Wendy: Woof woof!
The little bulldog holds the newspaper in his mouth and turns round and round in front of his master, as if showing off his trophy.
Charlton: Wendy! I've told you so many times. No picking up litter on the road!
Wendy: ...
Charlton: What have you brought back this time? Open your mouth, ahhhhhhhh!
Charlton gets the newspaper and flips it over and over.
Charlton: Luckily, there's nothing dirty on it.
Wendy: Woo ... Woof!
Charlton: Oh, gosh! It really messed with my head yesterday. I almost forgot something very important.
Pickles: Woof woof, woof. <He cannot understand that it comes from your hard training, no matter how many times you tell him.>
Wendy: Woof?
Pickles: Woof woof woof. <No, I didn't use my Indigo telepathic skill on him. But you need to know that ...>
Pickles: Woof woof. <... He can never truly understand us, Wendy.>
Charlton: Whoa!
Pickles: Woof woof woof … <His being so thrilled perturbs me. Hopefully, there will be no unexpected events to upset my reading plan ...>
Pickles: Woof woof. <Especially when I haven't finished my note of Sein und Zeit ...>
However, bad luck will never end.
Charlton: Kids, look!
Charlton: Look what good news our little Wendy has brought home! The Rimet Cup Exhibition starts today!
Charlton: Now I have a better idea!
Charlton: How about visiting the Rimet Cup Exhibition this afternoon?
Wendy: Woof? Woof!
Pickles: Woof, woof. <Peace, the never-possible peace.>
Charlton: I heard that they would be doing a lottery in the exhibition. The luckiest guy gets full tickets to all the World Cup rounds!
Charlton: Our little Pickles is definitely the lucky pup, just like every other draw before!
Pickles: Woof woof … <*sighs* Perhaps I shouldn't have used my perception for those meaningless lotteries ...>
Pickles: Woof woof … <Or, was I too, once a puppy who wanted to win the favour of human beings ...?>
Charlton: Are you not excited?
Charlton: There's a chance to get an out-of-print signed football there, then we'll have a new toy for our ball game!
Wendy: Woof woof!
Upon hearing this, the little bulldog in low spirits quickly adjusts like a mature athlete and rubs up against Charlton.
Charlton: Heh heh heh! Calm down, Wendy. We will have a democratic voting session.
Pickles: Woof ... woof. <Wendy ... Why am I not surprised by your betrayal at all?>
Charlton: Now, does anyone not want to visit the Rimet Cup? Raise your paw, please.
The little bulldog rolls about with excitement, while Pickles slowly and firmly lifts his paw.
Charlton: All right. It's unanimous!
Charlton crouches down and gives Pickles a quick high five.
Pickles: ...
Pickles: Woof woof. <Mr. Apple was right. I guess my soulmate will not show itself until my wandering starts.>
The exhibition hall of the Rimet Cup is alive with visitors.
Young Visitor: Mum, look!
Young Visitor: That man, his hand is glowing with colourful light!
Visitor: Dear, you promised me you won't make a scene when we're outside and no yelling at strange things.
Young Visitor: Alright, Mum.
Diggers blends in with the bustling crowds. A bottle of coloured liquid with a strong smell is hidden in his hand.
Diggers: Phew! Security screening passed.
Diggers: The warrior of the new era successfully arrives at the final battlefield with his magnificent bubble device.
Diggers: They are waiting for a gale.
Diggers: This is going to be the critical transition of our time!
The skylight of the exhibition hall is completely covered by black curtains. Instead of daylight, the brighter fluorescent lamps are used.
The windows on the wall are also sealed off, with only a few vents letting the air in.
Diggers wanders around the hall and finally accepts the depressing fact that the security company has arranged everything fairly well.
Diggers: Bollocks! What is that? The gale outside can't get in!
Diggers: A world without airflow is like a pond of dead water. The soap bubbles of a new world can't blow in.
He looks around and changes his mind.
Diggers: But, a real artist never loses the guts and grit.
Diggers: If everything goes on smoothly, I can blow enough soap bubbles to create an ocean of reveries within half an hour.
Diggers: I just need to cover myself ...
Diggers casually puts the bubble device next to the nearest vent. The weak airflow can't even get the fan of the device to turn halfway around.
Like a dying warrior leaving seeds of hope for the brave in the future, he gazes at the security robots that are patrolling over there and takes a deep breath.
Three.
Two.
One.
Diggers: Puff!
He fearlessly blows one rainbow soap bubble after another towards the crowd.
Passerby: Hey, look!
Passerby: How would someone blow bubbles indoors?
Passerby: coughs What a funny smell!
Undoubtedly, the security robots have noticed the commotion here.
They move towards Diggers immediately.
Diggers: Oh, bollocks! I am exposed in just a minute?
Diggers: Ahh, I need to hurry up. These bubbles are far from enough.
Diggers: Puff! Puff puff!
Diggers: Pufffff … coughs
The security robots are all here.
COMBAT
Diggers: Hey, hey, hey!
Diggers: Seriously, you should respect and treat an artist fairly.
This is a battle doomed to fail.
However, the one who makes an intrepid attempt deserves a more valuable reward.
Iverson: Ugh! There you are again, annoying hooligan.
Iverson: I don't think I can understand what you're thinking. Are arcanists all so stupid that you always overestimate yourselves?
Diggers: I am not defeated, Mr. Iverson.
Diggers: The fire of art will never be extinguished, just like our craving for Utopia never ceases.
Iverson: Annoying blabber.
The door is locked from the outside.
Iverson: Though I don't know what stupid idea is lingering in your brain, obviously, you just failed again.
Diggers: Utopia is not stupid, sir.
Diggers: Without a goal, life would be stuck in the mess of corrupting materials and entertainment!
Diggers: I'm sure, soon enough, people will have the courage to speak up and sing for peace and love!
Iverson: I've met a lot of young people like you who chase unrealistic fantasies.
Iverson: Humph! Ignorant and hilarious.
After a brief uproar, Iverson's footsteps fade away.
A long silence falls upon the dark room.
Even the exhaust noise can be clearly heard.
Diggers: Great! He walked away.
He raises his head, looking at the dust floating around the exhaust vent.
Diggers: I've entered the exhibition hall of the Rimet Cup. I can't make any mistakes starting now.
Diggers: Climbing through ventilation ducts is just a slight sacrifice in order to awaken the rebellious spirit of everyone.
He shuts down the ventilation system nearby and removes the slate from the exhaust vent.
Diggers: coughs This doesn't look clean at all!
Diggers: Anyway, at least it's much better than wasting my time in the cage.
Diggers takes a long leap and manages to reach the narrow entrance.
Diggers: I can barely see.
He moves forward with difficulty in the dark, but he doesn't notice that something slips out of his pocket.
Diggers: Oh, my Revery Bubble Solution!
Diggers: Shoot! It-It's in my eyes. coughs Oh, it's itchy.
Diggers: coughs Bless me, Talia. Hope the efficacy takes effect a bit slower.