"Wow!" remarked Micky. "Mr. Zero really remodeled his shop!"
"You idiot," replied Mr. Zero. "That's Sally's Furniture Store!"
"That would make sense," agreed Mike. "I wouldn't imagine Mr. Zero's shop being so... Colorful and abstract."
"Shall we go in, boys?" asked Mr. Zero.
"After you," answered Peter.
"No, I insist," added Mr. Zero. "Go."
A crackle of thunder was heard in the distance.
"Okay! You go in first, Davy!" exclaimed Micky.
"No, you first, Micky!" insisted Davy.
"I couldn't possibly do so, Davy! You deserve it more than I do!" repeated Micky.
"No, no. You're the best out of all of us!" added Davy.
"Oh, come on, Davy! You need to stop telling everyone that I'm the best, and start telling everyone the truth!"
"Guys, quiet down!" exclaimed Mike, as he gave Peter, Micky, and Davy a shove inside the front glass door.
"That's a good boy," whispered Mr. Zero as he telepathically opened the door for Mike.
"This place is really colorful!" admired Micky.
"Idiot," responded Mr. Zero, "stop looking at the furniture store next door!"
"Hey, nice rhyming, Mr. Zero!" remarked Davy.
"I wasn't trying to rhyme, short one," stated Mr. Zero unhappily. "Now stand up from that chair. That's for employees -meaning me- only!"
Davy stood up from the chair, only to look about an inch taller.
"I wouldn't expect a young man like you to look as small as a ten year old," observed Mr. Zero unsympathetically.
"It's not my fault, Mr. Zero," explained Davy. "It's just that..."
"SILENCE!" yelled Mr. Zero furiously.
"Hey Peter: look! It's that harp that Mr. Zero gave you... In trade for your soul," said Mike.
"Hey, that is the harp! Say, Mr. Zero, do you still have that contract?" asked Peter.
"In fact, I do, Peter. It's right over there inside that small bin next to the bass guitars," directed Mr. Zero.
Peter walked over to the bin and looked inside of the garbage can.
"It looks really nice in there," remarked Peter thoughtfully.
"How does he not know that it's inside of a garbage bin?" asked Mr. Zero to himself.
"Say, Mike, do you know where Micky is?" inquired Davy.
"Hey guys, how did you get inside of Sally's -uncolored and bleak- Furniture Store? You should be inside of this wildly colored shop that Mr. Zero owns!" exclaimed Micky from Sally's Furniture Store.
"Do any of you notice how much of a fool he is?" asked Mr. Zero hopefully.
"Not at all," replied Mike, Peter, and Davy.
There was silence for a minute.
"Well? Aren't the three of you going to purchase one of these instruments?" inquired Mr. Zero impatiently.
"I think you mean 'four of you', corrected Micky once he reentered the shop.
"Just buy one of the instruments, for crying out loud!" screeched Mr. Zero furiously.