3- Heirlooms
Lampy awoke to find himself in a box. He opened the top. "Hello, is anyone there?"
Kirby was the only one of the five unboxed. "Did you forget what today is?"
"Uh?" the lamp said. He scratched his head with his plug.
"We're moving!"
"Moving?" A french-accented voice said. The old Food processor from the apartment moved the box lid.
"I'm scared!" Blanky whimpered.
"Don't be," Toaster assured him. She left the box and pointed her lever. "Hmm, Kirby, Lampy, Blanky, where's Radio?"
Kirby narrowed his eyes. "Oh, that fool got into a tussle with someone square and blue."
"Oh, Ongaku-san," Mel the food processor said. "Robbie always had an appreciation for the retro. There was no way he'll let a still-functioning stereo go to waste."
"And how many other more of the "Cutting Edge" are in this truck?" Lampy asked.
"We're no longer Cutting Edge," Ongaku-san said. Radio hopped out of the box the two shared. "Technology moved on. We were lucky. Digit got sold on eBay. Clarence is still in the apartment."
"And I'm still here!" Plugsy groaned. He shook his head. "Actually, I volunteered. That new MacBook was getting on my nerves."
The truck stopped at another apartment complex. Robbie picked up one of the boxes and carried it in. He set the box on the floor.
His phone rang.
"Hello?" he said. "Dad, thanks for the appliances."
The men carried a couple more boxes into the apartment.
"Don't worry, I got some from Grandma as well." A pause. "Well, that purple lamp, the food processor, and the stereo. Tomorrow, I start my new job at Shadyside Amusement park."