Page 23 - Lulu and Bob in Verbo City

The twins followed in Bunster’s slipstream. They arrived in the
guest bathroom as he was picking up, twiddling to examine and then
tossing aside their toiletries.
“This won’t be easy. I can barely read the list of ingredients on
these things. That twenty-eight letter chemical should have been
banned from toothpaste and shampoo a long time ago. It’s in an
ointment I used to apply topically for avunculitis, but it didn’t work
and I disposed of it responsibly. Say, where is your shampoo? Did
you bring your own?”
“I did, Uncle,” said Lulu, blushing. “Yours is rather harsh on my
type of hair.”
“I don’t see it on the counter.”
“Oh.” She turned to the open shower enclosure. “We hadn’t quite
finished packing yet. It must still be in here.”
“Careful! That may be a squeeze bottle, so pick it up from the
cap.” Bunster hovered over her nervously as she reached for the
shampoo.
“It’s there.” Lulu pointed to a slight imperfection in the bottle’s
label. “The smallest one yet. I’ll bet it’s got an inferiority complex.”
“And I’d guess being small protects it against the chill air of
disapprobation it must encounter from the medical cognoscenti,”
said Bob pompously.
“No doubt,” rasped their Uncle. “Would you heterogeminates
please stop talking and get me a cotton swab. This will be a delicate
logoectomy.”
Lulu and Bob handed him the instrument and did a double-take as
only twins can do. “Uncle!” cried Lulu. “You did find a word for us!”
“And I’m going to find something else for you, as well,” he
muttered as he carried the errant sesquipedalian back to the study
within cupped hands.

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