Toronto, Canada, January 26th and Jan 29th 1935
Dear journal,
Miss Squirrel's offering to teach me how to box today, since I have a lot of free time around the lair...
"Okay now just put your feet like this and keep your weight on the balls of your feet, Short Pants."
"Kay." Obediently Tyler did so moving closer to the punching bag set up on a spring and looking towards the fearless fighting female for further guidance.
"Awright now just lean forward and give that punching bag a good left jab."
-phunt!- -sproooong- "Hey I-"
-grooonk- -thunt!- -thump-
Tyler looked at the punching bag on his butt, bewildered with a glove-covered hand going to his right eye.
"Uhh..Boss? We got any icepacks?"
Dear journal,
I've been here over two weeks now. I miss TV and books so much right now. I caught myself wishing Cecil or even Zodon were here.
So far no luck on the coaster portal working yet, but they keep saying give it time.
Meanwhile I've been exploring the Lair and some of the caves whenever Miss Squirrel and Mr. Red Panda have both been out. So far nothing much except for some tubes and the workshop, which has a lot of gizmos and other things in it that might be interesting later.
Soon as they're out I'm going to take a flashlight and start exploring the caverns and tunnels.
Tyler, while being very well-behaved and trustworthy for a child his age and size, does have limits to his patience and his ability to put up with the same routine day after day. After the moment he doesn't hear either of the masked do-gooders talking in the lair or in any space where the sounds would carry to it. Scooping up his backpack he started along one of the tunnels to see where it'd come out.
Miss Squirrel's offering to teach me how to box today, since I have a lot of free time around the lair...
"Okay now just put your feet like this and keep your weight on the balls of your feet, Short Pants."
"Kay." Obediently Tyler did so moving closer to the punching bag set up on a spring and looking towards the fearless fighting female for further guidance.
"Awright now just lean forward and give that punching bag a good left jab."
-phunt!- -sproooong- "Hey I-"
-grooonk- -thunt!- -thump-
Tyler looked at the punching bag on his butt, bewildered with a glove-covered hand going to his right eye.
"Uhh..Boss? We got any icepacks?"
Dear journal,
I've been here over two weeks now. I miss TV and books so much right now. I caught myself wishing Cecil or even Zodon were here.
So far no luck on the coaster portal working yet, but they keep saying give it time.
Meanwhile I've been exploring the Lair and some of the caves whenever Miss Squirrel and Mr. Red Panda have both been out. So far nothing much except for some tubes and the workshop, which has a lot of gizmos and other things in it that might be interesting later.
Soon as they're out I'm going to take a flashlight and start exploring the caverns and tunnels.
Tyler, while being very well-behaved and trustworthy for a child his age and size, does have limits to his patience and his ability to put up with the same routine day after day. After the moment he doesn't hear either of the masked do-gooders talking in the lair or in any space where the sounds would carry to it. Scooping up his backpack he started along one of the tunnels to see where it'd come out.