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Detective Poppy Priestley was hard at work writing down her report on her latest bust when Goob walked out of the precinct elevator and strolled up to Poppy rather with a big smile on his face.
"Hey, Poppy." Goob called out, Poppy turned around to see Goob approaching her holding a jar of lemonade.
"There's a place on the corner that's selling lemon and you get to keep the jar, it's pretty cool." Goob told Poppy before taking a sip.
Poppy stood up looking at the jar in excitement, barely holding back a grin.
"Yes, that's very cool indeed." Poppy agreed with Goob nodded along.
"Can you excuse me for one second?" The bubble detective asked Goob.
"Oh sure, go ahead." he tells Poppy she went as she went to gather her friends in the break room.
"Guys, guys, guys!" Poppy quietly said as she closed the door to the break room "Goob has a jar full of lemonade."
"Really, you called us here just to tell us that?" Sprout asked rather annoyed
"No, I called you here to change your lives!" Poppy told him excitedly, confusing the massive ghost, "for you see, a mere five minutes ago Scraps introduced me to her goldfish who lives in..."
"Gasps an identical mason jar!" Boxten finished Poppy's sentence in distraught
"Oh, this isn't going to end well." Connie said half sarcastically.
"There's two possible outcomes and we're going to bet which one is going to happen first," Poppy said, pausing a bit before she continued, "So, will Scraps put fish food in Goob's drink or will Goob drink Scrap's fish? Now you would think Goob would at least pay attention to which jar is-"
"Scraps just drank her own fish." Brusha nonchalantly interrupted Poppy as the soda bubble looked outside the window, seeing the Craftington sister did in fact eat her own pet fish.
"What? NOOOOOOOOO-"
Poppy was busy writing a statement of a snitch when her girlfriend, Brightney Lumine, finally arrived at the precinct holding a cup of coffee, looking more exhausted than usual.
"Brightney, You're two minutes late, I called all the emergency rooms." Poppy asked her girlfriend, half serious and half jokingly.
"I know, I went home from your place to shower and I got so tired that I fell asleep on the toilet." Brightney told her as she sat down on her desk across Poppy.
"But we went to bed so early, Property Brothers was over at ten," Poppy said before realising how lame that sounded and tried to correct herself, "I mean... Sex, we do it, she's tired from all the doing it."
"Who are you talking to?" Brightney asked.
"Precinct."
"Come on, Poppy..."
"Right, sorry." The bubble girl sheepishly apologises.
"No, I was up all night because your stupid, lumpy mattress is so uncomfortable..." The lamp tiredly admitted
"What, but I gave you the good lumps."
"Ugh, please don't talk to me until I'm finished eating my coffee." Brightney told her before taking a sip of coffee, not caring to fix her vocal mistake.
On a nearby desk, Connie sees the couple arguing and decides to mess with them for her own entertainment.
"Ooh, a lover's quarrel~" Connie said with a British accent.
Both Poppy and Brightney looked at the ghost
“No, I'm just tired...” Brightney told Connie rather sluggishly
“I didn't ask for your opinion.” Connie retorted while eating some chips.
“Don't fret, Bri, for I have the solution to all of your problems: highly potent liquid speed.” Poppy told her girlfriend
“Oh, you're gonna love that stuff.” the criminal, Cam, beside Poppy told her.
“Cam, We're cops, read the room.” Poppy reminded Cam where he was and he promptly shut up.
“But I know you'll be excited, because I busted Cam here with four vials of this stuff, which is a new drug called…”
“Taxi!” Brightney finished Poppy's sentence intrigued “you actually found some?”
“That's right, your CI was correct, it's popping up on the corners”
“Man, my snitches are the best, the key is to always send them handwritten thank you notes” Brightney told both Cam and Poppy.
“Oh, that's nice.” Cam offhandedly tells her.
Poppy just smiled at her girlfriend “So, what do you say? Shall we take this partnership from the sheets to the street?”
