Ranting with the Sanses

Furbies

This was a peaceful morning... well, as peaceful as the morning in this weird mansion could be.

The Sanses went to eat their breakfast and froze, staring at the table.

Red : What the funk ?

Ink : Oh ! Aren't those things called Furbies ?

The differents Dream have taken a few step back. It may be a toy, but this still very much look like owls.

Dream : Why is there so many ?

Ink : Hm, this is weird... I feel like I am forgeting something important about furbies... What could it be...?

Kathleen : Why are you all standing in front of the door ?

Phoenix : Ah, Kathleen. Did a Creator gift us with Furbies ? There is a pile of them on the table.

Kathleen : Furbies ? Like... those owls like plush toy ?

All : Yes.

Kathleen : ... Is Fresh here ?

They look around.

Red : Huh. Weird, since I was censored, I thought he was here, but I don't see him...

Kathleen : ... So, no Fresh. But an army of Furbies ?

All : Yes ?

Kathleen : OUT OF THE HOUSE !!!! NOW !!

She throws everyone out and hide with them.

All : Ouch !

Error : What the hell is wrong with...

The mansion exploded.

Error : you ?

Ink : Oh, yeah ! I just remembered !

Everyone turn toward Ink.

Ink : Fresh fights using a whiffle bat AND explosive furbies.

Kathleen : Yup. That was close. Where is the 90s nightmare anyway ?

Error : I dunno, but when I find him...

Zero : So, where are we living, now that the mansion blew up ?

Ink : We can just make a new one !

Kathleen : While this could be a good idea, I am just going to reverse the time of the building, ok ?

Paint : Too bad, this could have been the occasion to make the mansion bigger.

Kathleen : Why would I make it bigger ? It's big enough as it is, and I enjoy forcing you all to share room.

Zephyr : I am glad I am sleeping with you, dear nephew.

Tam : So am I.

Kathleen : And... I guess the punishment for Fresh blowing up the house and my notes will be that I will undo his censuring ability for a while. So, Red, Error. Swear as much as you want in front of him, when he gets captured.

The two involved make eye contact and have an handshake to symbolise their temporary truce.

Error : I will stop stealing your chocolate for a while.

Ink : Welp, Fresh is not going to like it.

Say the gremlin with a wide smile.

Jill : Speaking of Furbies. Kath, I found your old furbie.

Kathleen : Oh, where was it ?

Jill : The attic, collecting dust.

Kathleen : Obviously.

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I hope this answered your question about the Furbies and why they are really seen.

Apparently, Fresh keeps them in a fanny pack, most of the time.