"Thank you, Master; but…..where's the Mic?"
"What's a Mic?"
"We'll make it work.
Tablet."
"I don't know what a Mic is, but that's no mic."
"Stand by me, Frostwing. Maybe you can help me boost the range."
"What are you doing?"
"Showing why you need animals.
*Beep*
Good morning people of Nightterra. My name is Jacklyn, and yes..…I am speaking out of the voice of your pet Dogs, and pet Fish. Thank you for allowing us to visit your beautiful yet unusual Planet, and for allowing us sanctuary. You are too kind. Now, you may not be able to see me, but....."
"Jacklyn, it's like a phone. You can call while surfing.
*Click….click…..*
Upload Snowglobe. And....send."
"Thanks, Darius.
If you can see a Hologram of this Snowglobe your Pet is holding, then we can talk.
This Snowglobe....is the future. The future for all Nighttera, and we want to help you make it possible. Out of the box, and without socks. If you want to feel the cold, step outside and we'll make it go."
"You want us to abandon our sleep? Sleep on your planet may be death, but for us it is life."
"Darius, can you make the Animals blow snow?"
"Sorry. Just like you, they can make no solids. Just walk and talk. You need the Big Computer to do more."
"Shoot.
Thanks anyways.
Well, if you want to learn more; you know where to find us.
....End call."
"Jacklyn, you can't just leave them on a hanger. Tell them what they can do."
"Then that misses the point. Telling a Kid that if they do something wrong, they have to write a sentence on the board; turns into a boring, mundane task where the lesson will slowly be missed. They will just get in trouble, write 'I am sorry', but feel nothing by it, for they have done it before. I like the Kids who randomly come into class with a Bouquet of Flowers because yes...I know they did something wrong and are trying to bribe me back, but secondly, because they came to me on their own accord. I didn't force them to do anything.
So, if your people want change; they heard our Message. Now it's time to see who's willing to step forward."
"Where are you going?"
"To set up."
"Setup what?"
"You're gonna have to find us to see.
We're going to go look around a bit. If that's okay with you?"
"I...I'd rather you have Patrol with you. You are our Guests, after all."
"Exactly. Guests. We are not Dolls, and we are not Toys. How can we aid the needs of the Locals.....if we don't know the needs of the Locals?"
"Bye, Master."
"Bye Master."
"Bye, Master."
"Bye, Master."
"........Bye, Master."
"Ummmm….ok. Byeee."
"Jacklyn, how are we going to blend in with the Locals and learn their ways, if all we do is stand out?"
"Then don't stand out."
"We may be able to change our clothes, but we are not big…."
"Nor are we hairy."
"But to them, we do look scary."
*BOO*
"Aaaaaaaagghhhhh!!!"
"You girls look lost. Mind if I help you....find your way."
"It's a WhereBear, in full Morph. Quick, get him into more sunlight so that he can transform back."
"I don't think so.
Boys….push them in here."
"Wait. Wait. You don't want to eat us. We aren't fatty at all."
"Yeaaa. Not fatty whatsoever."
"So get your hands off of us and stop…"
*Push*
"Pushing us.
*Whack*
Hands off down there, Chubby Cheeks.
What's the meaning of this?"
"Master may have led you to this Planet, but has He shown you...… this planet?
It's high time I feel you get the Royal treatment. The way it ought to be. Follow me."