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The train hummed with soft music, as the quartet stayed comforted, in their blankets and seats. Dexter sat in the shop, busily cleaning and decorating Dex-Tec. Rocky sat, focused, trying to repair the digital board, the one which operated all controls, like the ones that activated the drones and re-stitching cannons. As an apology for the shop’s poor current state, Dexter gave everyone some drinks and snacks. Everyone, except for Queenie who was devouring her Honey-Sweetened plushie-tea and security-blanket sandwich, enjoyed some energizing bananas (yes, really, the game added healing bananas) and warm cocoa.
Tired, Doug proposed a reasonable question.
“So, what’s the purpose of this? Why go through all of this effort for food? We’re not in one of the musicals with horrible plots Hi-fly puts on for the younger plushies against her will?” Queenie, flabbergasted, responded.
“Because food! Food is not only delicious, but dangerous. Who knows the identity of the thief? It could be a plush like Spinette, playing a prank, but she was with us when it was stolen, and who knows how sinister the thief or their intentions might be? Now let me eat, please.”
The music stopped humming with calm, and instead with dread? Or is it… the stupidity of Goldilocks and the bear who eats?