The living room of the sofa was still. Three, Four, and Five were mid-snack, their numerical minds at ease. Then, the red alert pulsed across the screen.
“Hey, Blobby!” she shouted through the screen. “Your shoelace is untied!” numberjacks problem blob
Five peered through the scope. “He’s not adding. He’s not subtracting. He’s just… glurpling .” The living room of the sofa was still