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“Aw man…” Spitz looks over the smithereens that was once a taxi and shakes his rapidly reddening head, “Penny, you said you could fix the car!” His foot pounds the lab floor.
“I did...” Penny rubs the soot and ashes off her glasses, looking down so she doesn’t have to see a fuming Spitz (and a fuming Dribble but that’s easy because he’s massive).
“No, you didn’t?” Dribble picks up a chunk of what was once a steering wheel and inspects it, coming to the conclusion that it was once a steering wheel.
“Yeah, but-”
“She tried adding cup holders,” Mike interjects, piping up to explain his friend’s actions. The taxi drivers startle at his sudden appearance, having assumed he was part of the wreckage of car.
“Why the hell would that make it blow up?” Spitz spits.
Penny finally dares to see how angry they really are and jumps when she sees smoke erupting from the cat’s pointed ears, his fangs clenched in a snarl, “Well… uhm… they… there was a problem with the… I’m so sorry…” Tears pool around her large blue eyes, threatening to fall.
Dribble takes a deep breath and unclenches his fists when he notices how apologetic the young scientist appears, “Well can you fix it?”
“Of course she can’t fix it, it’s barely even scrap anymore!” his colleague doesn’t share the sentiment. “You owe us a new car!”
Mike decides to step in again, “How about we make you a new car? The doctor and I could make a car way better than the piece of junk you two were flying around in before.”
“Yes... Yes, I can help too! We’ll make you the best car you’ve ever seen!” she perks up, craning her neck to smile at Dribble.
Dribble quickly clamps a paw over his furious partner’s mouth before he can keep yelling, “It’s a deal. But you should probably give this one tuna until it’s done.” He gives the best smile he can. If nothing else, because he doesn’t want to make a child cry.
"Yes, yes, all the tuna you want," Mike agrees, because he also doesn't want a child to cry.
“Aw, but we’ll have to tell grandpa… I hope he’s not mad,” Penny walks off, robot in tow. The metal man turns around to thank Dribble before taking the girl’s hand.
“Can we get pizza on the way?”
“Doris 1 already made dinner.”
“Okay…” the pair make it far enough that Dribble can release the cat who was scratching at his arms.
“Aw, c’mon Spitz, it’s not so bad. Maybe the new car’ll be better?”
“But it’s not the same!” Spitz shakes his head, looking down at the wreckage.
“You’ll miss the old one?” A large paw lands on his shoulder, calming his rage.
“Maybe…” Dejected, Spitz kicks a chunk of metal and immediately falls to the floor in pain, angry once again. “Argh! I just don’t get how it blew up!”
“I don’t get why she thought we needed more cup holders…”
What everyone failed to notice was a ghost white alien hiding behind a bin, snickering into his soot coated hands. From behind his cape, he pulls a checklist, which simply reads:
“Step 1: Set up interstellar taxi service”
“Step 2: Destroy competitors”
"Step 3: Create monopoly on space travel”
“Step 4: World is mine?”
Only the second step is ticked off.