Finally, her hand closed around a fabric, its texture barely discernible from the surrounding foam. Valerie's grip tightened, and she pulled, attempting to extract the cloth from the machine's soggy grasp.
As she tugged, a tidal wave of foam surged out, threatening to engulf her. Valerie jumped back, her arm still buried in the machine.
Greg and Ruby watched, amused, as Valerie wrestled with the washing machine's contents. "Need help?" Greg asked, chuckling.
Valerie's reply was muffled, her attention focused on liberating the trapped laundry. "Do I ask?"
Greg smiled and waded into the foam, joining Valerie at the washing machine. Together, they tugged at the sodden clothes, slowly extracting them from the machine's grasp.
Ruby, eager to assist, floated the laundry basket to the scene, holding it steady against the tide of foam. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
