Zippy melenggang masuk ke dapur sihirnya. Ketika lampu menyala secara otomatis, ia berhenti di ambang pintu, dan langsung berteriak,“I told you to never ever touch anything in my lab!”
“I didn't! I swear!” Sebuah kepala berambut kribo menjulur dari lubang loteng, sambil menuliskan sesuatu di atas kertas. Setelah itu menghilang.
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“OK, please…”
"The fumes from the bubbles are the weirdest babble…For it's the pebbles that stipple steadfast cobbles…The chores for the horses are the nails hits for the pros…But psst, psst, psst… that's not how the story goes…The batter gets flatter, the kettle wears a rose…The badgers read ledgers while juggling their toes…The bubbles blow troubles, then burst into bliss…Just don't ever call my nails hits 'nail shits!'"
Sementara Hyman mengambil nafas, Zippy tertawa.
“Hahaha… Nail shits! Taik kuku! Hahahaha… Yes, they suppose my work is just a nail shit! But… It’s actually…” Zippy mengetuk meja dengan ujung jarinya dua kali. “Nails hits…”
"Yes! So… Bla-di-bla, di-bla di-blue…Turn your red blood into the blue's hue…But, boy, keep the coast clear, for she arrives from the drift…Lodged forever into the reef, reef, reef…So, be with it, walk along with your grandpa's feet…Now and whenever you want to go…"