On the Move
Steve and his parents had gone on vacation. Debbie, Oracle and Levi took this as an extended work day. Four days of being away from their suspicious coworkers. Dexter and May, a toaster and a fridge, were beginning to think their absences were a lot more than just fresh air.
Levi pushed the door open. He, Debbie and Oracle left the cabin. Levi paused to lock the door.
"Shade and Plasma will look after the collection," Levi said. The three approached Harley. The black motorcycle sat beside the cabin.
"All right, where to?" Harley asked.
Levi lifted Oracle into the sidecar before he got in himself. (Using a plank of wood as a ramp.) Debbie climbed in after her two cohorts.
"I don't know, the usual?"
Harley laughed. "I can do that." He started up his engine and the motorcycle sped off.
Lampy shut the apartment door.
"Any news on this Collector guy?" Plugsy asked. Tikal had snapped out of a commercial break.
"He's... he's... not real!" Lampy stammered out. "It's a killer drill we have to worry about."
Blanky unfroze and raised his head. He covered his face with corners of fabric.
"And this is her favorite hunting ground for appliances to murder." The brass lamp tried to run, but fell on his face.
Kirby picked him up and set him upright.
"Looks like we need a game plan," Radio said.