, all of a sudden, the knight began to shake and come to life. It raised its sword and a laser-emitted beam glowed across the blade. Finally the knight proceeded to swing it at George.
"AAHH!" He leapt out of the way just as the laser blade was about to slice his legs. He fell to the ground after jumping away from the attack. He ducked down, prepared for the worst. But as he looked on, the knight shook again and returned to its original stationary position. "Oh. That's the science part." said George.
As they walked around the lab, the Brain (mouse) continued to observe their curiousity.
"Those children are ruining my inventions." he mumbled. "Without them, I can't rule the world. I must put a stop to this." He finally snuck out of his hiding spot and tip-toed towards where Pinky was still flatten under the mobile phone. He hid behind under the table where Pinky fell off from. Brain moved his head a little nearer to the big phone. All he could see was Pinky's long tail.
"Psst." he called, quietly. "Pinky? Pinky. Are you there?" No response, except for a wail of amused laughter from underneath. "Get over here or I will clobber you with a mallet this time!" But there was still nothing.
"Oh, hang on, Brain." said Pinky, who was barely heard by the Brain. "I'm taking my massage right now. Oooohhh... Narf..."
"He's even dumber than a goldfish in a classroom. Sometimes I wish they had done something to boost his intelligence. A little of course." But as the Brain was about to assist Pinky, he heard loud footsteps heading towards his location. "Drats. Stay put." He ran to behind the nearest table leg. Two big boots began to appear out of the blue. They belonged to Binky who was walking past by to look at more stuff. He soon noticed a bit of a mess down on the floor. The Brain was watching anxiously nearby, hoping that Binky would not spot Pinky under the phone.
"And I thought I was messy." he said to himself. "Oh well. Not my problem." He was about to simply ignore the mess on the floor, much to Brain's relief.
"Binky!" called out Alan. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Um, just looking around?" Alan bent down to pick up the mess, starting with the books. The Brain, meanwhile (A/N~ Yeah, I'm gonna have to start using Alan for the Arthur Brain. The Brain mouse can keep the title) chattered his teeth, biting off his nails. Alan then placed the books on the table before proceeding to pick up the phone...
...and Pinky! But as he was about to grab the phone,
"Hey, come look at this!" called out George. An intrigued Alan turned his head around to look at the group, admiring another machine nearby. He did grab the phone but, much to Brain's relief, still looked at his friends and not noticing the flattened lab mouse underneath. After putting the phone back onto the table, he went to join the others. With the burden literally lifted, Pinky rose up, walking very dizzly and seeing stars.
"Naaaarrrfff..." The Brain, still behind the table, gave Pinky a silent 'psst' noise to signal him.
"Psst, Pinky." whispered the Brain. "Get your two disorientated back legs moving and come here."
"Oh... Hang on a second, Mother!" exclaimed Pinky, woozily. "Chase me! HUAHAHAHAA!" Brain whacked his own face and pulled it down.
"There is a time and place for parental reminisce, Pinky. And this is NOT it!" He went over to assist Pinky. However, when he tried to grab him, the dizzy mouse just stepped away aimlessly.
"Wooohoooohaaaa... Troz!"
"Pinky." said a crossed Brain. "This is no time to be dilly-dallying. Get back here!" Every time the Brain tried to grab hold of Pinky, the dumb mouse only walked on dizzily, causing the Brain to miss at every catch. At one instance, Brain gave a nice pounce at Pinky, but again, no luck. Just a tumble to the floor. "Dear Buttons, I feel your pain."
While the Brain pursued Pinky, the kids were witnessing a strange device with a funnel on top and a spray nozzle at the side. There were also two glass containers filled with yellow-coloured powder.
"Wonder what this does?" asked Fern. Alan took a look at the canisters.
"Ah, a high concentration of microgametophytes, intensified to trigger allergic rhinitis to even the most immune of people."
"Which means...?"
"Pollen. Highly allergy-prone. Whoever's already allergic to pollen, better back away. It could be fatal."
"What's that nozzle for?"
"I dunno. But I don't think we should..."
"Oh, please." said Binky. "What could go wrong?" Taking the nozzle, Binky gave a mischievous look at George. The young boy immediately yelped once he saw that look.
"Um, Binky?" he asked, shaking. "What's with that face of yours?"
"Oh, nothing. Here!" At once, Binky pulled the trigger on the nozzle at him, spraying out a thick yellow cloud of pollen heading right towards George.
