Pickles: special thinking noise
Pickles: special thinking noise <And the smell ... this is it.>
Pickles: special thinking noise
Creak—
Diggers: Hm ...
Diggers: Didn't have ... Sandwich ...
Pickles: Woof, woof! <Unbelievable, he is still conscious!>
Pickles: Woof.
Pickles: Woof, woof. <Wake up, Mr. Bubbleman.>
The dog pulls his kerchief.
Diggers: Hm ...
Pickles: Woof. <Physical stimulation doesn't seem to be effective.>
Pickles: Woof.
Pickles: Hmm …
Pickles: Woof, woo. <But I don't like the smell on you. It is too complex and overwhelming.>
Diggers: Oh ... um ...
Diggers: Is it the good rain of art ...?
Diggers: ...
Diggers: But why does art smell like saliva?
Pickles: Woof, woof. <Great, your eyes are open.>
Diggers puts in a great effort to focus on the ceiling.
Diggers: Oh the headache ... Where am I?
Diggers: Inside the door of a new world?
Pickles: Woof, woof. <I'm afraid not, you are inside the gate of the mechanical room.>
Pickles: Woof ... <That violent knock on your head earlier probably has done some damage to your brain ...>
"Doggie": The puppy is worried about you.
Diggers: Hm?
Diggers: Hey! It's my comrade!
Diggers: You are safe and sound!
Diggers: Aha!!
Diggers: Your safety has drawn the successful end of this great action led by this pioneer of the era!
Pickles: Woof, woof. <You are such an optimistic person, this is great.>
Pickles: Woof.
"Doggie": The puppy invites you.
Diggers: Huh? Invite me?
Pickles: Woof. <Apparently, the host hopes to bring something different to the audience.>
Pickles: Woof.
Diggers: Oh ... A party ... about you?
Diggers: HEY! It's not fair!! I was the enlightener, but I had never been invited to give a speech!!
Diggers: People—they'd rather listen to a hound's barking?
Pickles: Woo.
Pickles: Woof, woof, woo. <But sir, if you like, you are more than capable of filling people's hearts with passion with your arcane skill.>
Pickles: Woof, woo. <So that they may enjoy themselves there, instead of expecting me to entertain them.>
"Doggie": The puppy wants to transfer the party to you.
Pickles: Woof, woof. <Thank you so much for being accurate at this crucial moment, Doggie.>
Diggers: What? For real?! Holy moly!
Diggers: A public solo speech that I have dreamed of ...
He rubs the fist-size lump on his forehead.
Diggers: Hell—This is perfect! Thanks for your generous act, my comrade!
Diggers: But ... I hope I still have enough soap bubble solution ...
Pickles: Woof. <This shouldn't be a problem.>
An indigo gleam flashes in the dog's eyes.
Pickles: Woof.
"Doggie": The puppy is itching to try.
Diggers: Oh, why are you so hyped?
Diggers: Alright, alright!
Diggers: Let's move, comrade!
Charlton: Good girl, Wendy! Bring it here!
Wendy: Woof woof!
Charlton: Now this place is for us only! Everyone went to dinner.
Wendy: Woof ...
The bulldog sinks down next to Charlton.
Wendy: Woof ...
She doesn't seem to be interested in the game.
Charlton: Hm? You hungry?
Charlton: Just wait for a bit longer ... Pickles will be back any minute ...
He hears the sound of quick, light footsteps from behind.
Charlton: OH! Pickles!!
Charlton: I knew you would come back you smart little guy!!
He sticks his hands into his thick hair, just like what he has done hundreds of times.
Pickles: Woof, woof. Woo? <Oh, it feels nice. More on the chin, please?>
Charlton: All the staff went for you!
Charlton: But don't you worry. If you want to hide until the evening ends, I'll do my best to help!
Pickles: Woof, woo. <I think you don't have to worry about that. I just came across them.>
Pickles: Woof ... Hm ... Woof. <They are enjoying their time ... umm ... in the "Dreamy Party for New Art.">
Pickles: Woof, woof. <Probably I got the name wrong, but it is okay.>
Pickles: Hm, woof. <Based on my experience, they will be pretty occupied throughout the entire time of our show.>
Charlton: Sigh
Charlton: I'm sorry that I didn't persuade them as I promised ...
The evening sea breeze is blowing in their faces.
Charlton: Haha, it's hard to know what you're thinking. I've never met anyone as special as you are.
Charlton: Are you only attracted by those books I can't understand ...?
Pickles: ...
Pickles: Woo. <I can't foretell what my future preference will be.>
Pickles: Woof.
Pickles: Woof, woof ... Woof. <But for now, I'm satisfied with those books and your apple pie—though sometimes it tastes a bit too sour. >
Pickles: Woo ... <I also feel the same about this trip ...>
Pickles: Hm ... <Sitting in the sea breeze with you ... is almost as comfortable as I was when I read The Republic for a second time.>
Pickles: Woo. <... is almost as comfortable as I was when I read The Republic for a second time.>
"Doggie": The puppy wants to sit with you.
Charlton: Hm, can we even find a repair shop for this translator?
Pickles: ...
Charlton: But if that's what you want, let's sit together!
Wendy squeezes her head into Charlton's arms to join them.
Wendy: Woof woof woof!
Charlton: Alright girl! We'll grab some sandwiches downstairs very soon!
Charlton: But for now—
The moonlight sheds on the sea, giving the water a shimmering glow.
Charlton: Let's just sit and enjoy the night!
The noise of the happy cheering crowd faintly comes out from the cabin.
-- Seems like everyone has enjoyed their night to the fullest.
Pickles: Woof!
