#why do i ship a tow truck with a cement mixer

[number1spongebobfan]

The Can-Do-Crew were working on an important project. They were fixing Farmer Pickle's stable. Lofty picked up heavy wood tiles with the tip of his hook. Dizzy carried wet cement in her backpack.

"Hi Lofty!" Dizzy greeted. "Are you excited?"

Don't say anything, Lofty thought. Be cool.

"The stable's going to look all nice and brand new. There's going to be new and fresh colors. And less splinters."

Dizzy sucked her thumb. There was a huge splinter that had somehow gotten into her opera glove.

"Are you okay Dizzy?" Lofty asked worriedly. Dizzy winced. She was trying to get through with the pain; but the splinter was burrowing deeper every second.

"I'm okie dokie!" Dizzy shouted. She started to cry.

Lofty never felt this nervous before, and he was always a worrier. He couldn't bear seeing cheerful and perky Dizzy this down.

"I'll help you," Lofty said. He knelt down. Lofty yanked the splinter off of Dizzy's thumb. Dizzy screeched; it was a sharp but very short pain, and the splinter was finally off.

Lofty wiped the tears from Dizzy's eyes. She smiled. The little cement mixer kissed the blue tow truck on the forehead.

"Gah! No, stop that!" he flustered. Then Dizzy ran off to play in the woods.