Hey Phillip, does that mailman look familiar?
Phillip then whistles one of those whistles usually directed toward cute people.
Marble then shouts in realization, "Oh no, it's that fox. Full speed ahead!"
So what do you think it is Phillip?
Brains, it's got to be brains.
Gross! Why would it be brains? Anyway, mom said our uncle would be sending us a package!
For what?
To help us keep our creativity. He says his light bulb has burnt out and he doesn't want ours to.
What are you waiting for. Grab it!
What if it is brains?
I think we could smell it.
You're right!
What are you waiting for Marble? Open it!
But I smell something weird!
Oh, sorry. That was me. I burped.
Gross.



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