Bobby decided that he’d better play it safe and get some help before this situation got any worse. The hook was very sharp and lodged deep enough into Bob’s shirt and pants that he didn’t want to risk hurting himself to remove it.
“Might as well see if Mr. Krabb can help.” He thought, “I need to be at work ASAP anyways.”
And with that, the hooked boy continued to run as quickly as he could to work, the hook in his clothes gradually growing more resistant to his movements as he got closer to the restaurant. Inside, Mr. Krabb was hosting a small gathering for his daughter and her friends. All eyes turned to the large window at the front of the building as Bob knocked on the glass.
Mr. Krabb walked outside to see his now-late-for-work employee looking visibly shaken. Even stranger, he seemed to have a long string attached to his back that went way up into the sky.
“Mr. Krabb!” Cried Bob, “You have to help me!”
“What’s the issue boy?” Replied Krabb, concerned for his trusted frycook.
“Well, I was taking a shortcut through the woods to work when I found this… hook. It seemed like a nice spot to rest for a minute but now I can’t get it off of me!”
“Calm down me boy, turn around and let’s see the damage.”
Bob spun around, revealing the hook that had snared his outer layers. Krabb sighed and told the oblivious cook to turn back around just as Jamie and her friends had come to the door to see what all the fuss was about.
“Uh… Bad news, good news, and bad news me boy!” Said Krabb, “The bad news is, this hook is from an old enf/enm trope of a forgotten era, they used to be everywhere and still we manage to find a few every once in awhile.”
“What does any of that mean, Mr.Krabb?” Bob replied, puzzled.
“Not important. What IS important is the good news! These hooks are pretty easy to deal with!”
“Really?” Bob felt relieved. “What do I have to do?”
“That’s the other bad news, boy. Only way to get that there hook off you is to remove anything it’s attached to.”
Bon didn’t realise what Mr. Krabb was saying until he heard Jamie and her friends giggling a few feet away. His cheeks turned red as he made eye contact with the girls, some of whom were miming taking off an invisible pair of pants while smiling at him.
“N-no Mr. Krabb, I can’t do that! Not in front of all these g-girls!” The thought if not just his crush but also many of the girls that he saw at school every day seeing him in his tighty whities was the stuff of nightmares for a shy boy like Bob. “There’s got to be something else!”
“I’m afraid that it’s the only way, me boy…”
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