Before long, Mr. and Mrs. Walltalker were both tied on a reclining podium in the slide room. There were extremely long tube slides surrounding them, leading to distant countries. Reba stood on the platform beside them.
"So you're the ones trying to steal my wall!" she said.
"Um, no. That's our wall. You stole it from us!" Mr. Walltalker replied. With a beeping sound that was moderate in tempo, the podium jerked forward, rotating and carrying the Walltalkers with it.
Reba narrowed her eyes. "Do you think I care?"
"Well..." Mr. Walltalker began.
"Guess what?" Reba interrupted. "I don't give a crap. The wall is mine now. That's why I'm going to have to send you guys on a little trip. So, where would you like to go? Russia? Egypt?" she continued as the podium neared both slides and passed.
"Just don't send us to Timbuktu," said Mrs. Walltalker. "Their language creeps me out."
A smirk crept across Reba's face. "Timbuktu! Oh, I hear it's nice around now. Robo-9, 2 tickets to Timbuktu!"
"Right away!" said Robot Soldier 9, or Robo-9 for short. After pulling 2 switches, the podium reversed and steered them toward the designated slide.
"Way to go," Mr. Walltalker scowled.
With a jolt, the podium stopped. "The plunger, Robo-9!" Reba commanded. Robo-9 pushed a button, and a target on a spring sprang to life. "So, on my signal, three...two...one last thing. If the wall loves you so much, where is he now?"
"I'm right here."
Reba turned, shocked. The wall stood at the door. "I care very much about my rightful owner. That's why I've come--to give you what you deserve!" With the last word, he advanced forward.
"Oh, for stealing you?" Reba replied. "I live by myself, raised by these robots since I was 3 years old. I needed a friend, but if you want to be reunited with your rightful owner, then so be it. I'm really sorry about the trouble I caused, and I'm going to make it up!" But halfway through her last sentence, she accidentally elbowed the button, and the plunger pushed the Walltalkers through the slide. "Oh, no! Robo-9! Another sled!"
A sled ejected from below the podium. Reba took it and settled in position. "I'll save them!" The sled darted down the slide.
In response, Robo-9 sounded the alarm. All the surviving robots rushed inside and grabbed sleds from a rack. One by one, they dove inside.
The Walltalkers screamed as they fell down the slide. Reba was close behind, sliding on her belly. "Hang on, guys!"
The trip to Timbuktu was a long ride. Although the Walltalkers were awake the whole time, Reba, who was the youngest, soon fell fast asleep.