Tippy, however, at least had some idea of what to do in this
situation. Acting more on instinct than rational thought, she stretched
out her wings and tried to take the strange paint-creature onto her
back.

…Except she failed to account for the extra weight of
the extra items he was carrying. “Ack! L-Let go!” She grabbed at his
pogo stick and fire extinguisher, in an attempt to make him drop them.
“You’re weighing me down too-”

The next thing she knew, she was
tumbling across the sand. She would have gone pretty far, if the water
hadn’t slowed her down. “…A-arm! My arm is broken!” she suddenly started
yelling. That’s what she said, but she seemed to be moving her arm just
fine… “Lil Paintball! Where’d you go?”

“What the–?! AUGH! LEGGO…! IIDIDNTASKYOUTO”

Too late. He was already a smear on the sand.

“…ohhh….”

When he had finally rolled himself back up to size, his eyes widened.

“Your arm is broken?! Hang on I think I have–oh.”

Fine time to realize you left your cart behind!

“…We should get moving. Do you know where we could find a hospital or something…?”

He kept taking concerned glances at both her arms.