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Standing under the umbrella with him you hear the soft rustle of satin and plush stitched in between the raindrops hitting his umbrella canopy. He tugs eagerly at his lip like it was a suspender over his belly confidently waying as you glimps the red satin inside jostleing and churning behind the pink lip as it tapers back into dark shadows.

"Heh, Sonny you may be new to this town of living plushes. Your going to have to learn that when the Mayor spots something he wants on a rainy day. He is going to have it."

Suddenly his bottom lip grazes your ankle as he takes a step and presses it against you as you look up through the glasses to his eyes. As he mmmuurrs eagerly sizing you up.

( Talk about power hungry :) )