7 Me, Myself, and I and, Uh, One More Me

CHAPTER SEVEN ME, MYSELF, AND I... AND, UH, ONE MORE ME Franny tightened a few screws here and there, and the Franbots were finally complete. She wound them up as tight as she could—as tight as they would go—and with the flip of a few switches, they were fully activated. The Franbots stood quietly, awaiting their instructions.

"Franbot Number One," Franny began. "Your insides were engineered to be particularly good at playing the bagpipe. You will be handling our music lessons." The Franbot thumped its steel chest. "Yes, Franny," the robot said in a voice that sounded a lot like Franny's. "Franbot Number Two, you will be the soccer player. You'll notice that your legs have been designed for extremely

powerful kicking." The Franbot flexed its powerful limbs. "Yes, Franny," the robot said in a voice that also sounded a lot like Franny's. "And Franbot Number Three, you will attend the gourmet- cooking classes. You have been outfitted with a special Food Ray that will make it easy for you to create your various recipes in a flash."

The Franbot looked at the Food-Ray Blaster it could flip out of its wrist. "Yes, Franny," the last Franbot said in a voice that sounded a lot like—you guessed it—Franny's.

"Mom expects a lot of commitment from all of you, so remember: You must always do your best. You must strive for excellence. That is what is most important here: Excellence."

The Franbots beeped as if they were taking very careful notes of this instruction. "Excellence," they said together, and nodded obediently.