07 - This is Only a Tiny Setback
[Phone - Morning]
Haah... there! Finally! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get to the telephone when you've spent your entire morning shrinking and are now about the size of an action figure?!
...
Well, alright, I'm willing to guess that quite a few of you out there understand what I am going through. It is that kind of week.
[Doofenshmirtz sighs.]
Other than an informal poll on how many of us are having height issues... er, I make no promises on how functional the bakery will be today, if the rest of the employees are feeling a bit small, too. You have been warned. And I will point out that you can live for a day without cake. Suck it up.
[Action A - Around Town, mid-day]
[Necessity is the mother of invention, and being this short has necessitated that Doofenshmirtz swipe Barton's tinker toys and assemble them, along with a few other household objects, into something of a protective mech-walker. His intent was to give himself some height, some visibility, and a little protection from the dangers of Mayfield.
It makes him about a foot and a half tall rather than itty bitty. It's something.]
You! You, clear through! Out of the way!
[Also? He managed to rig up a teeny little voice amplifier. It's hard to make a lot of noise when you're that short.]
[Action B - Around Town, late day]
[Oh dear. Doof has suffered a breakdown. One of the tinker-toy joints has come unjointed, and he is struggling valiantly to get it back into place.]
Blast it! And drat it! And damn it, too! Get... get in... ARRRGH!
[Although he occasionally stops to look around and make sure a pigeon or cat won't try to eat him. He was dreadfully, dreadfully itty-bitty. It would be just his luck.]
Haah... there! Finally! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get to the telephone when you've spent your entire morning shrinking and are now about the size of an action figure?!
...
Well, alright, I'm willing to guess that quite a few of you out there understand what I am going through. It is that kind of week.
[Doofenshmirtz sighs.]
Other than an informal poll on how many of us are having height issues... er, I make no promises on how functional the bakery will be today, if the rest of the employees are feeling a bit small, too. You have been warned. And I will point out that you can live for a day without cake. Suck it up.
[Action A - Around Town, mid-day]
[Necessity is the mother of invention, and being this short has necessitated that Doofenshmirtz swipe Barton's tinker toys and assemble them, along with a few other household objects, into something of a protective mech-walker. His intent was to give himself some height, some visibility, and a little protection from the dangers of Mayfield.
It makes him about a foot and a half tall rather than itty bitty. It's something.]
You! You, clear through! Out of the way!
[Also? He managed to rig up a teeny little voice amplifier. It's hard to make a lot of noise when you're that short.]
[Action B - Around Town, late day]
[Oh dear. Doof has suffered a breakdown. One of the tinker-toy joints has come unjointed, and he is struggling valiantly to get it back into place.]
Blast it! And drat it! And damn it, too! Get... get in... ARRRGH!
[Although he occasionally stops to look around and make sure a pigeon or cat won't try to eat him. He was dreadfully, dreadfully itty-bitty. It would be just his luck.]