"We've got to sort out this
Brownie," said Lapinette. The Wabbit grabbed the camera and made for
the escalator. "It's a bench job!" He shook his head in anxious
anticipation and kept out of the way of the camera lens. "I don't want to
end up in a box." Lapinette saw what looked like a red
reflection. "There's Skratch!" she said with relief in her voice.
"He can help!" Skratch the Cat smiled as he rumbled up the
elevator. "New camera, Wabbit? Come on, do me a portrait."
"No!" yelled the Wabbit in horror. "It's not working." But
just at that moment the camera wriggled from his grasp. The shutter snapped and
the flash blazed. For a moment nothing happened. "Aha," laughed Skratch.
"It's an old fashioned camera. When do I see my picture?" The Wabbit
grabbed at the camera. "You'll have to wait." Skratch laughed
again. "Someday, my prints will come." But Lapinette was
yelling and pointing - and the Wabbit followed her gaze. Behind the glass
screen, a lurid comic strip version of Skratch faded into view. He
was waving just like Skratch and his mouth was saying something
inaudible. Then he dissolved into nothing. Lapinette looked at the Skratch on
the escalator. He too was fading fast and before long the escalator was empty. "Skratch will come back," hoped the Wabbit,
crossing his paws. Lapinette looked at the Wabbit with big eyes. "Can you fix
it?" The Wabbit looked back. "We'll wait and see what develops
..."