“Maker Space, Jack. And the Princess said Bimbo should be coming along soon. She’s working on it, she said.”
“I-I don’t like it as much as the old treehouse, Fink. Not as much room. A-and I don’t have all my stuff.”
“Princess said she’s working on that too.”
“Like: Who’s that old f-ck suppose to be up on the mantel place.”
“Jack!” reprimanded Jack’s human bro and bestie Fink about the cussing, but then started wondering too as he also stared at the aged, bearded man in the photograph…
…. who, in turn, stared at two books from his framed existence, each containing a 1000 pictures of the world around them, this Our Second Lyfe that has suddenly become Their Second Lyfe as well. Orders of Pinky Gumm.
“I mean… I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, pheh,” then said resigned Jack, knowing the Princess had a plan. She always did.
(to be continued)
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