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[So, Numbuh 4's getting bored. The tree house is up, and despite that, there hasn't really been much "adult tyranny" occurring in town. But, if that doesn't happen, then nothing will get done. Even worse, he'll get rusty and old. So, it was time for him to come up with a little makeshift punching bag.
Using the drone mom's clothesline outside, a hanger, a large bag of flour, a balloon, and a pair of Vince's pants, he's able to put together... something. It doesn't look much like a grown up hanging there, but it's the best he could do. He's not the 2x4 technician around here.
So he immediately puts up his dukes, as if it really WAS a real adult. He circles it for a moment before punching it right in the center! And spilling the flour. Over him. He coughs, sighing before--]
...aw crud. [And so now, Wally is covered in flour. Hooray!]
Using the drone mom's clothesline outside, a hanger, a large bag of flour, a balloon, and a pair of Vince's pants, he's able to put together... something. It doesn't look much like a grown up hanging there, but it's the best he could do. He's not the 2x4 technician around here.
So he immediately puts up his dukes, as if it really WAS a real adult. He circles it for a moment before punching it right in the center! And spilling the flour. Over him. He coughs, sighing before--]
...aw crud. [And so now, Wally is covered in flour. Hooray!]