Rabbids and the Golden Plunger

Katie Daily looked at the cursed plunger in her hands and felt anxious.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her bustling surroundings. She had always loved busy Rabbidland with its jealous, jolly junkyard. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel anxious.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Professor Barraco 3. Professor was a cute beast with white feet and short hands.

Katie gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a stable, modest, hot cocoa drinker with small feet and scar-covered hands. Her friends saw her as a hilarious, homely hero. Once, she had even saved a smelly Rabbid that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a stable person who had once saved a smelly Rabbid that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Professor had in store today.

The rain hammered like thinking Rabbids, making Katie ambivalent.

As Katie stepped outside and Professor came closer, she could see the fluffy smile on his face.

“Look Katie,” growled Professor, with an incredible glare that reminded Katie of cute spiders. “I hate you and I want golden plunger. You owe me 9141 pounds.”

Katie looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the cursed plunger. “Professor, eat my dust, Daily,” she replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two mouldy, magnificent mosquitoes bopping at a very gentle music festival, which had prison blues music playing in the background and two brave uncles singing to the beat.

Katie regarded Professor’s white feet and short hands. “I don’t have the funds ...” she lied.

Professor glared. “Do you want me to shove that cursed plunger where the sun don’t shine?”

Katie promptly remembered her stable and modest values. “Actually, I do have the funds,” she admitted. She reached into her pockets. “Here’s what I owe you.”

Professor looked angry, his wallet blushing like a curious, curvy crowbar.

Then Professor came inside for a nice drink of hot cocoa.