Room 429, Saturday Evening

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It had been a long day, and Reno had gotten permission to beat people up for candy, which meant that Deadpool was the coolest adult ever. But, as really cool days tended to go, there was always a time when wee Renos had to retire to their bedrooms again, in order to pull on their pyjamas and get ready for be-

"WEASEL! WEASEL WEASEL WEASEL!!!"

Maybe not get ready for bed so much. There was a time when wee Renos had to harass the poor ferret, instead.

Honk!

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Ed came over and crouched down, peering into the cage. "Come on, weasel. We only want to play!"

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Mako honked and hunkered down closer to the corner of the cage. Crazy people! Little crazy people!

Reno was not to be deterred, however, and he crawled on top of the cage and finally managed to fish the poor thing out, grabbing onto one of his legs and dragging Mako a bit before grabbing on.

"Got him!"

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"He's very squirmy. But you have to be careful, because weasels bite!" Ed proclaimed. "Honk honk honker-honk?" he asked Mako, trying to communicate.

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Squirm! Get away! Must get free! Mako writhed and wriggled and squirmed some more, until Reno put him down on the top of the cage, shutting the cage behind him. Darn. So much for that-- Ooooh. The other crazy kid was talking to him!

His accent was a little off. Mako was going to have to bounce around and honk!!! in order to show him how to properly say... whatever it was he was saying.

Reno fell into a hush, staring at the ferret.

"He's talkin' with you!"

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Edmund's eyes widened. "I didn't expect that to work! I was making things up. I don't really speak weasel." He cleared his throat and tried again. "Honk honk honk?"

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Honk!

That honk was mostly because Reno was still holding on to his tail, but what the wee crazy people didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right?

"I wonder what you're sayin' to him," Reno asked in a hush, staring in awe. Communication! It was amazing!

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"Honk, I think. I hope I don't insult his mother. I wonder if I think really hard about what I want to say, and then try to say it in weasel, he might understand me!" Edmund concentrated very hard on wanting the weasel to nod its head. "Honk honk honk honk?"

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Mako was not nodding his head. Mako was jumping up and down as best as possible from on top of the cage, trying to get free. And then he managed to wriggle his way out of Reno's grasp, and that was that. Off like a rocket he went... Toward the edge of the cage. Where he stopped, and then stared at the floor.

"Maybe you ain't honkin' right," Reno asked, squinting and leaning close. "Or did you want him to do that?"

HONK.

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"No, I don't think so," Edmund replied uncertainly. "You try if you think you can do it good!"

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Reno thought for a moment, and then he mustered up every ounce of honking power he had and he let one loose.

"HONK!"

Mako did nothing. Well. That wasn't entirely true. Mako kind of stood there, staring. What the heck.

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"I think you might have scared him," Edmund said after a moment. "You don't have to be so loud!"

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"Oh..." Reno leaned over and inspected Mako for a moment, and then he tried again, in a whisper. "Honk?"

Mako, by this point, was looking for a way down from the top of the cage. Freedom? Freeeeeeeeeeeeedom?

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"That's better. Maybe we should give him some food? Weasels like food. It says so in my books."

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Ooooh. That was a good idea!

Reno thought on that for a moment, and then blinked up at Edmund. "What kinda food do weasels like?"

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Edmund didn't like to look like he didn't know what he was talking about, but he didn't have his books here, so he made something up. "Jam sandwiches."

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"Everyone likes jam sammiches," Reno agreed, reaching out to pick up the ferret again. "I bet weasels like 'em with extra jam! So they're all sticky and sweet!"

That was, after all, how Reno liked them.

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"Of course they do!" Ed approved. "Where can we get jam sandwiches from?"

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"Ummmmmm." That was a good question. "I bet we could phone someone for delivery or somethin' like that!"

Did Pizza Planet deliver jam sandwiches?

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"I've never used the telephone before. I'm not allowed."

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"I can use it!" That was a wee Reno that just blurred on by, squeezing on to the ferret with one arm while he picked up the phone and started hitting numbers. "Who do we wanna call?"

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"Ummmmmmm," Edmund made a long, drawn out noise while he tried to think of somewhere. "The jam sandwich shop!" It existed in his head.

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Good enough! Reno mashed a few more random numbers, and then he grinned.

"It's ringing," he reported.

Mako honked. It was a woeful honk.

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Ed shuffled in closer, trying to listen to the phone as well. "Is anyone there?" he whispered. "Who's speaking?"

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Reno wrinkled his nose and made a face.

"It's the hopperator," he said. "Tellin' me that the number I dialed is broken, yo."

It was the number's fault. And that was why he had to smack a few of the numbers on the phone until a real person picked up.

"I want jam sammiches," he announced.

This was going to go well.

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"Three please!" Edmund added a little louder than he should have been. "With the crusts cut off!"