Tennis Ball was reading a book, trying to get his mind at ease. Pillow then sat next to him, small springs jetted out of her plush body, TB noticed it.
"Hey, Pillow.. W-what's with the springs...?" TB asked. "Oh, I just helped you out, that's all!" Pillow answered vaguely.
"W-... What do you mean..?" TB asked once more. "I got clock in your lab, I accidentally hit him to hard with the metal bat, now there's small screws and cogs in some places..." Pillow answered, in her innocent voice.
TB didn't know what to say at first, but all he could do is smile slightly. "T-thanks.."
"No problem!" Pillow responded as she skipped away.
Tennis Ball entered his lab, seeing Clock strapped down on the table, still unconscious.
TB touched his clock hands, causing him to wake up in a shock. "Don't you ticking dare touch my clock hands!!" He yelled, he tried to smack him away, but he's stuck and trapped.
". . . TB? What is this..?".
TB said nothing as he grabbed a hammer from his toolkit.
" T-. . . Tennis B-ball...?"
TB was going to smash him open.
"TENNIS BALL!!??!"
With one swing of a hammer... *CRASH*
Cogs, springs, and screws flew around the room. When TB withdrawals the hammer, he was surprised that the core wasn't damaged.
As he cleaned up Clock's remains into the scrap pile, he wondered what properties Clock's core had.
Once he was done, he placed Clock's core along with the others and exited the lab.
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