Slowly, the water creeps along the Misters’ concrete carport floor, fixin’ to flood (agin).
Mr. Smitty runs over to watch the crawling, expanding puddle inch, lurch toward him.
“Mr. Smitty, you’re on the case!”
The Smee issues his challenges to the creeping water: “Think you can crawl up so slowly I won’t notice-ify? … Don’t be trying to get around my eagle eye by creeping under that mat, yo.”
“Mister, the Smee is busting that rainwater.”
“Mister, he is sacrificing himself by throwing his body in front of the oncoming flood in order to save his Misters!”
(in unison) “Thank you, Mr. Smee!”
