9- Dark Ride
Kirby shuddered. "Their vacuum is broken, they said. Get one from home."
Lampy and Radio peered out of the bag. "Well, welcome to the warehouse."
Kirby snorted. "That office was filthy." He paused. "And that lamp seemed to follow me with her eyes."
The three made their way to the work room. A series of small cars lay in a circle. Black-and-red paint with a stone cherub on the front.
"And what are these?" Lampy asked.
Doc sprung to life. "Oh, we have a dark ride in our establishment." He gestured to the nearest one. "Needs new paint..." the next one "...lap bar's coming loose..."
"And where'd Robbie get to?" Radio asked.
"He's still in the office," Kirby said.
"Your performance the past few weeks has been great," Jim said.
Robbie smiled. "Well, I've had lots of experience repairing stuff. When I was fourteen, I help take down a lamp. My mom owns a repair shop and that old teal ceiling lamp was beginning to fizzle out. We had to install a new one."
Lampy looked through the gap in the door.
"Goodbye, Igor," Radio whispered. "He won't be forgotten."
"He's dead?" Kirby asked.
Lampy nodded.
Robbie returned to the workroom. He picked up a wrench and proceeded to tighten the bolt holding a car's lap bar. A few more workmen joined in: Painting, tightening, replacing wheels.
"Oh, what beautiful work these men do," a voice said once the work room was clear. "Everything is as new as when they shipped it in."
The three appliances shuddered. Nancy crackled on, showing the interior of the dark ride.
"That's just Haunt," Doc said.