fandomtownies | The Park- Tuesday Morning

It only took about five attempts to remove the Santa hat Dwight found himself wearing when he woke up before he just accepted it. It was a hat day on the island evidently. And you know what? Compared to the other stuff he had seen in Haven and here on the island, he would gladly take annoying hats over something more... problematic. Though, the hat did look a bit ridiculous as it was a bit too small for someone of his stature...

After taking care of the usual morning chores and making sure the shop downstairs was still locked up - just in case any horses from yesterday were still roaming around the island- he headed off towards the park. Snoopy was all ready to go in his new harness and as they headed out, Dwight grabbed the bag of treats off the counter and put it in his pocket. He had to laugh as they made their way to the park, the tiny pup stopping now and then to bark at one of the squirrels that got too close and to shake his head to try and get the tiny Santa hat off.

Once at the Park, Dwight waited with somewhat baited breath to see how Snoopy and the flamingos would get along. So far... was just a back a forth of a curious bark and an annoyed squawk now and then.

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"So," said Amaya, who may have made a small detour when she spotted a familiar little pup and his not-so-little caretaker in the park while out running an errand or two after her class, "not even the dog was safe from this one, huh?"

She gave a pointed adjustment to her own hat, and wondered if she'd somehow missed tiny little hats on the lobsters earlier before she left.

Dwight gave a wave as Amaya walked over and nodded.

"Yeah, little guy isn't quite sure what to make of it. Admittedly, neither am I...." he said as he gave his a slight tug.

At that moment the ball Snoopy had been playing with suddenly lost interest as he caught sight of of Amaya and cam bounding over with a squeak-bark of excitement.

"I think he remembers you" Dwight said with a grin.

"Either that," said Amaya, "or he at least just finds me more interesting than a ball or a flamingo."

Whichever it may be, she met the excitable pup by crouching down, setting aside her bags with a hand ready to deliver a few chin scratches.

And, while she was at it, experimentally, she went to pluck the hat off Snoopy's head with the other hand. Only to have another one pop dutifully into place a moment later, and she shook her head.

Still, she just had to see if it really was the island and not Dwight. The man brought people stuffed lobsters; you couldn't convince her that he wasn't the type to also put hats on dogs!

Not that it was a bad thing; it suited the pup quite nicely.

"Even so, being more interesting than the flamingos is a high praise from him I'd say. He's been quite fascinated with them all morning."

Dwight watched them for a moment. he was glad they seemed to get along well. That was a good thing... really, it would be awkward if the pup ended up not liking one of his friends, but especially so if it had happened to be Amaya. But thankfully, that didn't seem to have to be something he was worried about.

"So how were classes today? Semester's just about over. Got a soul-crushing final for them planned?"

What? He remembered what it was like being a student and how final's week could be at times.

Oh, finals week was usually plenty stressful for a Fandom High student....just not exactly in the same ways as for other students at quote-unquote 'normal schools'!

But the question made Amaya grin a bit, because she was always pretty pleased with her shop class finals, gave the dog another good pat or two, and stood back up.

"You ever hear," she offered, by way of response, "of a man named Rube Goldberg?"

She spoke it like one might recall the name of some great legendary hero, because, well, as far as she was concerned, he may as well have been.

"Ah yes. Of course" Dwight ginned at Amaya. "Don't think there could be a better final for a shop class like yours than making Rub Goldberg Machines!"

He paused a moment before giving Amaya a somewhat concerned look.

"Just hope you are ready for the potential mess and destruction. The one time I tried to make one when I was younger ended up with toothpaste all over the place and several broken glasses."

"Truth be told," Amaya snorted with a grin, "I'd be disappointed if there wasn't at least a little mess and destruction.

"And now I've also got to ask: was the machine related to getting toothpaste out of the tube, or was that just a particularly messy cog in the greater machine?"

"Oh, the end result was supposed to be getting toothpaste out of the tube and onto the toothbrush..." Dwight said with a chuckle. "Key phrase there... supposed to."

Oh that was a good attempt on his part though, even if things didnt quite go as planned.

"It went good right to the end. I hadn't thought things through and I used a billiard ball from our pool table. At the end it dropped off a ledge and was supposed to fall onto the tub and squeeze out some toothpaste."

Dwight paused a moment and saw the anticipated look Amaya gave and he continued with a grin.

"Turns out I miscalculated and when it fell, the ball landed so hard it shot out the toothpaste like a missle. Minty green toothpaste EVERYWHERE and the ball hit so hard it also bounced and ended up cracking several of my old man's beer mugs when it did. So yeah.... not quite a success. And needless to say I was banned from ever trying to make something like that again."

"I would have loved to have seen the finer details on that particular scheme," Amaya admitted, with an almost envious shine in her blue eyes, "but, yeah, that's a problem that requires a bit more...finesse. A way to roll the ball over the tube rather than just squash it, I should say! Or, better yet," oh no, she was having ideas, "you take some sort of rod or pencil or the like," and now there were gestures to support these ideas, "and you wrap bottom of the tube 'round it, like so, then attach it to a string or a rubber band of sorts, attached to the ball, so that when it really gets rolling, it pulled the rod with it it to roll the bottom up enough to push some more toothpaste out, and...voila. Not only are you pasting your brush, but you're doing it from the bottom of the tube, as is only right and proper."

The Park- Tuesday Morning

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