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John recently has gotten dreary of roaming around, so he decides to stay at Pop Village for a bit to brag about his adventures and take a stop at the tribe of where he originated from. Besides, he needs to stock up some supplies, which have almost depleted on his recent trip to one of those rainforests. “Good night, Rhonda, you deserve to rest your engines for the next few days…” He drowsily compliments his joyously wagging armadillo bus. But after he orders Rhonda to have a deep rest at the pod Branch and Poppy have assigned him to, and then descends into the effects of the spell of his own drowsiness… He is clueless that two furtive figures, one noodly and giant with mop-like green hair, and the miniscule other shaped like an unkempt golf ball, have clambered up onto the tree limb where his pod is situated. “Clay! We gotta be quick with this!” Veneer is clumsily clinging onto the limb, while lending Clay his expired tube of hair gel, “You know my hands are too large to avoid

A splashing sound from the bathroom followed by muffled cursing had her straighten up with a curse of her own. What was he up to now? “Pinstripe!” He flinched again violently when she opened the door. Yikes - maybe she shouldn't have yelled so loud. He had a razor in one hand and had nearly shaved off one of his whiskers. But honestly! Was it so hard for him to just stay put! He’d slunk out of the bath, leaving his wet boxers draped on the edge, and pulled a towel around his waist. “You didn’t tell me I looked like dis!” Pinstripe, to her surprise, was still frowning at himself in the mirror. “I’m all scruff, and I gotta dye my fur again.” He twisted his snout this way and that, squinting down his nose. “You dye your fur?” She blinked. That explained the pale patches on his stomach and chest. The water must have lifted more of it, actually. Now that he was clean, she could see a clear contrast of soft light brown fur ovaling over his stomach and chest. A thin strip followed up