"Ush." said Jarts as his right eye rolled out of the socket and into the dining room. Walton casually flipped it back to Jarts, who fumbled it and dropped it into the crock pot. Walton was staring out the window with a blank escpression on his face.
"Willith!" Walton called with out looking away from the window, "breakfast is ready." The train hissed to a stop, Willith got off of it and walked through the bathroom door.
Willith was weariong a rather formal parrot costume and she looked quite beautiful against the amber sky. She sat down across from Walton. An "arp-arp-arping" noise was coming from the kitchen.
"Just a minute..." said Walton with a faint smile on his face, "Jarts must have gotten his foot stuck in the juicer again." The arping stopped. Walton walked back into the dining room. "It was the flower-press this time." he said, shaking his head and smiling. "I'm afraid we lost him." Both he and Willith burst into frenzied laughter and pounded the table with both of their fists. Walton, still giggling, said "Massive brain hemmorage!" while wiping a tear from his eye. This sent them both into another fit of laughter, and this went until Willith suddenly roared, reared up on her hind legs and stabbed Walton with an already bloodied fork. She stood rigid until the twitching body of Walton finally relaxed. She then raised her head and howled at the sky light. When the sun was finally at the center of the sky, she carefully switched on the garbage disposal, climbed in the sink, and was never heard of again.
