Who let you in here?

I feel like we've talked about this 700 times.

Fluesville is a secret.

And yet you keep coming back.

You keep hearing more and more about what's going on under Flugerville.

You do realise every secret you hear means you have to be even more careful.

Tell no one. We're all counting on you.

This seems like a terrible idea to me, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Because you keep showing up. Well, since you're here, you might as well know.

My pencil has gotten very small.

Have you ever had a really small pencil?

And the eraser is basically gone, so that the metal part rips the paper you've been working on all day. I know the feeling.

My pencil is about the size of your tiniest toe at this point.

Then now the last little bit of lead broke off.

Well, this is just great.

And I have all these reports to fill out. What a disaster.

Mm-hmm,

Mr. Snoos,

I couldn't help it over

here about all your pencil problems.

Awful! Aren't you

supposed to be searching the bottom

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