PART TWO

*Alarm Sound*

“Oh no — an alarm! We must do something! We have to get out!” Safety Clip shouts as he scuttles about the bench in utter panic.

“Why? If we leave now, we’d never have the chance to be turned back into what we once were,” Paper Pin explains.

Entering the laboratory in which S.C. and P.P. are hiding, or more precisely, standing at the rear the semi-transparent beaker, is the evil Mad Scientist. His hushed search for the stationary and embroidery objects commence, for his experimentation was not yet concluded.
In lack of a brain, P.P. by some means unintentionally knocks the outsized beaker onto the floor, shattering to pieces, allowing Mad Scientist to pinpoint their thereabouts.

“Aha!” Mad Scientist saunters over to where S.C. and P.P. now stood bare. With a devious look, he takes hold of them and tosses their metal bodies into a plastic container originally intended to store kitchen supplies. Between you and me, he was once formally a master criminal in the kitchen.

Glancing around hesitantly, S.C. whispers, “What’s he going to do to us?”

“Another prisoner to his awaiting,” mocks a strange voice in the shadows of the insolation cell.

S.C. and P.P. jump at the sound of that additional voice; apparently they were not alone.