"AAAHH!" The startled George ducked down for cover. The cloud missed him, zooming right above him. It flew until it reached a fan on the table behind him. And it was on and spinning its blades. The cloud was then blown back as it went the other way towards Binky!
"Yikes!" The cloud passed George and hit Binky right at the face. Pollen grains drift all over him. After a few seconds, Binky began to feel a ticklish sensation up his nose. The next thing you know, the feeling became worse and worse until...
"AAAACCCHHOOO!" Binky let out a powerful sneeze that sent him flying towards George, who ran away from the falling kid. He landed on the floor flat. Afterwards, he raised his head from the floor, dizzy. "Whoa... What a blast..." He sniffed from the allergic reaction.
"Like I always said…" gloated Fern."…bullying is a crime. And crime doesn't pay." But the gloating ended when she realized that Binky's sneezing frenzy was about to continue. And when it did, Binky let out another sneeze. Again, he hurled himself into the air.
Meanwhile, the Brain was still trying to catch a woozy Pinky. He ran and ran as Pinky continued to turn and turn away.
"Pinky!" called the Brain. "Do refrain from your hallucinations now! You're going to get us caught." No matter how many times he tried, the Brain could not get a hold; not even a word to Pinky. The chase went on until Pinky stopped at one point. He still spun round and around the spot. The Brain was finally able to grab hold of Pinky's arm. "Pinky! Do you realize what you...?"
Suddenly, just then, a circular shadow loomed over them. The Brain looked down at the shadow as it became bigger and bigger. Everyone knows what happens when a shadow enlarges below them. He looked up to find a really terrifying sight. An incoming big kid heading right towards them.
"I resent this dearly…" And…
*BOOM!*
Binky landed on the ground, unaware that he had squashed two lab mice underneath his bottom. And he sneezed again.
"AAACHHOOO!" Off the floor again. And there were Pinky and the Brain, flat like pancakes. The two mice could not get up for a few moments. The Brain was the first to recover while Pinky was still down.
"Ohhh, Billie… Pancakes for breakfast again?" he said, dizzily to himself before fainting into unconsciousness. As for Binky, he was sneezing and bouncing around like a pogo stick, crashing into the tables, apparatuses and what not.
"AACCHHOO! AAACCHOOO!" Whenever he sneezed near the others, they ran for cover.
"Oh no!" yelled Alan. "Hit the dirt!" Binky crashed on more and more as he let out really loud sneezes. "Quick! We must find an antidote!"
"How can you be so sure?" asked George.
"There's always a countermeasure! There has to be!" Alan looked around for a solution to their "nosy" problems. At that moment, he found a couple of vials of purple powder inside them. They were both labelled "Allergy-Go-Away". Alan took one and looked right inside it. From the looks of things, it looked like he was examining them.
"Brain!" yelled Fern. "This is no time for studying now! Do something!" Wasting no time, the Brain quickly ran to Binky. As Binky was about to let another blast, Alan quickly opened the lid and tossed all the powder at him. Upon being hit by the powder, Binky was about to sneeze, but the intensity went down sharply to a real quiet sigh of relief.
"Phew…" But the relief was not to last, at least for a certain duo…
On the floor, the two lab mice, squashed by Binky's sneezing spree, were coming out of their unconsciousness. The Brain shook his head as he rose up again.
"Ergh! I swear if I have another mishap like that again, I…" He looked up. The big body that was Binky's was wobbling.
"Uhhh… guys… why do I feel so…?" Binky soon started to lose his footing and then began to tumble. The Brain tried to pull Pinky out of the floor.
"Quick, Pinky. We must do something about those…" Just then, he looked up to find the same terrifying sight. Binky was falling down on the floor, right towards... "Oh drats..."
BAMM! Another crash on the ground. Binky sat on the floor, again, squashing the two mice. Then, he soon felt a swelling feeling on his face. Soon, to everyone's horror, Binky's cheeks began to have little bumps on his cheeks. There were more bumps each passing second until his face looked more like a sponge. Soon, his hands was also getting bumps. The other kids could only stare in astonishment.
"What are you all looking at?" asked Binky.
"Um, Binky." said Fern. "Your face is... uh... um..." Her voice stuttered, for she was unsure of what to make out of the situation.
