A/N- This chapter contains a bit of a reference to FTR, a very excellent fic.
23- New Girl in Town
Kirby sat in the repair shop, looking around.
"So, what exactly happened to him?" he said, pointing to the vacuum on the table.
Igor was busy scrolling through a report. "It says here that he might have been used to vacuum what he shouldn't have."
"Like kitty litter?"
Igor smiled. "No, not that. Cheese."
"I was the one who vacuumed kitty litter."
"And you survived," Igor replied.
Kirby cringed. After thirty years, the repair shop lamp still gave him the creeps.
"Your lamp friend is a lot more conversational."
Kirby paused. "Well, he does help in the shop a lot more."
"The little Marigold is a finer detail kind of fellow, while this old mutilated Beanstalk sees the bigger picture." A pause. "Metaphorically speaking."
Kirby was wheeled home. He stood in the hallway. An oddly familiar shape sat near the back of the hall.
The shape wheeled forward. Another Kirby? This one was shiny any new with blue accents on her bag and handle.
"Well, I'm not the only of my brand here," she said. She wheeled around him. "You must be one of the first produced."
Kirby groaned. "Don't remind me of my age."
"Name's Ava," the new vacuum said. "I live in apartment 204."