"Please? Please? Please?" The tiny voice had been falling hilgo around all day without lessons.

"Go read," her deep voice boomed back.

"I read all of my books." Jimmy stated as she watched Hilgo handle a few baskets of laundry she could carry probably morw than five in a stack, but there was still the matter of getting the mechine ready and folding, ironing, this was just Jimmys clothes though, as Mama and Papa lwt professionals handle them. She rolled her eyes as she set the loads down. Knowing tiny foot steps followed.

"You already have friends over today- the fat ball. Mama kicked him out, terrible boy..."

"Carl's not terrible- just allergic to marble, and most fabrics and foods-and it's not about that!" The nine-year-old stomped his tiny foot to try and get Hilgo's attention the way her simple movements could do the same. It never had the same effect.

"I have to work."

"I know! I know! That's what this is about! Help me take the laundry to the basement. I want to try something."

She rolled her eyes, but picked up her five-basket-stacks and followed. It couldn't be worse than the last time.

"I called it:The Neutron Acceler-dry-tron, get it?" He had time big smile with his wide eyes that ended under a bowlcut Hilgo forced on him after his lastest timesaving invention went wrong.

"Da." Hilgo nodded, just wanting to get this out of the way. It looked like a crude monster, starting with a repurposed metal tank, that lead to some kind of old ringers, that lead to a conveyor belt, large robot hands that looked like the answer to where the Gardener's gloves had gone, hung over each part of the project. About twenty fert away were boxes labeled "socks", "pants", "shirts" and other things.

"Now, to start the tank like you would the clothes washer if you please."

Of course she started with the top one, added the bleach and cleaner. Water alrewdy poured into it once she closed the lid (it could hold more, this load was just for test), soon the magic happened and hilgo's eyes got wide as she saw the washee filter out piece by peice of clothing, they went through ringers and the arms found the right boxes for each one.

"It worked!" Jimmy beamed at the few shirts, and such it had filtered out clean in seconds. That one load was done, clean and folded in their boxes in a mintue tops.

"Try thr rest at once?!" Jimmy was too excited to ask probably. But Hilgo did as he asked, first the second load, then third, and fourth together. It was already folding more clothes than Hilgo could put in with all of the needed cleaning supplies. Then the washer found it harder tk keep turning and the bubbles filled up, the other mechines started smoking. In seconds their was a small boom, and the basement filled with enough soap, Hilgo's charge couldn't be seen. But with one arm she found him without even looking and pulled him from the mess. He was still in midair as he spit out some water.

"I can fix it." He told Hilgo, who simply shook her head. There'd be no "fixing" today.