"Buster?" Ash called.

Buster groaned as he woke up.

"You okay?" she wondered.

"Ash?" he questioned, hissed in pain from his paws, then asked, "Where are we?"

"We’re in Clay’s house," Ash answered.

"Oh, my gosh. Have you talked to him yet?" Buster wondered.

"Uh-huh," she nodded.

"You have?" he replied.

"We were just discussing whether he’d consider being in our show," Ash explained.

"What did he say?" Buster wondered.

"He said no," Clay answered from behind him, Buster gasped, then Clay continued, "Not in a million years."

"Please, Mr. Calloway. Look, you don’t… you don’t realize how much it would mean to have you in our show and--" Buster tried to explain.

Clay groaned and snapped, "Will you stop your yakking?

Buster cowered a bit before Clay growled quietly.

"Here. Your friend left this on my property," Clay said, handing his Miss Crawly's glass eye, headed for the door, then stated, "And I want you gone in the morning."

The door was slammed shut, making Buster cringe.

"And that’s why they say, 'Never meet your heroes'," Ash remarked.

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A/N Come on, Clay! PLEASE?