The Red Bird

Chapter 16-The Red Bird Begins to Train

Back at the house...

"Have you found anything yet, Gladys?" I ask, poking my head around the corner and quickly turning back around just before a heavy looking metal object flies in front of my face.

"No! Just be patient!" she beeps angrily. "Or I'll throw more stuff at your head!" she adds.

I roll my eyes and bounce around, looking at everything in our garage. I still don't know why we have half of this stuff... We really need to clean up this place. 

"Aha!" Gladys says excitedly. "Here we go!" she rolls backward until she's in front of me. She's holding a jumbled mess of wires in her little hands. 

"Oh, thank goodness!" I say, studying the wires. "I thought I'd never be able to train unless I had a bunch of wires! Thanks, Gladys!"

Gladys huffs and replies, "This is for Scott so he can make you that robot thing he was talking about. While I don't condone beating up robots, I suppose it's for a good cause..."

"And he couldn't have just gotten wires from the huge workshop downstairs?"

"No, he said there weren't any."

"Out of all the things..." I say, shaking my head. "So why am I up here then?"

"I don't know," Gladys says, eyeing me suspiciously. "You just followed me in here."

"I did?" Why does that not surprise me? "Well then..." I say, turning away and out of the garage. I make my way to the stairs so I can maybe make myself useful in the lab.

I make my way through the dark and musty tunnel until I reach the lab. I see Scott scrambling around, never stopping for more than a second in one spot. He pauses to give me a small smile when I go inside, but then he quickly returns to his task.

"Whatcha doin'?" I ask, taking a seat on a counter.

"Trying to make that robot thing I was talking about," he says, not looking up.

"Oh..." I say, watching him for a moment before asking, "Anything I can help with?"

"You can sit there and look pretty," he says. "Emphasis on sit there, because it's out of the way,"

"Ouch," I say, mocking hurt. "At least I won't have to try too hard for the look pretty part," I say, striking a hopefully sassy pose on the counter.

He scoffs and continues his work.

"Are you saying I'm not pretty?!" I tease him.

"I would never," he replies, smiling to himself as he continues to race around the lab.

"Good. You better not..." I say. 

I get bored of the sitting and looking pretty, so I turn into a cat. It seems like everything's more exciting when I'm a cat... Who knows; maybe this time the lab will explode or something. That would be exciting...

I saunter in front of the pile of parts he's been scrounging up for the past who knows how many minutes and take a seat at the top.

On his way back over, he pauses before he dumps an armful of parts on me.

I meow and tilt my head, trying to look as cute and innocent as possible.

"Could you sit somewhere else?" he asks.

"I don't know what that means," I say, licking my paw.

He rolls his eyes and picks me up from the scruff of my neck and literally throws me onto the counter.