Pulling Buddy through the bag proves to be more of a challenge than anyone expected, the knife type unable to haul itself through. Dad helps push it through on its side of the bag, Slop reaching through with both hands to haul Buddy out. Slop’s health is now GREAT.
Slop tries not to express too much shock over the state of the knife type, but Primus can barely hold back a fearful, whistling whine. Buddy waves weakly at its dear friend, limp in Slop’s arms. The revenge type holds it close to her chest as she gets to her feet, asking Primus to help lead her to Buddy’s room. Primus doesn’t wait a second before heading for the stairs, Slop carefully following.