“Oh, our first case as a couple~” Brightney said excitingly.
“Why not?”
“But would Captain Timesly approve it? He does have a policy against couples working together.” Brightney questioned.
“Well, the only way to find out is to ask, right?” Poppy asked as she stood up and walked towards Dyle’s office, Brightney following suit.
“It's called Taxi because it's yellow and it takes you where you need to be.” Brightney explains to her captain as she gives him the vial to let him examine it.
“Drug dealers have gotten so creative these days,” Poppy jokingly reminisced, “it used to be Crack and now they'd be like "Hey, we got a new one, what are we called it” and they'll go ‘I don't know l, Crank?’”
“This is certainly worth following up on,” Dyle stoically tells the two detectives, “Lumine, take Gears with you and work the case.”
“Oh, but Poppy– I mean, Detective Priestley, brought in the prep, so–”
“Good point, Priestley and Gears can work the case.”
“Actually, sir,” Poppy interjects “I think we were kinda hoping we could work the case together.”
“Oh, are you two no longer–”
“Smashing?” The bubble detective interrupted.
“...Yes that's exactly how I was gonna finish my sentence.” Captain Dyle said with a very faint hint of sarcasm.
“Figured.”
“We are still dating” Brightney told her captain “it's all above board, HR gets daily updates and is BBC’d on all of our emails to each other.”
“That's why HR Looey keeps high-fiving me…” Poppy quietly said.
“As a rule, I don't put couples in the field together, but since you two are my best detectives, I will allow it...” The captain told them before adding, "just don't let any personal issues get in the way of your duties.”
“You have nothing to worry about, there's no personal issues between us, we've never even had a fight.” Poppy reassured her captain
“It's true” The lamp detective confirmed ”Our only close call was when Poppy didn't know who Will Shortz was”
“Really?” Dyle asked before glancing at Poppy “Never heard of the Puzzlemaster?”
Poppy just shook her head clueless.
“...This is who you want to be with?” Dyle questioned Brightney, who looked like she didn't know how to answer that question.
Realising that he may have overstepped, Captain Dyle decided to back off with:
“I shouldn't get involved, good luck with the case.” he said before giving the yellow vial to Brightney.
“Thank you.”
In the precinct's briefing room, Detective Poppy was pinning some key locations on a map when Detective Brightney approached the board.
"Hey." Poppy greeted her girlfriend.
"Hey." Brightney greeted her back.
"So I so marked all the corners where Taxi has been spotted on this map, you'll probably notice right away that it makes the shape of a boob." Poppy explained as she pointed towards the board, red pins are attached to a map that indeed looks like a boob with a picture of Cam on the side.
"This looks great, it confirms Cam's story, he says his dealer hangs out here... In the underboob." Brightney explained with Poppy nodding at that last part.
"He said he'll point him out to us, so you approach on foot from the south and me and Cam will be in an unmarked car here." The lamp detective tells her plan but...
"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, "me and Cam?" Didn't you mean Cam and I?" Poppy, for the first time in her life, actually managed to correct Brightney instead of the other way around.
"Oh, god..." Brightney is horrified by being corrected by Poppy of all people.
"I remember your grammar!" Poppy said excitedly before gasping, continuing with: "Are you so proud of me? Do I get a prize?? Oh! Do I get a kiss???"
"I'm just really tired, ok? Leave me alone." Brightney said, turning to the board.
"Don't you mean leave "I" alone? No, that one felt wrong, I guess we're equally bad at grammar." Poppy said, trying to correct Brightney again but predictably failed.
"I'm not bad at grammar, I'm exhausted because you refuse to get a new mattress!" Brightney angrily told her girlfriend, almost yelling at her.
"All right, then, why don't you just get a new back?" Poppy mockingly fired back, making Brightney drop her jaw in shock.
If Poppy is hiding her shame, then she's hiding it pretty well.
