“Parts,” Polar Bear replied casually. I looked at him.

“Which parts?”

Polar Bear replied, “Spirit.”
Hawk replied, “Capacity.”
Duck replied, “Stomach.”
Yeti replied, “Body.”

“Ahh,” I said and looked down at our meals, hideous compared to Clown’s cooking. Clown was an ace at cooking.

“Where did Clown go?” Duck asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I, from Heart, was the most close to Clown, as well as the last one to see him.

“I came here the next morning and he was gone.” It was quite rare for all of us to gather formally, and at all since Clown disappeared.

I took another mouthful of hot chocolate. It went down very smoothly. Yeti looked up from his meal.

“We don’t find him, we turn to mush.” He was all brawn, no brain.

“Not exactly. We join together, physically, to form a new Clown. Except he won’t have us to guide or boss.” If Clown was the smartest of us, Hawk would be the next in line. I drank my hot chocolate. Hawk was as smart as one of us could get, but Clown was as smart as all of us put together.