I think very hard in my pweeny brain. What would Thatcher even want? I mean, surely if I traded literal mermaids my stupid pen then surely I can get Thatcher to give me a part if I can find something that looks shiny and valuable. He is not a mermaid I say to myself, and I attempt to shake the idea off. But just before the ideas could escape I caught them.
Wait
Maybe I will get him something shiny
I scrummage through my seriously worn bag and find a few mermaid scales at the bottom. I pretend to shed a tear as I look at the loose change. I really have to start saving up more. But these scales are the true key to...
Knick Knack Trap? Yes, this was the store that would save the day. It was an old woody souvenir shoppe draped with towels and beach equipment, but right at the cash register was what I was looking for. With a little convincing I managed to get it 3 mermaid scales off the regular price (thank you so much store clerk for putting up with my mess, I really appreciated that!)
So then off I went, attempting to track down Thatcher like he was prey. I may have gotten a few nervous glances for acting so mysteriously but surely they will be gone when I make the call.
“Hey Thatcher. I’ve got a special offer for you.”
“I didn’t know we had business ads on the beach on this island,” he replied.
“Ha. Funny. No seriously, you have to listen. I need this engine part from you and I heard you’re a little picky but I think I know what will do the trick.”
“Gee, playing tricks? I hope you’re not giving me mermaid scales. The mermaids don’t like me trying to trade off their shed to them. Plus, I’m still working on my shrine.”
I try to push a bit harder on convincing him, “Well do you want me to come here and keep annoying you or not?” I snap. Ouch for me.
Thatcher hesitates then nods. “Okay what have you got?”
I pull out a bag and shake it around. “Home made, encrusted with jewels. Don’t you want some nice shiny crabby deco for your shrine?”
I can immediately tell he is taken aback by my offer even though he tries to hide it. “Oh um... nice offer? I’ll take it.”
Yes! Yes! He jogs to get the part and we shake hands.
“Deal.” Thatcher says.
“Deal.”