<strong>Throckbottle ~ and the paper bag</strong><br/><br/>Humphrey was already tacking close to the wind, his fun meter pegging out, his I don’t give a shit button displayed clearly on his forehead. The only thing he was concerned about was what would happen with the dynamic duo returned to collect their property, and he hoped it would be soon.<br/><br/>Madison’s question earned a raised eye brow. All innocent, it was delivered perfectly but all Humphrey heard was the sound of someone getting fired in his first 90 days. He tried to swallow and couldn’t.<br/><br/>It was Evie’s questions that earned her a look that would melt polar ice caps.<br/><br/>“No, I don’t think anyone can make us dance, but I do think someone can make your life a living hell if you don’t show a little cooperation.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t a threat. Humphrey was counting on that Great Ape that brought her to be annoyed at her. He’d see that her guardian gorilla was seriously miffed if she didn’t at least make an attempt.<br/><br/>Humphrey kept them walking until he had them on marks on the floor beside each other. He stopped abruptly.<br/><br/>“Look down. Memorize your number. When you return tomorrow that is where you will stand. Do I make myself clear?” he asked them both.<br/>