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Oh, looks like you're all done sorting. Nice job.

Mr. Dolly! Shouldn't you keep an eye or two on your clones?

Do you know how much trouble they'll make for everyone, letting them run amok like this?

The fluffy creature stands by a container, its head stooped very low, seemingly conveying some apology to the person in front of it.

I told you, not all of them are me.

I did bring them here, true... but I'm only indirectly to blame here, right?

So... sorry?

Just saying sorry isn't going to fix this!

If their merchandise gets damaged, what are the shopkeepers going to do? Your clones are being nuisances! Can't you do anything to stop them?

I do actually have something... um, under normal circumstances, I could choose to 'Cry'.

'Cry'?

Like this. I face into whatever, the sea, the wasteland, and lift two hooves up like this, and then I yell: 'Heeeeeeeey! Where are you guys?! Come here quick!' Like that.

Adele, you're going to have to help me for that. I've Cried too many times, so sometimes they act like they haven't heard me.

So... we just have to call them over?

We need something to lure them too. Like, 'Ice cream here!' or 'We've got balloons and skateboards!' and stuff.

But remember, don't call them 'Little Black Sheep' or 'lambs'. They won't even know you mean them.

Dolly looks expectantly up at Adele.

Ahem...

Heeeeeey! Ice cream here!

Heeeeeeeey! We have balloons and skateboards! Come here quick!

What? Ice cream? Is it free?

Miss, is it true? I want strawberry!

Is there some kind of event? Are you giving out balloons?

Huh? No, um...

Adele turns, looking to point out the deed-doer. Dolly's jumped up onto the neighboring containers, running circles around them like a deflating balloon.

But the pedestrians just don't see it.

Uh-oh, something's happened.

You're gonna have to go get ice cream with them to fix this, and probably buy balloons too, and ramble the streets, and soak up the Siestan sun.

Tough one, huh? What a big coincidence that I know of a really good ice cream shop.

How about I lead the way?

...Mr. Dolly!

So this is how you corral visitors into your Volcano Museum? Buying ice cream for strangers? I think I like this!

Dearie, how about we spend the afternoon exploring the museum?

Perfect! Then after that we'll go for barbecue!

Let's go!

Er, thank you very much.

Adele sees the group off, and looks around, trying to find any trace of Dolly.

In the stream of pedestrians, Dolly has all but vanished already. All that's there is a lone Little Black Sheep, staring pointedly at a wallet 'turning' into bills in a wandering tourist's hands.

(What's it about to do?)

Right as the tourist and shopkeep are haggling, it leaps forth—

And in one chomp, makes off with the tourist's wallet.

(Huh?!)

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Where'd my wallet go?! Someone stole my wallet!

Huh? What kind is it? Dark or light?

Just now? But I didn't see anyone, did you?

(Oh, no, Mr. Dolly's not here either! I have to catch it, quick!)

The Little Black Sheep holding the wallet notices Adele, opens its mouth, and the wallet falls out—

Then with a kick of its hoof, it goes sailing through the air, and falls back down straight into its wool.

(Delighted trots)

Then it seems the wallet hits something with a 'bang', and a pebble full of holes shoots out from the Little Black Sheep's coat.

That's—the whistling rock!

The Little Black Sheep looks back, and before the rock lands, it kicks again with its hoof to send it flying straight back in.

And after all that, it sticks its tongue out at Adele with an impish expression, and turns to gallop down Fashion Street.

Hey! Wait up!

Give everyone their stuff back—

Errored three-dollar gold certs are rare collectibles here. They'll fetch a big price at the trade fair! Miss, are you sure you won't think about it? I've got a price I can give you!

The dealer gestures out a number.

Really? Could you take a look at this, then?

This is old Higashinese issue! I'll take it for <i>this</i> much!

And this?

A Gaulish copper livre—I'll take it too! Miss, what else have you got? Bring it all out!

Miss, <i>how much</i> did you bring? Last one, I swear, the very last one... I'll take one more, and then I'm going home!

Th—Then take a look at this! After this, I could afford a whole new device!

Ahhh, it's our own Sargonian mint... Let me see, we've got...

—Gavial!?!

Yep! Is that valuable?

Valuable? No! This is the end of our talk! I don't do ANY business with thin-tails! You take all of this back! I'm leaving!

The dealer grabs a handful of loose coinage and furiously shoves it into Snowsant's hands, attempting to leave.

Suddenly, <i>something</i> speeds by, knocking the coins right out of his grip.

Money rains gold and glittering to the high street pavement, and before Snowsant can yelp in surprise, a pink shadow follows right after, running into the distance.

Uh... uh, Eyjafjalla?

Sorry, Snowsant... I...!

Blargh! What the hell?!

Wait, my coins... I'm missing two!

D—Don't look at me!

Clink! The fluffy creature stashes the gleaming little roundlets into its own wool.

Mr. Eastman! I'm here to pick up my photocopies.

Right, right, all these fliers of yours. You really put your back in, printing this much just to advertise your bar.

298, 299... that's exactly right. Here's the fee!

I'm not taking money off you for <i>this.</i> I'll just say, next time I drop in at the White Volcano, mix me your house Oasis, heavy on the ground cardamom. Appreciate it.

Also, can you help change out my shop sign one minute?

Of course I can! Thank you!

—Ah, Mr. Enis!

Adele...?

What's the hurry?

Look out... Look out!

Before Enis can react, a giant force smacks straight into him. Sent airborne for an instant, he sees Siesta upside down, and paper scattering everywhere.

Oof... ow, ouch, ow... what just...

The Little Black Sheep snatches a flier in its mouth and resumes its straightaway gallop.

Ah, Mr. Enis! I—I'm sorry!

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Huh...?

Several stare as Adele shrinks into the horizon, giving chase to a 'flier blowing in the wind'.

*whistle* Times really are a-changing. Youngsters have such urgent schedules these days.

Weird, what knocked me over just now...? I've never seen anything as strange as this...

CRASHHH!

The Eastman Print Shop's sign falls down, and lands right where Enis was still standing a moment ago.

...Wurgh!

Where did it go...?