[ I don't claim ownership to Steam Powered Giraffe or Matter Mistress Bunny, or Matter Master David (though I have no idea if he is fanon or canon, but I'm paranoid, so just to be safe!). This is simply a long prompt fill. ]
The Spine had caught up with his sister. He extended his arm and caught her leg, causing her to fall, and grabbed the doll in the process. Then, stopping to let Steve down from his back, helped her up. She began giggling.
"Oh, I'm s-s-sorry, Steve Negrete, but I couldn't help it."
"Yeah." Steve rolled his eyes. "I think I'll go home. Lil' Steve will be safe there."
Soon as the S.O.U.N.D man said that, a fish hook dropped in front of him from the ceiling. It began to move to and fro, and looked as though it was trying to hook Lil' Steve. Big Steve, out of frustration, took the line and bit it off, the began muttering about how he tries so hard, or something of the like.
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"Looks like it's back to the drawing board." Hatchworth uttered.
"Not just yet." Peter said brightly, reeling in the broken line from the banister.
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"Lil' Steve and I are going home." He said with finality. The two robots asked if he wanted to be escorted to the front door. "Why would I need that?"
"Well, Hatchworth's probably spread the w-w-w-w-w-word by now. There's probably a bunch of-"
"Who else would be stupid enough to think Lil' Steve is a leprechaun?!" Steve snapped, already walking down the hallway. He turned a corner, the came back after a few minutes. Still getting lost in here; he did need some help to the front door.
So the silver and copper robots, and the human who held his yarn friend close, walked for some minutes. They passed Walter Girls and Walter Boys, and some of the other inhabitants, each time Steve felt their eyes fall upon his friend, and he told the robots this.
Personally The Spine and Rabbit thought they were staring because a grown man was clutching a yarn doll and speaking too it (for most of those in the Walter Manor didn't know how real Lil' Steve was), but they said nothing, except that he was becoming paranoid.
That was until Wanda Becile appeared, riding a scooter, and snatching Lil' Steve. After a struggle with the larger counterpart (who dragged behind her for some feet before she hit him with a newspaper), she sped off.
"Told ya Hatchworth spread the word." Rabbit said, looking at Steve's more-than-bewildered expression. "I told Petes not to give her a scooter for last-"
"I was just mugged by someone old enough to be my grandmother..."
"Well, Wanda's probably a bit older than that." The Spine corrected. "Old girl's still sprightly isn't she?"
When Steve didn't answer, the brother and sister robots gave each other an agreed look, and as before The Spine knelt down and retracted his spines. The S.O.U.N.D man didn't need an invitation, he climbed on and they ran the opposite way, a shortcut, for they knew where Miss Wanda was going.
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Peter the Sixth was nearly finished. He had dug up an old toy from his childhood. His father had built it for him, and it had been used to capture frogs, and birds, and so on. The appearance of an ordinary Jack-in-the-Box, until you turned the crank, and a robotic arm sprang forth, the end looking between a cross from a cage and hand.
A button on the side of the box was used for opening and closing the cage, and a switch for bringing the arm back into the box.
For how small Lil' Steve was, this was perfect. But, it needed a few...upgrades. Which proved to be not too difficult, just had to reinforce the wire in the cage, oil some of the gears, and fix the arm to where it extended more than thirty feet.
