Clouseau and Mulder were excited about their new home. So much space to explore! So many things to check out!
Clouseau: Let's play chase!
Mulder: You'll never catch ME!
Mulder: Hey! We can't get up the stairs to the house!
Clouseau: Yah, where's our food...and beds. Where are our toys!
Piers called down to the village to have basic pet supplies delivered so he could set up a kennel for the boys. The little pups came running when they heard Piers shaking the puppy chow bag!
Clouseau: Look! A toy box all our own!
Mulder: Watch this! I'm gonna get that squeaky old bone!
Gnaw. Squeak. Gnaw. Squeak.
The pups were so busy playing that they forgot to go outdoors to do their duty. Piers cleaned up the kennel, but didn't scold them. They'd all been busy that day. The three of them would work on potty training tomorrow.
By the time night rolled around, the pups were ready for bed, two very sleepy little boys.
Lord Piers' day was just as busy as the puppies' day, but probably not as much fun. Just as he was working on fixing one of the broken sinks, a school mascot rang the doorbell. He finished what he was doing, then went down to chat a bit.
While he was heading downstairs, he heard another vehicle drive up. A repair truck! But he hadn't called any service worker.
Service worker: Welcome to the neighborhood, Lord Wimsel! I heard you were having plumbing issues. I'm here to fix your pipes, free of charge!
Piers: That's rather decent of you. I could use the help.
The paperboy also showed up, as did the time portal...while the llama started getting naughty thoughts.
And the service lady was thinking school pride. Either that, or her real career was party dancer--because she turned out to be sort of lame as a repair person.
Me: Run fast, Piers! The llama is thinking marriage now!
Piers ponders an important question: Do I have time to read the local news?
No, Piers, you don't. The lady service worker isn't having much luck with the pipes. You might have to lend a hand. ...But then, a delivery van showed up with a chair of dubious quality and a new bookcase. Piers spent a little time reading a manual on basic household repairs.
Why is it taking this lady so long to fix a leak? You'd think she was trying to hang around for some reason. Hmm.
Between taking care of the pups, supervising furniture deliveries and repair work, Piers decided he should mop up the puddles caused by the leakage. He didn't want water seeping through the tiles and ruining the ceiling below.
Still, the repair lady groaned and twisted at those faucets. Piers was getting concerned about the damage she was inflicting on his pipes.
Well, apparently it DOES take a genius to fix a leaky faucet, at least a genius with one level in handiness.
Finally, with Piers' help, the plumbing was done. The repair lady wanted to chat, and she was eager to compliment Piers on his handiness skills.
Service worker: You've got quite the way with a wrench, Lord Wimsel!
Piers: Oh, I just skimmed the manual a bit, used a little muscle...nothing to it!
Piers soon sent the service worker on her way, tucked Clouseau and Mulder into their beds, and prepared himself a quick meal of green salad. Not having had time to read the cooking manual yet, he was hesitant to turn on the stove. Dinner was a lonely affair, with the clinking of his fork against the plate echoing through the empty hall.
The village didn't have a lot in the way of furniture and household goods, but they did offer Piers a fairly good import bed and some linens. After feeding the sea creature he found in a fish bowl on the kitchen counter (who would leave a pet behind like that--or was it supposed to be food?), Piers dragged himself to bed and collapsed!
