Chapter 18: An Accident

Bladder: Hey, Brain. Brain. Brain. Brain. Wake up, Brain.

Brain: It's 4 in the morning, Bladder. Go back to sleep.

Bladder: But I caaaaan't. I really gotta gooooooooo.

Brain: Can't you hold it?

Bladder: (whimper, whimper). No.

Brain: Oh, all right. We'll get up. Come on, guys.

<collective groan>

Eyes: You don't need me, do you?

Brain: Nah. We've lived in this house for 12 years and never moved the bedroom furniture. I think Auto Pilot's got this one.

Auto Pilot: I think Common Sense might have something to say about this. Especially about that suitcase on the floor.

Brain: Common Sense is still asleep. No need to wake everyone.

Auto Pilot: Well, we may have wanted to choose better, though. Maybe awoken Feet? Or perhaps Balance...

Head: Whoa. Why am I on the floor?

Brain: Hmm. Something's not right here.  Hand, check out the situation. Mouth, we woke the husband and he is yelling, assure him everything is okay.

Common Sense: Wait, is it? I need to be involved here.

Auto Pilot: Oh, now you wake up. We needed you a minute ago, you know.

Hand: This doesn't make sense. Head is all wet. 

Common Sense: Okay, stay down. That's probably blood. If we stand up, we'll probably just fall again.

Hand: And check this out. A giant hole!

Skull: Hey! That's what the outside looks like. I always wondered. Hi everybody!

Blood: We're freeeeeee!

Common Sense: No, no, no. Gotta keep all you guys inside.

Blood: Awwww.

Common Sense: Hang in there, Hand, it's going to be a long rest of morning. Here's the gauze. Keep it on there.

Hand: Oh goodie.

Auto Pilot: Okay, looks like you won't be needing me for a very long time. Good night!