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The week had been rough but the Addisons have all made it out through, along with their newly reunited puppet friend. It was about time all of them go back to their usual workplace, this time somewhere in the streets of Castle Town, with new customers and darkners to meet, their products will sell even better!
All the Addisons did their exact morning routine. Wake up, have breakfast, shower, get dressed, and smile in the mirror. All of them are waiting by the front door, they were all waiting for Spamton to come downstairs to join them. It was also Spamton's first day at the job. Now back with the Addisons, he can return to work with them as well. He was also tasked to paint the interiors of the work stand as well, making the first day easy for the little guy. It's fifteen minutes before the shift starts and there is no sign of Spamton outside his room.
"Spamton?" Click called. "Ready to go, dear?"
"I'll be there in a few [[SAVE UP TO 10 MINUTES IN WAITING]]!"
Spamton was still up in his room, just fixing his bow tie before neatly folding his blanket on top of his bed. He gave it one good glance and smiled at it.
"I'll be [Back 2 The Show] my sweet blanket [TM]..." He mused.
He walked out of his room, opening the door to meet the others downstairs...
Perhaps Spamton had second thoughts... Just seconds after he passed the door he was back in his room. He took a look at his blanket, with a concerned face. He felt like he doesn't need it... but he does. His blanket feels so important to him.
Spamton remembered when he was a Big Shot that Mike forbid him to bring his beloved blanket to work when he first met him in 1997, causing the poor puppet to leave his blanket in the Addisons' house and never see it again once he got kicked out. He was sad he had to get rid of it but back then he thought Mike was right about "Growing out of it". In the trash, he could only use newspapers and dried-up markers to make a blanket, though it wasn't the same since it wasn't made of fleece.
What about now? The Addisons were fine about Spamton having a blanket before 1997, so they should say Spamton is allowed to bring his blanket to work, right? The puppet wanted to be sure, however.
"H E Y! Quick question!" Spamton yelled from upstairs.
"We're all ears, Spam!" Java replied. "All loud and clear!"
"Is it fine if I bring a [specil] something with me?"
"Of course! We won't judge!" Button answered.
"Whatever brings you comfort, go ahead!" Fizz added.
The puppet was happy to hear the response, he picked up his blanket and snuggled it on his face. He had a feeling he didn't want to leave it again, bringing it will make sure that Spamton will always have his special blanket with him.
"[[DONT WAIT DONT DELAY!]] I'm coming down!"
Spamton happily ran downstairs, meeting up with the rest of his Addison coworkers. They all smiled once they gathered around. The door opened, revealing the new streets of Castle Town, all of them walking outside to their new workspace. Spamton followed suit, holding his folded blanket in his arms. They were just in time before the morning shift started. They set up the stall, lights, products, signs, and their signature smiles. There was one thing missing from all the preparation...
Spamton needs to smile too!
"Just smile and wave, Spam. Smile and wave..." One of them instructed
Spamton stood up straight next to his family doing the same, happily greeting passersby with his own smile. He had never smiled this much before and he was smiling in a good way...
"[[Print ("Hello World")]]"