Everyone stood there in complete shock. No one could believe the words that just came out of Cyril's mouth.
"Wait a minute, Pop," Cedric said. "Maybe your eyes just need to adjust a little more than ours did."
"I don't think so," Cyril said.
Cedric and Sophia glanced at each other. They didn't know what to do, or say. The Pigs, however, raced forward.
"Come on, sir!" Lloyd shouted. "We'll get you to a doctor, and sort this whole thing out!"
"Good idea," Cyril said. He started walking forward, but ended up smacking into the wall.
"Ooh!" he shouted. "Where's the door?"
"To the left, Pop," Cedric said. "I'll go with you."
"Wait for me!" Sophia called. "I'm coming, too!"
"I'll, uhh, watch Forest for you guys," Bert said.
Cedric and Sophia nodded, and then left with Cyril and the Pigs. They were lucky enough to see Cyril's doctor, Dr. Canard, without a long wait.
"Well, they say the first thing to go is the eyesight," Dr. Canard said. "And you are up there in years, Mr. Sneer, however, I always thought it was sort of a gradual loss."
"This has nothing to do with my age!" Cyril shouted. "One of those stupid Raccoons had a camera with a flash as bright as Times Square on New Year's Eve and snapped a photo of me in my vault!"
"The flash reflected off Pop's money, and the light was blinding," Cedric said.
"Literally," Cyril said. "So, doc, how long will it take before I get my sight back?"
"Well . . . ." Dr. Canard said, a little hesitantly. "Uhh, I don't really know how to tell you this, Mr. Sneer, but there's a good chance that this will be . . . . permanent."
"What!" Cyril shouted. "Permanent! How sure are you about that!"
"It's a fifty-fifty chance, Mr. Sneer. I can't be entirely too sure if this will be permanent or temporary."
"What about laser surgery?"
"Very risky. You'd get the same odds I just gave you of it being successful."
"I see. So what am I supposed to do in the meantime!"
"Just go on with your normal, every day routine, or as normal as you can."
"We'll help you, Pop," Cedric said.
"Help?" Cyril asked. "What do you take me for, Cedric? An invalid? I don't need any kind of help whatsoever! So I've lost my sight. Big deal! I can function without it!"
Cyril got up, and started out the door, but he ended up hitting the wall again.
WHACK!
"To the left, Pop," Cedric said.
"Thanks, Cedric," Cyril said. He moved left a little, and left the office. Cedric and Sophia raced after him, to make sure he didn't hurt himself on the way back to the mansion.
The Pigs trailed behind, still a little surprised from the news.
"Gee, the boss without his sight," Floyd said. "That's a little surprising."
"Yeah, but you know what it means?" Lloyd asked. "It means we can have a little fun! You know how the boss keeps promising us a raise?"
"Yeah?" Floyd and Boyd asked in unison.
"Well, now might be the chance to get it!" Lloyd shouted.
"Isn't that taking advantage of the boss?" Floyd asked.
"Why not?" Boyd asked. "He's been taking advantage of us all these years! I say let's do it!"
And with that, the Pigs raced back to the mansion.
Once Cyril returned to the mansion, he was ready to get to work. Although he kept walking right into the walls instead of the doors, and bumping into nearly everything imaginable.
"I'll get the door for you, Mr. Sneer," Sophia offered.
"I can get it myself!" Cyril protested. "I don't need help from the likes of you, Sofa Girl!"
"Umm, she's standing behind you, Pop," Cedric said.
"Oh," Cyril said.
This was going to take some getting used to. Cyril was about to go into his office, when Bert came down the stairs.
"Hey, how did it go at the doctors?" he asked.
"What's he still doing here?!" Cyril shouted.
"He was watching the baby," Sophia said.
"Well, if he doesn't get out of my sight, I'm gonna wring his neck!" Cyril shouted.
"How can I get out of your sight if you can't see anything, anyway?" Bert asked.
"Bert!" Cedric and Sophia shouted in unison.
"Why you little . . . ." Cyril started. He lunged at Bert, but accidentally ran into a table, and fell over it.
CRASH!
"Pop!" Cedric shouted.
"Mr. Sneer, are you all right?" Sophia asked, as she and Cedric helped Cyril to his feet.
"I'm fine!" Cyril shouted, shaking Cedric and Sophia off of him. "I can manage this by myself, thank you very much!"
And with that, Cyril stormed into his office, but not before running into the door first, thinking it was open.
WHACK!
Cyril grumbled, opened the door, stormed into his office, and slammed it shut. The noise woke up the baby, who had been napping upstairs since the Sneers and the Pigs left for the Dr. Canard's office.
"I'll go take care of Forest," Cedric said.
"I'll go home before your dad comes out of there," Bert said, and he raced out of the Sneer mansion as fast as he could.
After a few moments, the Pigs walked into Cyril's office. They found their employer sitting at his desk, and drumming his fingers on it.
"Excuse us for interrupting, sir," Lloyd said. "But these documents need your signature right away!"
"Oh all right," Cyril grumbled. He began to search for a pen on the desk, but Boyd handed him one instead.
"Here you are, sir," he said. "We'll hold them up to where you need to sign them."
"And all you have to provide is your John Hancock," Floyd said.
Cyril began putting his signature on the documents the Pigs were holding, but as he signed, he began to wonder something.
"What am I signing, anyway?" he asked.
"Oh you know," Lloyd said. "Standard contracts. A little of this, a little of that."
"But mostly this," Boyd muttered to Floyd, as he pulled out a check for five thousand dollars that Cyril had just signed, only he didn't know about it yet.
In the meantime, Bert was telling Ralph, Melissa, Schafer, and Broo about what just happened.
"I knew you shouldn't have bought that camera, Bert," Melissa said. "I told you the flash was too powerful!"
"Okay, so I goofed," Bert said, shrugging. "How was I supposed to know this was going to happen?"
"So how's Cyril taking the news?" Ralph asked.
"Not so good," Bert said. "Although it's kinda funny to see him walking into the walls!"
"Bert, that's not funny," Melissa said.
"Sorry," Bert said.
"Do you think he'll get his sight back?" Schafer asked.
"I guess only time will tell," Ralph said with a shrug.
The others nodded, but they couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to Cyril, and how he was going to cope.