"Stop it now" Mr. Clayton said to Shawn, the metal wires jerking and making his hand and arm 'wave Shawn off' with a dismissive gesture like Shawn's griping was both annoying and distracting to his point.
The puppet cried out again in longing desperation.
"Bradfoooooord." But no one answered. Bradford had been taken.
There was a
'twang' and the cords straightened. And with it, the puppet's head straightened as well. He looked at Delilah, directing his voice to first her and the rest of the kids in the group.
"If I don't have Bradford, I'll die."
He crawled slightly, towards Delilah, the metal wires all the while jangling above him.
"I mean it." He pleaded.
"Someone has to carry me in that case. I can't be outside of it without Bradford for more than an hour or two."
"Bradford and I...we're...a team." He finished with a sad note, rather lamely as he pleaded, mostly emphasizing this point to Delilah.