After a few moments, Poppy tried to backtrack, "I... Didn't mean that, we're not fighting, we can totally work together, we're fine."
"... Yeah, that wasn't a fight, that was just some sexy workplace banter." Brightney tries to convince herself that it wasn't a fight, that she was being seductive is all.
"Exactly, I mean, mattresses are also sexy cause that's where you do it." Poppy, being the unhinged weirdo bubble that she is, tried to reason (or gaslit) herself that it wasn't a fight, and...
"Yeah! And grammar is a system of language involving syntax and semantics, also sexy." Brightney seems to agree, even whisper that last one.
Poppy smiles, whether it's nervously or with reassurance, no one knows, as she nods to her girlfriend's words.
"... Okay, okay, okay, okay... The point is, we're good, right?" Poppy asked, with Brightney replying with a simple:
"Yeah."
In the streets of Atlantic Avenue, where Toons of all shapes and sizes walk to wherever they're planning to go, Detective Poppy Priestley is seen casually strolling through with a clipboard in hand, using an earpiece, she hears Brightney's voice clearly.
"All right, you're almost to the corner, you sure you're not going to get spotted?" Brightney question from a car with Cam in the back seat.
"Absolutely, my cover makes me invisible." Poppy whispers to the piece before calling out to a tiger toon, "Excuse me, ma'am, do you have two minutes to talk about the environment?"
The tiger toon immediately walked the other way, proving Poppy's statement.
"Nailed it, now no one will make eye contact with me." Poppy proudly proclaimed.
"I think it's cute, you're like an idealistic grad student." Brightney said on the radio with Cam on the lookout.
"Ah, you like that? You want me to tell you about the time that I backpacked through the Netherlands?" Poppy flirted, yes it may sound lame but Poppy knows her girlfriend well.
"Ooh, did you fold all your stuff up really small to fit into one carry-on?" The lamp detective asked excitedly.
"... Is that what you want me to have done?" Poppy asked back, unsure where to go from there.
Thankfully, Cam found a way to not make things awkward, as he pointed at someone and said:
"Hey, there's my dealer."
"Poppy, grey jacket, six o'clock." Brightney said as Poppy turned around, she spotted a sleazy looking coin toon walking towards her.
"Excuse me, sir, do you have two minutes to talk about the environment?" Poppy asked before dropping the clipboard and pulling out her handgun "NYPD, Freeze!"
Of course, the coin toon ran away and Poppy chased after him.
"We got a rabbit!" Poppy yelled at her piece.
"He's headed for the building." Brightney said as she got out of her car, Can merely just shrug and say:
"I'll just stay right here."
Poppy chased the drug dealer, both running towards a rather old looking building.
Brightney, pistol in hand, caught up with Poppy as both entered the building with their weapons drawn.
"All right, let's split up and meet around back." Poppy quickly said with her gun ready, flashlight in hand lighting the way.
Poppy continues down the hallway connected to the entrance while Brightney ascends up the stairs with her pistol aimed and ready to fire.
As she approached the corridor, Brightney spotted the coin toon attempting to enter a room, the lamp detective pointed her gun at him and yelled:
"NYPD, freeze!" The drug dealer, seeing another cop, ran off to the fire escape.
"Poppy, he's coming your way!" Brightney warns her girlfriend as she gives chase.
The coin toon hops down the stairs and runs to the entrance of the building, but Poppy appeared from the other staircase and tackled the drug dealer into an old and dirty mattress besides a heap of trash.
"Nice takedown." Brightney complemented her partner, before realising that the old mattress that Poppy tackled the drug dealer into looked similar to Poppy's own mattress, she couldn't quite hide her shock however, "Oh my god..."
"What?" Poppy questioned Brightney's shock, but...
"Nothing, nothing, let's just take this guy in." Brightney dodges the question and tries to continue with the mission.
"No, what is it?" Poppy pressed on, curious about what made Brightney shook.
