“While at Meryl’s place, I made sure to prepare our baggage with all sort of useful equipment.”

And, from under his cape, Mr. Rabbit began pulling out all sort of gadgets, mostly of mechanical nature, the way Meryl likes it.

Max was trying to not raise any metaphysical questions regarding Mr. Rabbit’s seemingly dimensional cape, because it seemed like he just looted Meryl’s ENTIRE HOUSE.

At some point, he pulled a fully functional camp tent, which definetely would’ve saved QUITE A FEW NIGHTMARES had they used it last night.

“Huhh, Mr. Rabbit…”

“Worry not, Max, it is there, I know it.”

Max could hear Meryl’s voice at distance. She was singing?

“dupidupidu.”

They didn’t have much time.

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