[Wow, he sure does regret that Love has given them an endless supply of awful noisemakers. Though speakin' of noisemakers, that gives him another idea. Requires a bit more work, but the payoff will be phenomenal.
Once he's done dismantling that damn thing - which is a trial in its own regard, and he ends up havin' to straight-up relocate the thing to the lake, where hopefully it'll die a prolonged and watery death - he gets to reluctant work.
Pickin' apart half a dozen of those little abominations gives him enough parts for some small noisemakers, each no bigger than the end of his thumb. Each one gets a label - numbers one through ten, and ends up secreted at some spot in the Goat Household, barring the kids' rooms.
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Once he's done dismantling that damn thing - which is a trial in its own regard, and he ends up havin' to straight-up relocate the thing to the lake, where hopefully it'll die a prolonged and watery death - he gets to reluctant work.
Pickin' apart half a dozen of those little abominations gives him enough parts for some small noisemakers, each no bigger than the end of his thumb. Each one gets a label - numbers one through ten, and ends up secreted at some spot in the Goat Household, barring the kids' rooms.
Only there aren't ten noisemakers at all.
There's only nine.
Have fun figuring that bit out!]