In the hallway,
two children are pushing a stroller, followed by a nurse. Curly is very careful while pushing, afraid the stroller might tip over and hurt the soft and seemingly boneless Little Monster.
"Curly, why don't you like your brother? Having a little brother is great. I wish I had a little brother or sister," George said enviously.
Growing up as an only child, George was rather lonely and hoped for a sibling.
"Such an ugly brother, how embarrassing to take him out."
"But you shouldn't just judge by appearances."
"You fell for my looks."
"That's not true."
"Besides being pretty, I'm bad-tempered, spoiled, and immature. Don't tell me you like me because of my bad temper, spoiled nature, and immaturity."
George pursed his lips, glanced at Curly, and shyly smiled. Even his ears turned red.
"I like you even with your bad temper, spoiled behavior, and immaturity..."
"I don't like you!"
"Liking someone is a personal matter."
