Schiller walked over to the peephole and looked outside, only to find Scarecrow and Professor Pigface standing at the door.
Schiller opened the door and saw Jonathan and Valentine still carrying gifts. He frowned and said, "Didn't you get the text saying the party was canceled?"
"Of course we did, but we still decided to come today because we might be busy for the next few days."
Jonathan walked into the house as if he owned the place. After looking it over from top to bottom, he said doubtfully, "Didn't you say there'd been some kind of accident? The house looks fine."
"That's because I just cleaned it up."
"You cleaned the house? You?" Jonathan looked utterly unconvinced.
Schiller could not be bothered to argue with him. He was still thinking about how to sew up the huge tear in the back of the bat plush when Valentine walked over to the sofa and set the gift box on the nearby table.
"What are you two going to do over the next few days?" Schiller asked.
Jonathan snorted and said nothing. Valentine muttered something Schiller could not make out, so he pressed further. Jonathan said impatiently, "Just stop asking. Can't we have a little privacy?"
Schiller narrowed his eyes.
"What happened to this thing?" Valentine grabbed the bat plush with his powerful arm and tried to lift it, nearly failing to get it off the ground.
"It got slashed. I'm trying to figure out how to sew it up. It keeps leaking stuffing." Schiller walked over and adjusted one of the bat plush's wings.
"How do you sew it up? Just use thread, right? Don't you know how to perform surgery?" Valentine asked, somewhat puzzled.
"I'm a psycholo... Fine, the Schiller you know probably could do that, but I can't."