What Happened to Fridge?


He escaped, but ended up coming back: This time with magnets stuck to his metal door.

Fridge didn't care, as long as someone got use out of him.

He just sat in the kitchenette area of the new repair shop.

He couldn't see or speak, but he could hear and understand everyone.

"This one looks familiar," he heard a voice say.

Fridge twitched.

"I think I know this fellow," another, more familiar voice, said. "Fridge, is it?"

Fridge stumbled from his spot. "ME?" The magnets spelled out.

"Yes, you," the first voice said.

"WHERE AM I?" Fridge spelled out.

"Do you want the old name, or the new name?" voice number 2 asked.

"ALL RIGHT... TELL ME." Fridge replied.

"Only a month ago, this was St. Peters' shop, now it belongs to a gentleman by the name of Vazquez," the voice said.

"HEY, ARE YOU STUCK TO THE CEILING?"

The voice paused to read the letters on Fridge's front. If he was talking to a fellow appliance... probably a lamp. Those could read.

"Ah, Fridge, it was so nice of you to let the others out," the voice said.

"IGOR, IS IT?"

"Oh, you remember my name," Igor laughed. "Don't worry, no one's going to dismantle you now."