Wilt smiled. "Dexter, Madame Foster wants to see you," he informed him politely, waiting until Dexter looked at him to continue. "She says it's very important."
Dexter sighed. "Everything is," he whispered angrily. Louder, in a happier voice, he said, "What is?"
"She needs a pet. Mr. Herriman is busy lately, so she needs a pet. Preferably a puppy, she told me, if that's okay," Wilt elaborated. His lazy arm flopped at his side while his good arm motioned.
"A robotic puppy?" Dexter mused.
"Um, yes, if that's okay." Wilt put his hand behind his head and laughed nervously. "I'll help if you need me to."
Dexter shook his head. "No, thanks, Wilt; I'm not sure there's much you can do to help with. I suppose you could get the specifics about the dog from Madame Foster, though."
"Yes, sir!" Wilt saluted and marched out of the room theatrically. Dexter frowned.
"In the middle of a war...my most important mission at the moment...is making a...puppy?" he asked himself, blinking slowly. He groaned. "I feel SO insignificant."
Wilt didn't tell him that the puppy would also be a spy for Madame Foster to make sure that the Bloo that he had come to know and love wasn't a traitor. He didn't tell him, because he thought it might just put extra pressure on him. Because Wilt was considerate.