Beneath the Rabbit residence was a large facility built by Tails. This was his underground laboratory: a place for research and experimentation, as well as a garage for his vehicles like the Tornado and Sea Fox.
It wasn’t secret at all. In fact, the Sonic Museum had come by that morning to pick up the repaired Silver Sonic prototype for an exhibit and check the status on the other robot.
Currently, the “bead worm” (as Tails code-named the machine) was almost damage-free again; with the robot nearing completion ahead of schedule, the boy told them to return in the morning.
Taking a break, Tails left the lab and came back to the house.
He saw Sonic seated on the couch, playing video games on the TV; however, he didn’t have the energy at the moment to play with him.
He wanted a nap. That banged-up bot took a lot out of him.
He made for the stairs.
Tails was flat on the top bunk of his and Sonic’s bed, trying to relax, when the door squeaked open.
“Tails?”
The boy turned and saw his sister and Cheese in the doorframe. She was wearing her signature orange dress as she began to toddle up to the ladder.
“Tails, did you go potty in the bed again?” she asked, concerned.
The boy smiled. “Nope.”
Cream’s face lit up. “Really?”
“The diaper you gave me was clean when I woke up.”
Cream was really happy. Having her brother wake up clean was better than him using the diaper.
“I need a little rest,” Tails said. “Those robots took a lot out of me.”
“They that bad?”
“That roly-poly one I showed you? That’s the one I’m trying to finish up,” the boy explained. “Right now, I don’t have the strength.”
“Tails,” said Cream “can I lay down with you?”
The boy looked at her and smiled. “Come on up.”
Cream climbed up next to her brother and crawled up to the pillows. “Tails,” she said “if you’re going to take a nap, will you be wearing the diapie from last night?”
“I don’t think I need it,” he admitted. “The other night was just a fluke.”
“A what?”
“Something that just happened, that’s all,” he explained. “Don’t worry. I won’t poop in the bed.”
She frowned a little. I sure hope you won’t.
Crabmeat looked at the toys in front of him, hanging on hooks in Eggman’s laboratory. They all seemed to be based on famous Japanese robots. Some even had similar names to the stuff they were ripping off, but the toys didn’t look accurate most of the time. Some were colored differently and others had a slight variation in the molds. Some of these were packaged with a cardboard casing to display weapons and accessories; others went the cheap route and just threw them all into a clear bag that got stapled to a bit of cardboard.
“This is your plan?” the robot asked.
“I have you to thank for the idea,” said Dr. Eggman. “I could never get an idea as to which of the EGG-series to update next… so I ordered these guys from China, South Korea, and Laos!”
“But bootlegs!?”
“Look, if I tried to use your Reideen model against Sonic,” he explained “then Yoshiyuki Tomino would get a big, fat royalty check — and that’s a lot of money.”
“But how are you going to kill Sonic with a bunch of four-inch-tall plastic action figures?” the badnik asked.
The doctor cackled. He knew exactly how.
Cream stirred.
The first thing she saw was Tails, out like a light.
The first thing she felt, though, was sogginess.
She sat up to see a tell-tale wet patch. It didn’t take long for her to find where it was coming from: Tails… and he wasn’t finished yet.
Oh no, I knew something like this would happen! she thought. “Tails! You’re going potty again!”
Her voice snapped the young fox to his senses, but his eyes would soon retract upon seeing what had happened. He screamed.
In no time, Sonic came barreling into the bedroom. He found his brother, sister, and pet Chao in the top bunk.
“Tails! What happened?” Sonic asked, as he scaled the ladder.
Soon, the hedgehog laid eyes on a big lagoon on the sheets; Cream was to the side, dampened a little. Tails was cringing in the corner, aghast and petrified; his clothes were soaked.
When the fox laid eyes on Sonic, he latched onto him and broke out into tears.