The Season Approaches
The storage unit that Kim lived in was getting cleared out. Mistress had taken Phineas and the others, leaving Kim and Chop as the only ones left.
Mistress asked the men in charge to sell them.
Chop went to a jogger. Kim sat in the office, price tag wrapped around her handle.
"So, what exactly is this?" a man asked.
The owner of the storage center glanced at Kim.
"It's a decorated Kirby Tradition vacuum? It's been in here for years."
"There's a park down the road and we need a vacuum." The man pulled out his credit card and swiped.
Kim was wheeled towards a truck and thrown in the back.
"He could've used that Dyson vacuum for cheese, but he ruined my Kirby." Kim heard the man mutter. "Luckily someone's willing to help fix it."
A cluster of vacuums wheeled into the break room.
Darcy glanced at them.
"Oh, is the season coming closer?" She asked.
The leader, an old Hoover with black crepe paper tied around his handle, nodded.
"We're getting a little restless," a Red Dirt Devil said. "We love this warehouse, but it's not really spacious."