Oh, you're back in Fluesville.

I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you've already missed all the exciting stuff.

You see, I'm currently locking up the factory for the evening.

Well, since you're not even supposed to be here and nothing interesting is going on, you may as well leave.

Frankly, I can't wait to get out of here. There's a bubble bath, a good book, and a hot cup of tea waiting for me at home.

Jeez, it's been a long day.

You're still following me. All right, suit yourself.

I know it's hard to believe, but I'm really quite boring once the work day ends.

Well, except for that one time that...

Mr. Snoos, Mr. Snoos!

I was so close to that bubble bath.

We have a serious crisis on our hands.

Mr. Snoos, think flus you're still here.

Huh? What is it? Waffle. Marta. What's wrong?

It's an emergency.

A catastrophe?

A really bad thing.

Are the swoosh tubes backed up? Did the physomatic machine explode?

Spit it out already.

It's Norm. He... He... he... he... he... he stubbed his toe.

Uh, that's it?

What could be worse? A lot of things, actually.

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