Raindrops - III

Disclaimer: I do not own Ratchet and Clank or any of its characters. This little short is partly based on a true story... mostly on the minor details of the story.

Raindrops

III

"Okay, so how does this work again?"

"You will need to wrap the end around your finger, and then you will need to-"

The balloon shriveled in the Lombax's hand.

"Hm."

Ratchet huffed as he glared at the rubber in his hand. "I really hate making balloons."

The little robot hummed again as he tapped his finger against his mouthpiece. There had to be a faster way to get this done...

The Lombax tossed the balloon away in the little garbage can next to him, leaning back against their living room couch as he reached for another. "We're never gunna get the five hundred balloons for Tal's party done in time at this rate," he grumbled.

Clank picked up the pencil from the coffee table, handing Ratchet another balloon. "Perhaps you could focus on the inflating portion while I focus on the tying portion?"

Ratchet sighed, then took the balloon. He blew air into it, and once it was big enough, he passed it to Clank. The little robot twisted the end of the balloon around the pencil and within a moment, the balloon was tied.

Clank playfully batted the balloon to Ratchet, who caught it as he grabbed another deflated balloon.

The Lombax laid back as his lips wrapped around the end of the deflated balloon. As he inflated it, he waved the filled balloon up-and-down.

"You know Clank," he said as he handed Clank the full balloon, "I should invent a balloon-tier thing, something that'll save me from balloon-tying frustration."

Clank couldn't stop the teasing smile from growing on his mouthpiece. "Well, you have invented sillier things before, so I am not surprised at the suggestion."

The Lombax turned his head, absentmindedly staring at the kitchen. "I wish we had some spare parts lying around... I could make it, but the last few jobs have eaten up all my extra scrap metal..."

As he fished out another balloon from the bag, his eyes caught the side of their stove. He whipped up, ears alert. "Hey Clank, we're not using the stove too much anymore these days, right?"

"Ratchet."

"Don't worry about it, pal."

"We must focus our attention on the balloons for Miss Apogee's birthday party."

"It'll only take me five minutes."

True to Ratchet's word, it did.

True to Clank's word, Ratchet was still blowing up balloons as the duo hauled four hundred bagged balloons to Aphelion to make it to Talwyn's party on time after the balloon-tier device had exploded next to a bag of a hundred balloons.

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I do not know how to tie balloons, and while I've tried multiple times... well, to say the least, I won't be tying water balloons for any future kids I have. -_-

Random, but hopefully enjoyable! I'm thinking about adding a few fluffy AU concepts into the mix to spice things up, and ye, they'll still be fluffy and take place over rainy days (hopefully. I might change that for a few stories if my mind thinks up any ideas that require a different setting).

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I hope you guys enjoyed this little short, and I'll see you all in the next one! :)

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