Those are the breaks!

With a quiet pop, the heroes jumped out of their another adventure to their “native” place. — Greetings everyone, normality is in normal! — Bubble said in a joyful voice. — Oh really, - Pomni said gloomily. Or rather, what Pomni became. — Wow! I... I... what a strange feeling! - Caine’s energetic and unreasonably happy voice, as always, came from somewhere behind. -I feel like a nightstand! - If Pomni could slap herself in the face with his palm, she would certainly do so. — Caine, maybe I’ll tell you a secret, but you really are a nightstand, - if in the voice of the jaw-headed AI the positivity coefficient exceeded the required 100%, then in Ragatha’s voice it was lacking by about the same amount. — Oh my gosh, it’s true! - sometimes Pomni even wondered what was inside his head (or jaw) and whether there was anything there at all. The question, of course, is rhetorical and, given the circumstances, undoubtedly appropriate, but, unfortunately, even the screenwriter of the series could not give a direct answer to it. — I’m more interested in why we don’t return to our usual bodies... - Ragatha’s voice came from the right, but Pomni couldn’t turn her head and look, if only because she simply didn’t have a head. Agree, a nightstand with a head is, at the very least, non-functional. It would distract you from looking for a second sock and probably demand you to share the chips. And you would have to listen to his comments. On the other hand, if you're a lonely, unwanted sock collector, this could be a nice replacement companion. — No, just think, I’m the world’s first nightstand circus master! — a vague rumble suggested attempts to move. — Calm down, if you are already the first, and so far the only overlord, at least Jax can be the other. — Judging by the rumble on the right, Ragatha was also trying to rearrange herself somewhere, but is it so easy when you’re just a big piece of furniture? Pomni remembered that she was a nightstand when she got into the Digital Circus in Episode 5, but that time she returned to the human (or jester) state before she had time to experience all the joys of being a nightstand. Well, the world, or rather the world's code error, was giving her a chance to make up for lost time. Although it couldn’t be said that she really wanted to make up for it. — In any case, if there are any suggestions on what we should do, I will listen with pleasure. — Ragatha, judging by the silence in the direction of her location, gave up. Pomni tried to rack her brains, or whatever was replacing them at the moment. “I wonder if this is trousers or some fancy stuffing?” - and this thought for about fifteen minutes did not allow any other thoughts to break into the jester’s head, completely taking over her consciousness. — Exactly! I came up with it, I'm a genius! - something indistinct, red-white-black loomed in Pomni’s field of vision, it seems that Caine managed to somehow move his... let’s call it his body, perhaps... So, the stupid circus ruler managed to move his body from the rear to the front, and Pomni even thought she had underestimated the loud-mouthed tuxedo lover. — What did you come up with? — Ragatha asked skeptically. — We need to re-enter the portal again! — the red-white-black nightstand, twitching convulsively, moved another ten inches forward. “How is he going to do this? He doesn’t have hands!” - Pomni watched with concern as Caine moved forward with a crooked but purposeful progress. — Don't you dare, you can break it! — a red-blue nightstand appeared in the field of view, with strange dashes trying to catch up with the three-colored one that had reached quite far. In general, if she herself were not now in a similar position, Pomni would strongly doubt the adequacy of her psyche. On the other hand... adequacy in this world is clearly an extra value, so she would hardly have lost much. Both nightstand, meanwhile, successfully finished near the portal to the adventure, and Caine tried to either dance (for joy or what?) or roll over, however, not very successfully. — Hey, we will never enter this portal in our lives! - Pomni muttered doomedly. - Well, how will the nightstand do this? We need someone with hands. Or with feet. So, at least with something! — Well, of course, I could say something, but who would listen to a toy with a vaguely apathetic disorder, eh... - Zooble’s voice, full of sorrow, came from somewhere behind. — Zooble?! - three voices exclaimed in unison at once. — Unfortunately, - the toy answered and shuffled past Pomni. “I wonder if this thing has never affected her, or just this time?” — thought the jester, for some reason this question had never occurred to her before. - How glad I am to see you! - Ragatha exclaimed, Zooble just sighed and threw them into the portal. With a quiet pop, the heroes completed a cycle of transformations from a giant cake to a can of Pepsi-Cola and returned to their “native” place again. * — Greetings everyone, normality is in normal… again! - came cheerfully from the Bubble. — Oh, are you kidding me?! - Caine yelled, waving his tentacles. — Well, what are we going to do now? - Pomni asked, trying to understand how many hands she now has. Or legs. — Anyway, at least, now we have limbs! - Ragatha answered cheerfully, crawling towards the portal. — So what, are we going to turn into something all the time now? - Pomni’s question was drowned in the indignant cries of Caine, who could not get a glass from the cupboard. If someone had asked Zooble, silently observing what was happening from the steps of the stairs, she would have answered that, most likely, it was a matter of loose contacts after some rats had been there. But who cares about the opinion of a vaguely apathetic toy? Well, actually. Eh.