Day 5. Kissing
"Artie, really, if you could help us right now that would great!" said Myka, her voice coming in through the speaker of the Farnsworth. Artie in his swivel chair wheeled back over to where it was propped up on his desk, adjusting his glasses and peering back at the circular screen. "You don't think I am LOOKING?" he snapped back, wheeling back out of view to rummage through a stack of papers he had sitting on a nearby table. "ARTIE!" Myka shouted, noises of commotion coming from the background now. Artie wheeled back to the desk, grabbing the Farnsworth again. "What is it? Does he have it?" he asked, continuing to shuffle through papers with one hand. "He has the sword. It looks more like a saber though." said Myka, "But not a fencing saber. More like a cavalry saber..." "A cavalry saber?" Artie repeated, more to himself than Myka, before launching himself at a file on his desk, which was pinned under the bedazzler. "Banastre Tarleton's cavalry saber! He was a...British dragoon general during the American Revolution. Ruthless. Very violent." said Artie, skimming the papers in the file. "Yeah, we sort of got the violent part!" said Myka, stepping backwards from the offscreen attacker. "Bag it quickly. They didn't call him 'Bloody Ban' because he was a sweet guy!" said Artie. Myka apparently took his advice, closing her Farnsworth and ending the call.
Artie sat the Farnsworth back on his desk, waiting for the confirmation that the saber had been neutralized. The minutes dragged by, and no amount of paper shuffling could preoccupy him enough. Finally, the telltale buzz let Artie know that the artifact had been successfully captured. Opening up the Farnsworth, Artie found the faces of both Pete and Myka looking back at him. Pete held up a canister of goo, "Got it." he said, "And we're still in one piece, so that's a plus, right?" "Good job, guys." Artie said, closing the Farnsworth and cutting off any question that Myka looked like she was about to ask. Pulling himself to the desk, Artie positioned the bedazzler closer to himself, along with a few tubs of rhinestone and a strip of leather and began working on what he hoped would be another belt for Claudia.
Pete and Myka returned later in the evening, entering the Warehouse and setting the canister with the saber on Artie's desk with a loud thud. "Why did you say good job? You rarely compliment us... What's up?" questioned Myka, eyeing Artie suspiciously. Artie looked up from his nearly complete belt to meet Myka's scrutinizing look with a shrug. "I thought you did a satisfactory job, so I told you so." he said, looking back down at his current project. "It's the bedazzler." said Pete suddenly, snapping a finger and pointing at it. "Artie is always in a better mood when using it. That's why he was so nice." Myka rolled her eyes, "Yeah, Pete, except Artie wasn't using the bedazzler when he complimented us." "Yeah? Well I bet he was thinking about using it!" Pete retorted. "Would you both just learn to take a compliment?!" Artie interjected, "I said you did a good job because you did. And also, I am happier when I am using the bedazzler. Because it listens better than you two do!" said Artie. "Someone's in love..." said Pete. Artie kissed the bedazzler in response, making a loud 'mwah' sound that Pete and Myka did not think possible from him. "Now get back to work. Go find Leena. Give her the saber." barked Artie, shooing the confused pair away and resuming his work on the belt.