"Well?"
"Well, what?" Trixie put her hands on her hips defensively.
"What did he say?"
"What do you think he said?"
"If I knew what he said, I wouldn't be asking you, now would I?"
"You could."
"I am!" Ziggy shouted.
"I am what?"
"Asking you!"
"And I already told you- wait, what did I tell you again?"
"You didn't tell me anything, yet."
"Then let's keep it that way."
"Trixie!"
"What?"
"Come on! I have to know! What did he tell you?"
"What makes you think he told me anything?"
"Here we go again. Because I saw you!"
"Saw me with who?"
"With
Sportacus!" He screamed.
Ooh! Him!" Her face lit up in
comprehension.
"Geez, and people think I'm dumb, he muttered.
"No," she answered quickly, "we just think you're… a little slow," she finished. "So, what were you saying again?"
Ziggie screamed in exasperation. "You're so absent-minded. I think, I think you're just…. Absent of mind!"he blurted out.
"Damn, Ziggy, that's harsh."
"Suck on it," he muttered and walked away.
"No thanks," she answered.
"Oh," he answered glumly.