"It's just... This mattress looks like your mattress at home." Brightney pointed out.
"What? No it doesn't," Poppy immediately countered...
"I mean, sure, there are a couple of similarities, but... Oh, man, it's the exact same one." ...Only to realise upon closer inspection that it indeed looks like her current mattress.
"Ugh! I have a dumpster mattress!" Poppy said in despair, "Okay, that settles it, we're going mattress shopping."
"Seriously? Oh, this is the best, I'm so proud of you." Brightney celebrated getting Poppy to buy a new mattress.
"You know, once we get it, we'll have to break it in." Brightney said in a seductive kind of way, with Poppy shooting her a playful glance.
"Oh, I hear what you're saying: mattress trampoline! Oh wait, you're talking about-"
"Can you two talk about this later?" Poppy was interrupted by the drug dealer still laying on the dirty mattress, "These disgusting smells are making my head hurt."
"Oh, sorry..." Poppy apologizes before lifting him up and carrying him to a police car.
After Poppy sent the coin toon to the precinct and switched out her disguise for her normal clothes, she and Brightney went to a mattress store, where tons of comfortable mattresses spread across the store.
Brightney sighed at the sight and said: "They're all so beautiful..."
"And they're all about to be tested... Bouncy style." Poppy said before we cut to a montage of them testing the mattresses, with Poppy jumping from one mattress to another while Brightney was actually testing how comfy they were laying on them.
Both of them were laying together with their hands held together.
"I love this mattress..." Brightney said almost to herself.
"And it loves having you in it." A rather bored female voice suddenly called out from seemingly out of nowhere.
"... God?" Poppy can't help but ask.
"Flattered, but it's Pia." Poppy turned to the source of the voice to see a pillow toon with eye bags holding her hands together.
"Oh..." Poppy merely said.
"And I'm obsessed (not really) with giving you a good night's sleep." Pia said, sounding close to falling asleep herself.
"Hello, Pia, I see you need to sleep in your own product, but I'll ignore that," Poppy said as she stands up, "How much to take this bad boy home?"
"Actually, that's one of our more reasonable models, quite decent if you asked me." Pia says while having her hands in her pockets, it looks like she would rather be anywhere else but here.
"Oh, holy Moses! That is way too much money." Poppy says as she looked at the price tag, uncomfortable at spending that much money on a mattress.
"Well, you spent twice that much for Mr.Met to come to your birthday party." Brightney called out her girlfriend's hypocrisy.
"Yeah, and it was worth it, Mr.Met used my bathroom, number two, that's a memory I will cherish forever." Poppy said while smiling, Brightney just looked confused.
"Look, mattresses are expensive but they're an investment, it's going to be in your life for a long time." Brightney explained.
"True, but it's also just a mattress, you know?" Poppy countered, tried to, anyways "It's a lot of money to spend on a rectangle that's filled with springs and goose hair."
"You know it's feathers..." Brightney said in a disappointing manner.
"I didn't." Poppy replied with a goofy grin.
"And it would be money well spent because it would allow me to actually sleep in your bed." Brightney continued her reasoning on why Poppy should get a mattress.
"But I already have a mattress, it just doesn't seem worth it." Poppy is still adamant about buying a mattress.
"... Okay, well, to me, it sounds like you're saying I'm not worth it, so I'm gonna go sleep in my grown-up mattress that I brought this century, and you're not invited." Brightney said before turning around and leaving, grabbing her stuff off the mattress on the way.
Pia, holding a clipboard watching the argument, decided to say something "You know, she's right about mattresses being an investment."
"You stay out of this." Poppy immediately told the pillow toon.
"Hey, I'm just trying to help you, don't blame me that you might just ruined your own relationship..." Before Poppy could say anything, Pia walked away, leaving the bubble detective alone in the mattress store.
The next day, Poppy arrives at her desk, Brightney has also arrived early as per usual, now looking more well-rested.
