CHAPTER 13 - The Story of 256:

"Everybody, come here quickly! Look! I've found him - he's below one of our beds!" the vanilla (pale white) coloured Teletubby called out loudly.

"The Teletubbies have finally found Calvin!" lately cued the Narrator.

"*sigh* Welp..." he thought and gave up, but overheard what the Teletubby had called out to the others. "Wait...'one of our beds'? Wh-why? H-how in the world can multiple Teletubbies share just 4 single-size beds with each other!? They're 256 of them, so why can't they make more?! THEY'RE FRICKIN' ENGINEERS, FOR FRICK'S SAKE!"

"Oooh! There you are, Caaavin!" they went to his spot all at once and slowly looked down with long cute stares thrown at him, then laughed all over just by seeing his face in utter self-despair.

"*giggles* Here, hold my hands tightly - you don't want to get stuck down there, don't you?" the vanilla Teletubby offered him help.

Well...

...it turned out that he was already stuck there before they've even entered, because of the bed's irregular shape, space and position! She tried her absolute best to pull him out of it but in vain.

"Oh no! It looks like Calvin is stuck tight below one of the Tubby Beds!" cued the Narrator.

"Uh-oh...Cavin's stuck!" the vanilla Teletubby giggled.

"Uhhh-ohhh!" they responsively laughed so much that they ROFL'd again!

"Are you ki...hello?! Can you all pull me out of this bed instead of laughing at me?!" he lashed.

"Oooh...okay!" they continue to snicker and giggle, but willingly agreed to help him.

"Ready, Teletubbies?" announced the Narrator after they've formed a long line behind the vanilla coloured Teletubby, all the way to the trees in Teletubbyland, ready to pull him out.

"Ready!" they confidently responded with their thumbs up.

"3...2...1...PUUULL!" cued the Narrator, and they pulled him with all their strength and might.

But one turquoise coloured Teletubby decided to do it her way - to lift the heavy bed above him and set him free. But considering the sheer weight of both the Tubby Bed and herself and how much she could possibly lift, it could possibly lead into a risky situation for both him and her.

They pulled him again...

...and again...

...and again, till...

"Oooh! What's thaaat?" the turquoise Teletubby pointed to one of the legs of the bed.

"DON'T LIFT THE BED!" the rest loudly warned her.

Like a rebel, she had already lifted it before they could complete the sentence, and the sudden backwards jerk from the pull made everyone fall down on their bottoms with more and more *HONK*s and *PARP*s spread all over Home Dome! They've successfully pulled him out, but the combined force from all the Teletubbies made him soar like a mortar across the house for a brief moment and collided with one of the windows with a...

*KER-SPLAT!*

...that it made a crack on impact with the semicircular window.

"Owww...whyyy...?" he uttered with a broken voice yet again, slammed himself to the ground and checked for any cuts and bruises.

Nope. Nothing. Nada. Nyet. The anti-impact law strikes again!

"Are you okay, Cavin? Tell us!" the Narrator and all the Teletubbies asked in unison, the latter quickly approaching towards him and formed a large circular barricade around him.

"I'm...okaaay! Thanks...for helping me...uhhh..." he stuttered, and the confusion almost broke his vocabulary.

"Nooo proooblem! Anyyytime!" they slowly responded and giggled loudly, and cuddled him from all sides.

"You know what? Forget it...I...I...I love you guys. Every...single...one of you. For...always being by my side...whenever and wherever I need help," he declared to them from out of nowhere, without realising what has been happening around him all this time.

Maybe it's the number of collisions he had...and that with his head.

(Somebody whack him again...he's gone crazy!)

"Well...saves me from saying my line over and over again," thought the Narrator.

Hearing that particular sentence from Calvin made them gasp and cover their mouths with utter surprise and glee.

"Ummm...I'm...starting to think...that I regret...everything I just said to them - I mean...this shouldn't be...happening...AT ALL!" he thought. "Uh...are you...supposed to be...hugging your companions now?" he nervously moaned.

"It's too late, Calvin. Prepare to be embraced by 256 Teletubbies!" the Narrator declared royally for some reason and clasped his hands again.

"Nope...I think I'll run for my life now..." he quickly muttered and dashed to the other side of the house.

"You know what that means, Teletubbies?" said the Narrator.

"*all gasp* Ah...catch Caaaviiin!" they happily and excitedly screamed, and ran towards him.

"Uh-oh. I'm screwed..." he thought.

And it turned out that they were somehow smart enough to approach him from both ways, leaving him with barely a chance to escape, the remaining option being the Dup-Dup. But since the hydraulic elevator was too damn slow to transport him to the top of the Home Dome, they grabbed both his legs, yanked him back down to the ground and caught him!

"This is not good..." he spoke with a fake Russian accent and contemplated his existence.

"*all giggle* BIIIG HUUUG, Caaavin! Awww...we all looove you sooo much!" all the Teletubbies joyfully cried and crept closer to him for a bigger hug.

But just as they're about to pile themselves up directly on top of him, the magic windmill started spinning anti-clockwise, once again preventing them from embracing him!

"Uh-oh...it looks like you're lucky, Calvin...but only for today!" said the Narrator.

"Awww...nooo! *silence* Uhhh-ohhh! *all giggle* We'll be back sooner than you think, Caaavin!" they said, gave him another set of good luck kisses and quickly dispersed from the Home Dome.

He realised that something was instantly wrong - something crucial to the overall function of the program was missing.

"W...wh...what the...? Wait...whaaa...?! I...I...uhhh...this...can't be happening...so soon...right...? What...happened...to the...Tummy Tales...event!? *breathes in* WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE!?" he sputtered and let himself out in a fit of panic with uncontrolled headbutts, punches and kicks all over the house.

Thankfully, it's just the walls that he's letting himself out on.

*fwoop* "Calm down, buddy! The reason why the Tummy Tales event was discontinued..."

"DISCONTINUED!?" he screamed his lungs out.

*fwoop* "It was because of too many Teletubbies present here! And I know you couldn't handle the sheer number of them around you. Imagine the time taken for the Tummy Tales event to proceed as normal...it's not! *fwoop* According to my calculations...*blips, bleeps & bloops*...the duration would take more than 2 hours and 15 minutes, and 16 of them are picked at random to play their 4-minute videos, twice in a row, each time! *fwoop* Do you really want to stand there for more than 2 hours, just to watch videos?"

He was stumped, frozen and speechless when he read the messages printed by Noo-Noo, but after some time, he shook his head sideways.

*fwoop* "Exactly."

And there was a long pause of awkward silence.

*fwoop* "Hey...you feel like having a Tubby Meal?"

"Ummm...yeah. Now that you've shown me, and I'm kinda hungry and thirsty too. What about you?"

*fwoop* "I'll have the Meal, too."

"Cool. Then I'll share it with you this time."

And the rest of the day went normal as usual.

Days passed by...

(Day 4 - 65,536 Teletubbies,

Day 5 - 4,294,967,296 Teletubbies,

Day 6 - 18,446,744,073,709,551,616 Teletubbies, and so on...)

Weeks passed by...

(Start of Week 2 - 1.1579e77 Teletubbies,

Start of Week 3 - 1.4154e9864 Teletubbies,

Start of Week 4 - 2.0650e1262611 Teletubbies, and so on...)

Until finally, the month of June passed by...and the amount is just WAY too much for even the smartest being to count. Well, friends, it's at a mind-crunching...

...1.7616e646456993 TELETUBBIES - enough to cross the population limit of the entire ultraplanet!