Oh, it's you again. I don't know why you keep showing up in Flusville. Who let this kid in here?

Oh, it was authorized by the management. Okay. Wait a minute. I'm the management.

Did I authorise this?

Oh, I did.

I don't remember doing that.

Either way you're here and I can't stop you from discovering even more secrets about Fluesville that no one should know.

I know we've talked about this before, but keep it secret.

If the rest of the world discovers us hiding under Flugerville, making Fisbars,

we'll have visitors coming out of our ears.

We'd never get anything done around here.

Ah, moving on.

I recently sent Waffle and Martha the two least useful fizzies in Flusville, to get me a car tire.

Why might you ask, would I need a car tire?

Honestly, I have no use for a car tire.

I just wanted to get rid of him so we could get some work done.

Unfortunately, they've just returned. And now, they're walking over here to bother me.

What a time we had in Flugerville. I love that place.

Flugerville is the best. A close second to Fluesville for sure.

Did you bring me a car tire like I asked? By the way, you left two weeks ago? I thought it would take you longer. We were very efficient. Show him the car tire we found Waffle.

It's probably the best car tire I've ever seen.

We stored it in your pouch, remember?

Oh, right.

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