For a couple of awkward seconds, the two detectives didn't say anything until Poppy broke the ice.
"Morning." The bubble detective simply said.
Brightney just nodded at Poppy.
"You look well-rested." Poppy said, trying to ease the tension.
"Yes, because I slept in my own bed not brought from the 19th century." Brightney replied, Poppy could just nod at the shade being thrown at him.
"Man, Poppy told me about your fight and I hate having you two argue, do I have to buy the mattress myself to get you two to stop?" Boxten asked, having approached his best friend's desk.
"Problem solved." "No!"
Both Poppy and Brightney said at the same time.
"It would make him so much better to not have to hear us arguing over a mattress." Poppy points out, Boxten nodding in agreement.
However, their conversation were interrupted by Captain Dyle Timesly, Boxten returned to his own desk when seeing the captain approach.
"Good job on the bust yesterday." Dyle congratulated the two detectives regarding what happened yesterday.
"How was it, working together as a couple?" Dyle asked them.
"So good." "So great."
Both of them said at the same time.
"Yeah."
"Super mellow and chill."
"Yeah..."
"She slapped my butt once."
"Hm-hmm."
"We're definitely falling in love."
"All right..."
"Good, good, good," he says as he pulls out two photos, "we found something strange on the dealer you brought in, two matchbooks from the same hotel." Dyle informed Poppy and Brightney about what he found, Poppy stood up and took them from her captain's hand, getting a closer look at it.
"He's refusing to give up his supplier but this could be something of note." Captain Dyle said.
After a moment, Poppy says:
"That's weird, look at this, the same two matches are missing from both," She gives the photos to Brightney. "The third one on the bottom row and the fifth one from the top."
"Do you think it's a coincidence?" Asked the captain.
"No way, no one would take matches like that, trust me; I smoked four cigarettes back in college, one in completion." Poppy brags (I think?), "That has to be a code."
"A code? Exciting, I'll go get my pencil case." Dyle said, excited to crack a code (even if he doesn't show it), when suddenly...
"I bet it's a room number, third floor, fifth room, Room 305." ... Brightney figures it out after staying silent for a couple of minutes, halting Dyle and making him turn around.
"That's definitely it." Poppy says.
"... Great, great great," Captain Timesly said, hiding his disappointment with his usual stoic attitude,"Lumine has solved it."
Brightney just kinda looked at Dyle rather bashfully.
"I want you two to go undercover as a couple to stake out the room," The pocket watch captain instructed, "you should be very convincing, given that you're currently... What was it again? Smashing?"
"Great... And thank you for saying that, it made us both feel very comfortable." Poppy said, trying (and failing) to hide her discomfort.
"Sure did..." Brightney agrees with her girlfriend (not really).
After some time, the two undercover detectives arrived at the hotel, Brightney sat on the king size bed while Poppy was watching a laptop that was connected to a camera standing up.
"Poppy, why don't you just sit down?" Brightney patted the spot next to her to try to get Poppy to sit, but...
"No, thank you, I can see the feed better from here." Poppy refused.
"It's really comfortable." Brightney tried to persuade the bubble detective, and...
"All right, I'll sit." Poppy folds and goes to sit next to Brightney, she sighs as soon she sits down, only to stand back up.
"Nope, my butt hates expensive things." She went back to the laptop to continue watching.
"No, you know what your butt hates? Making any sort of sacrifice for us because it's not serious about this relationship." Brightney stood up and walked over to Poppy to give her a piece of her mind.
"Okay, first of all, my butt is so serious it should be wearing spectacles, and second, your butt is the butt that is not serious about this relationship." Poppy retaliated (although I wish they could use anything other than butt).
Brightney just scoffs and says:
"My butt is totally serious, I've made all kinds of changes, I even brought orange soda for you."
"Okay! For the last time, Orangina is not orange soda!" Poppy said, offended by the fact that those two are the same.
"Yeah! Because it's better." Brightney said.