"What? What's wrong with my face?" Alan gave him a mirror. Binky looked at it and saw the horror that had been done to his face. "AAAAAHHHHH! My face! What happened to it?!" He screamed some more when saw that the same effects were on his hands.
"I dunno." said Alan, worringly. But he had an assumption. "Maybe throwing all of that antidote must've been too much for your skin to handle."
"Ohhhh... What am I going to do?!"
"Calm down, Binky. Let's not panic. Well, yet. Do you feel anything else?"
"Other than pure horror and pulling feelings in my face, no."
"Then, I guess you're fine."
"Fine?! You call this fine?!" he yelled in panic.
"Better this than anything harmful, right?"
"Huh. I guess you're right." Binky calmed down for a moment. "But how am I going to explain this to my folks at home?"
"Worse still," added George. "How are ever going back to our folks? We still haven't found an answer to our problem!"
"Yeah!" added Fern, equally alarmed. "We're trapped in some weird lab in who knows where and we don't even know how to get back yet!"
"We're doomed!"
"Okay, cool off, guys!" Alan made clear of his authority. Everyone snapped at attention. "First things first, we need to help Binky here, because even if we do get home, there's no way on explaining his face problem to his parents."
"Not to mention Mei Lin. She'll be terrified of me forever!"
"So, whether we like it or not, we're going to have to remain for a little longer. How long exactly, I can't guarantee. But one thing's for sure, guys. You have to leave this to me. Science is my specialty. So, follow my lead and we can all go home." Alan stood confidently while the others stood quietly. Then, George walked towards Alan.
"You know what guys…" he said. "…the Brain does have an A+ for every Science test he took. And look at this place. It's full of… um… science stuff. He's the Brain. There's nothing he can't do, right?"
"Yeah." said Binky. "He's the genius of the operation." He and Fern smiled in agreement.
"So you guys with him?" They nodded.
"Thanks guys." thanked Alan.
"But I ain't doing it for free, you know?" said Binky.
"What?"
"Just kidding." Binky finally rose to his feet, revealing the two poor flattened mice. "Let's go."
"Alright. I need time to analyse that antidote. If I can the formula, I can make us another one for Binky's face and hands. I need your help, Binky. Come with me."
"And what do you want us to do?" asked Fern, pointing out herself and George.
"You guys… uh… um… stay put for now. Try not to touch anything potentially dangerous."
"Oh that sure sounds fun." said George, sarcastically.
"I'll call you guys if I need extra hands. Let's head over to that table, Binky."
"Okay." With Alan and Binky to work, Fern and George just sat against a wall. They began to fall silent for a few seconds of boredom. Fern tapped her foot on the floor while George whistled to a tune. However, the longer they wait idly, the more bored they become. George suggested they do something.
"So you have your book?" asked George. "We can… do our story here."
"Good idea, George." Fern took her bag and rummaged through it. "We can…" But when she stopped, a frown formed. "Uh oh. I left my book back home."
"Oh. Alright. Never mind then." George took his bag and opened. "How 'bout a Wally show?"
"Sure." But George looked and stopped, frowning too. "Oh… ehm… Wally's… taking a nap at home."
"Well, that's just great." The two feel silent again.
Meanwhile, there were still two flat mice on the floor. The Brain woke up from his unconsciousness. Shaking his head rapidly to regain his focus, he went to Pinky and pulled him out of the cracked hole made by Binky's sheer weight.
"Pull yourself together, Pinky." said the Brain. Pinky was still dizzy from all that chaos.
"Ohhh… No need, Brain." said Pinky. "You kinda did that."
"Those kids just came out of nowhere and started messing with our inventions." The Brain pointed out at his pollen sprayer, the one machine used by the four children. "Look. Even my Pollen Spray Blaster's been tampered. I was going to use it on our second attempt to infiltrate Fort Knox. And now it's only half full." Pinky and the Brain headed to the machine, with the Brain in complete frustration. "I cannot tolerate their presence any longer. Come, Pinky. We must plan for tonight."
"Gee, uh, what are we going tonight?"
"For now, we get rid of these meddling kids, and then plan to do the same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the WORLD!"
~They're dinky, they're Pinky and the Brain, Brain…~
"No! Not the music! We're not done yet!"
To be Continued…
How was that? Sorry I took so long. A lot of stuff has been going on and I needed time to focus on more important things. But nevertheless, here you have it! Leave a favourite, follow or review and that will inspire me to continue for more! Thanks!