The stuffed animals’ eyes flash as the puppet beneath them wakes up, but they have no further reaction to the words. Besty, however, blinks with a curious awareness as he processes the words being said to him. He adjusts his hat, which is seemingly more front-heavy than usual, to get it off of his eyes as he floats up to a neutral position.
Club? “No, it’s a porch,” Besty says, squinting. He can’t see the owner of the voice that just spoke to him, even though he’s sure it came from above. Then he feels the weight on his hat shift again.
“Gee, I didn’t know you two could talk!” Besty says. He still doesn’t think they can, but he can goof on it anyway. “And I wouldn’t charge friends, sillies.”
The hat shifts under his paws and Pinky stumbles, pinwheeling his arms to stay upright.
A porch? He scratches at his head as the hat porch stabilizes again, peering around for old wicker rocking chairs-- a staple of any good porch-- until he realizes that the whole thing just rocked right below him. Brilliant!
“Right! Does your enclosed porch take a one-time fee, or is it pay by the month?”
“Us two? You two? Me two?” He looks back and forth between the mouse and the snake, getting no further clues as to which has spoken beyond the fact that the new voice doesn’t quite seem to match either of theirs (or at least, either of the funny little voices he’s made up for them in his head). But it doesn’t really matter, not when one or the other or both of them are so sweet!
“Thanks! ...except you can’t really charge at anyone anyway, can you? Hard to do that without limbs, even for a snake, I’d bet.” Still, it’s the thought that counts. And they’ve already called him a friend, which is doubly-bubbly nice!
Welcomed with a lack of open arms, Pinky sits, letting his tail swish happily over the edge of the brim as he cocks his head at his new friends.
“So do you have names, or should I just say the Long and the Short of it?”
germansingergirl
tangentwithtanner
turnnoffyourmind
gamechangershow
titsay
kianamaiart
prguitarman