"Okay, now you're just being crazy." Poppy laughed.
"Ugh, you're not even taking this argument seriously..." Brightney said in frustration.
"All right, you want to get serious? How come you haven't told your mom that we're dating." Poppy questioned her partner.
Brightney looked shocked at what she just said.
"Yeah, that's right, I saw the text she sent you about setting you up with some dude named Gary." Poppy told her about what she saw.
"You read my texts?" Brightney asked, feeling her privacy has been breached by her partner.
"It buzzed when you were in the bathroom, who doesn't bring their own with them into the bathroom? That's like the whole reason to go there." Poppy said, trying to defend herself.
"I haven't told her yet I haven't had the chance." Brightney
"What? You talk to her every week, you basically stalk her." Poppy points out.
"Why don't you just admit that you don't want to tell her about me?" Poppy asked.
"Poppy, it's not just about you, look, the minute I tell her that I'm dating someone, she's going to call all the time and ask me a million annoying questions." Brightney explains her reasoning for not telling her mom.
"Wow, that sounds like such a huge drag..." Poppy mocked Brightney's reason for not telling her mom, which only further frustrates the lamp detective.
"It is a drag because- oh no..." Brightney tells Poppy off but her tones change to worry, "No, no, no, this is not good..."
"What? What's not good?" Poppy asked, oblivious to what was happening.
"That." Brightney said as she turns Poppy around to the laptop.
It turns out that the arguing was heard by the supplier they were trying to arrest, after searching around a bit, the dealer found the camera and disabled it.
"... Crap." Was all Poppy could say.
Returning from the failed mission to arrest the dealer, both of them were instructed to go to talk to Captain Timesly one at a time.
After what felt like a decade, Brightney walked out of the office, signalling to Poppy that it was her turn to get a hearing.
"Your turn, Priestley." Brightney just muttered, walking past her without her a second thought.
"Thank you, Lumine." Poppy responded back.
Poppy entered the office and closed the door behind her, Captain Dyle Timesly is sitting in his chair not happy with what happened, his hand resting on his chin.
"Okay, I know you're mad, but before you say anything; yes, we screwed up, and yes, you warned us, and yes, I don't know where I'm going with this to be honest." Poppy said, trying to coax her captain.
Dyle straightened his posture and rested his hands together.
"Oh my god, did that work?" Poppy asked, surprised that something like that-
"Not at all."
... Nevermind.
"Of course." Poppy simply said, not surprised that he wasn't phased.
"I can't believe you let a personal argument derail the investigation." Dyle chastised.
"I would characterize it more as a professional police disagreement." Poppy tried to downplay the argument, keyword: "tried", because as Dyle puts it:
"I listened to the tape."
"Oh, no, yeah well, then you know that it was a straight-up crazy bitch fight." Poppy said with a nervous smile before her tone of voice becomes more sincere, "Look, I know we screwed up the case, and I'm sorry."
"But if it's any consolation, I think we also screwed up our relationship..." Poppy said in a depressed tone, saddened by the idea of potentially breaking up with Brightney.
"Priestley, have a seat." Captain Timesly told Poppy which she did.
"I believe this might help, when Roger first started dating, he taught at a small college upstate, it was two hours away by train or bus but only 30 minutes by car, neither of us owned a car and I want to buy one because that would mean admitting that I cared for Roger, he had the same fear, and so visits were rare and I was miserable because of it, then spring day, Roger showed up at my door, having recently purchased Brook, he took the leap and I'm so grateful that he did, I only regret that I didn't do it first." Dyle tells Poppy the story of Brook, before asking:
"Do you understand?"
"Absolutely, one hundred percent." Poppy said, nodding her head.
"The train is your old mattress."
"Yeah."
"The car is your new mattress."
"I got it."
"Roger is you." Omg Baba is You reference
"Mm-hmm."
"I'm Lumine."
