Orbot stood there in a daze. He couldn't stop staring at them. Sure, he'd seen other robots before, but nothing like these two. Two, female robots in this house! his mind screamed at him. And they are rather-

"Orbot! Did you not hear me?"

Eggman's question brought Orbot crashing back to reality. "No, sorry sir, I did not."

Eggman muttered something about "not getting good help" then told Orbot to show Madam Lightbulb all the spare rooms. As Orbot left the room, he saw Cubot rush over to the female robots.

"Can I help you with all that stuff?" he asked the blue bot.

"Thanks, but I think my friend needs help more than I do," she said softly.

So Cubot glided over to the purple robot and asked the same question.

"That'd be great! Thanks!" she said cheerily and bent down so he could reach the bags more easily.

Wham! Down came a high heeled boot on the robot's midsection. "Did I sat you could give away some of your load? I don't remember those words leaving my mouth!" Madam Lightbulb snapped. "Learn to pull your weight, Robeat!"

"Yes, Mistress," she replied, her head bowed.

Madam Lightbulb looked ready to say more, but at that moment Orbot decided to intervene. "Excuse me, Madam? Right this way please." He turned and went quickly down the hall.

Orbot and Cubot together showed Madam Lightbulb every spare room they had prepared before she made her choice. She finally decided on the large room nearest to the front door that was painted lavender. "Now this will be perfect! You two, put my things down over there, then get to work on unpacking."

"And what are you going to do?" asked the purple robot. Orbot thought he heard a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"I am going to show him the project we will be working on during my stay," and she turned to go.

"Um, Madam? If I may..." Orbot spoke up before she could leave the room. She turned and looked at him. Excellent job Orbot, now why did you go and speak up? You just had to open your big mouth! So now what are you going to say? "Madam, if it's all the same to you, may we remain here and assist your robotic attendants?"

"Yeah, and while we're at it, we can help those robots too!" Cubot added. Orbot gave him a look.

"It's fine with me. Perhaps with your help the work will actually get done before the end of the day." And with that, Madam Lightbulb left the room in search of Dr. Eggman.

"Well, I guess we have to get to work. Where should we start?" asked the blue robot.

"How 'bout with the intros," the purple one replied. "Hi, I'm Robeat!"

"I'm Cubot! Nice to meet you, ladies!" Cubot said with a dramatic bow.

"And I'm Orbot. Good to have you in our place of residence." Orbot followed, leaving out the bow. He was too nervous to do it, he was sure if he tried he'd knock something over.

"Wish I could say it was good to be here," the blue robot answered. "I'm Retrobot, by the way. My apologies for the less than warm greeting, but we really do need to start unpacking. Pale face doesn't like us not getting done with our jobs quickly."

"She doesn't like anything else, either," Robeat added scornfully.

"Who is Pale face?" Orbot asked.

"Oh, I mean Madam Lightbulb. Her face is so pale, that some people call her that, and I suppose that I've picked up on it."

"Oh."

"Anyway, which suitcase do we begin with, Robeat?"

"Um..." Robeat closed her eyes, spun in a circle, then put out here finger where she stopped. "That big red one."

"Alright, I'll just pull it out and well start-" Retrobot heaved at the large suitcase, but try as she might it would not budge.

"Here, let me help you with that," Orbot said, and floated over next to her.

They both yanked at it, but try as they might it would not budge. "OK, perhaps if we pull together?" Retrobot reasoned. "On three. One, two, three!" And on three, the suitcase flew out of it's place in the pile.

"Whoa!" they both exclaimed, and flew back against the far wall, Orbot striking his head against it. He quickly recovered, only to find he was flatening Retrobot to the wall behind him. Extremely embarrassed, he pulled back, apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry, I should have realized, I mean, I shouldn't have been there, I mean..." he trailed off, unable to put his words into a coherent sentence. After a moments thought, he decided his best bet was just to try the oldest trick in the book. "Oh, is that Dr. Eggman I hear calling us. Coming, sir! Well, nice to meet you, but we really must be going now! Goodbye!" and Orbot grabbed Cubot's wrist and dragged him out the door as fast as he could.

"Why'd ya go and do that? I was just starting to hit it off with those girls!" Cubot exclaimed once the were out in the hall.

"I just thought we needed to leave," Orbot answered bluntly.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, I just thought-"

"So you did something wrong."

"No! I was just embarrassed and thought we-"

"Wait a minute," and Cubot turned to look Orbot in the eye, "Orbot, do you like one of them?"

"What? No! We just met after all." But Orbot wasn't quite sure that he was telling the truth. He didn't really like them, after all he had just met them, but there was a strange feeling in his circuits that he had never felt before. He didn't know what it was, but it wasn't liking someone. Was it? IIt's probably just that bump on the head I took, he thought, and brushed it aside.

"So, why was Eggman calling us?"

Orbot face-palmed.