I try.
But you’re not even warm.
Try less, it’s distracting. I can’t focus on whatever it is that I’m supposed to be guessing.

Blue, blue, blue… glue? No. Flew? Loo.. Please tell me I’m way off, you’ll now take pity, and just tell me? Because if it’s a bathroom, I’m leaving.
{Automatically hums the theme song from Blue’s Clues, matching the dogs voice exactly with a grin}

Cute.
It rhymes with blue.
Blue…

I haven’t a clue.
That worked when I was like, twelve, it’s not gonna work again, Gills.
Your lips say no but your eyes say the window is looking like a fine exit plan and I’d agree if I didn’t know you better and the amount of booby traps you’ve probably got in every nook and cranny in this place.

But it was worth a try. Can I get even a hint?
Kyle.

You look cute when you blush.
{Mimes zipping up his lips and throwing away the key}

Kyle..
Nope.
My lips are sealed. I’m like a vault. Nothin’s gettin’ in here.

Nothing? I wouldn’t be so sure of that Mr. Simmons. I can be very persuasive when it comes to getting what I want, especially when it has to do with you. And surprises.
You just went to the wrong darkside.
Because there’s more than one? And you would know this… Something tells me, you’re not telling me everything. Now spill. On the surprise or otherwise.