"Loud and clear, one hundred percent." Poppy said, smiling at the advice.
Some time after being reprimanded by Captain Timesly, they were both sent back to the investigation.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Poppy and Brightney greeted each other in the car.
"What's up?" Brightney asked, her voice a bit softer than before.
"Two things; I ran the footage from the hotel through facial recognition software and got a match: Grady Lamont, a grape toon, this is his current address." Poppy informed Brightney of the new discovery, gesturing to the white apartment building.
"That's good, I guess." Brightney said.
"Yeah, it's six years old." Poppy casually threw out that bit of information.
"Well, druggies are lazy?" Brightney said, more of a question than a statement, really just trying to have optimism that this case goes well.
"He deals in uppers." Poppy unfortunately mentions the bad news.
"We're screwed..." Brightney simply said, with Poppy muttering a quick "yup" in agreement.
"What's the second thing?" Brightney asked.
"Well, the captain and I were bonding over some personal issues, just going back and forth," Poppy said, "I honestly think I helped him more than he helped me."
"I'm not buying any of that." Brightney said,not believing in what Poppy said.
"No." Poppy said, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.
"Brightney Lumine, I want to change mattresses for you." Poppy proposed to Brightney, making the lamp detective smile.
"That's the best thing I've ever heard." Brightney said, finally excited to get a new mattress.
"I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner, I think I was just scared that you were gonna realise you're way better than me," Poppy apologised, her voice quiet but sincere. "Like, you're Orangina and I'm orange soda..."
"Are you kidding? You're Orangina." Brightney tried to compliment her but...
"Ugh, don't say that." Poppy didn't really think it was good, making a disgusted face at that.
"Look, I was scared too, I'm going to call my mum tonight." Brightney told her partner.
"... Okay, let's buy this baby." Poppy said before pulling out her phone and going to a shopping website.
(I'm not writing the scene where Poppy goes online shopping)
While Poppy was busy trying to figure out how to buy a mattress, Brightney spotted who they were looking for; a grape toon searching the trash cans for something.
"Poppy, Poppy, there's our guy." Brightney said while lightly shaking her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Oh perfect timing." Poppy said before still trying to buy a mattress. (I'm still not writing the scene)
"Poppy!" Brightney said, trying to make her focus.
"Yup, we'll do this later, let's go!" Poppy stopped trying to buy a mattress and actually started doing her work
After managing to arrest Grady Lamont and bring him to the precinct, Poppy and Brightney decided to go to where they originally planned to buy a new mattress.
As they entered, the two detectives saw Pia with her foot up a desk and reading a magazine before the pillow toon saw Poppy and Brightney, where she went to sit normally, putting the magazine somewhere to the sides.
"Ah, welcome back, you guys here to argue again?" Pia asked, sarcasm dripping from her tongue.
"No actually, we're here to buy a new mattress." Poppy ignored the toon's sass and simply said why they came back, Pia looked smirked a little as she leaned on her hand.
"Oh, finally made up?" Pia asked in mock curiosity.
"Yes, and we-" Brightney began to say before getting cut off by Pia.
"Yea, yea, I don't really care, listen, there's a discount on most of our mattresses today, so you're lucky you're here before all of them are sold out." Pia lazily said, still looking bored as ever.
"Really?" Poppy asked.
"Of course, like your wife said, they're expensive but they're an investment, so having a discounted mattress is basically saving money." Pia said in a tired voice.
"Wife? Ummmm... We're not actually married yet..." Poppy said embarrassedly, her cheek slightly glowed pink.
"Yeah, yeah, you guys are adorable, just go find something you like, I'll get the papers ready..." Pia said before she went to the back of the store.
The two detectives went and tested the mattress like they did when they first tried to buy a mattress before, they settled on a nice king-size mattress.
Signing the paperwork with Pia was incredibly boring (beside Brightney, who was the one who signed the paper), but now they have a mattress ordered and delivered to their home.