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[2brickstogether]

A table is piled high with flowers.

Standing over this pile of flowers, which is probably piled, oh, suspender-high, is Mr. Gumby, blinking at the array.

There's order to be found in this inviting chaos. Whether you choose to contribute or destroy it is entirely up to you. Either way, though, somebody's getting some nicely-arranged flowers out of

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[viceriddengnome]

"But are they for a lady?"

Minding his own business? What?

[2brickstogether]

A voice!

Gumby jumps, startled. No one is in sight. He brandishes a cluster of marigolds and irises. "Hello?"

[viceriddengnome]

"They're very lovely flowers, sir," Toulouse calls out from his lovely low position, "I did ask, who are they for?"

[2brickstogether]

After a good deal of searching, Gumby locates the source.

Huh. Tetchy little fellow. Clearly needs a good pair of boots. Or perhaps some bricks to stand on.

He looks at the flowers in his hand. "They're... for arranging."

[mysterious_seed]

Flowers? Oooh. Wherever did they come from? Bulbasaur ambles over.

"Saur saur?" it asks.

[2brickstogether]

Gumby can only focus on one stimulus at a time.

Right now, it's the chrysanthemums.

Lovely flowers, chrysanthemums. So much fun to say. A challenge, though. "Cris... anth... them... ums..." he mutters, not really looking around him.

[mysterious_seed]

Yes, quite lovely, though those in hand will probably need water soon. The pokémon hops up on a nearby chair and props its front feet on the table to get a better look at the flowers. Nodding approvingly at the selection, it reaches out a slender, whiplike vine and grasps a stalk of snapdragons, which it holds up to the man's chrysanthemums for comparison.

"Saursaur bulba, bulbasaur." the creature suggests.

[2brickstogether]

Flowers don't need to drink. That's ridiculous! Anyway, what more can they want, once they've been nicely arranged by a sensitive professional?

Gumby peers at the critter.

He blinks at it, rather studiously.

He stares at the thing on its back.

"Are you one of my missing flowers?" he posits.

[95_tan]

"Aaaa! Kirei!" comments a rather small woman in a kimono, "Ikebana ga suki?"

[2brickstogether]

When you make strange noises near Gumby, one of two things can happen.

1) He looks at the sky, befuddled, until something else catches his attention.
2) He goes into WARP-NINE FLAIL MODE, roaring and thrashing and jumping around.

The second option comes to pass presently.

[95_tan]

"Kyaaa!" She immediately leaps back, staring in terror. "Nani yo?!"

[2brickstogether]

"Woaaaaaaaar!" he replies in kind.

[2brickstogether]

Gumby's eyebrows shoot up.

Murder? Where? He turns around frantically, before it occurs to him that he's being addressed, and not warned. He faces the Very Red Person again.

"I'm arranging them!" he explains, gesturing expansively at the mess of ravaged plants on the table.

[2brickstogether]

"What?"

Arranging? That's what you get for hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the manufactured artistry and conformist tyranny of our society!

Wait, sorry, wrong Michael Palin. Gumby examines the flowers again. "Into arrangements!"