[h1]Dizzy[/h1]
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An impact like that should have dented a cement mixer like Dizzy beyond belief.

So when she wheeled out, dazed but unscathed, she perked up with initial confusion, then sighed with relief, sagging a bit on her axles. Now that's what I call heavy-duty construction equipment.

Dizzy rattled her head and spun her tumbler to get the figurative aches out, then took a look at her surroundings. A bit of a ways away was a large, fancy classroom building, seemingly abandoned. ([i]Must be the weekend,[/i] Dizzy thought to herself.) It had a western-European flair to its structure, perhaps Czech, or something along the lines. Maybe Bob would know.

Speaking of Bob, where was he? Dizzy twirled around on her rear wheels, her head turning in confusion. She struggled to remember what happened. Had she fallen off a construction project? No, that couldn't be; Bob wasn't working on a tower or anything, and even if he was, Dizzy would have stayed firmly on the ground. Bob would have used a wheelbarrow to carry the concrete around.

Dizzy pounded her left wheel into her right. The machines had retired for the night; Dizzy was whisked away [i]after[/i] a day of work.

"That leaves the question," the orange cement mixer declared, her mouth spinning upside down to show her confusion. "'[i]Where[/i] am I?'"

Dizzy whirled around and tilted her head to the left, noting the two conjoined train cars. Her wheels squeaked as she circled here way around the train cars and into the congregation of people and... other entities. Dizzy looked up and saw a gorilla standing atop a large, orange machine that looked like it was built from a garbage truck.

Circling around, she saw a few women, a few men... one of the men had a paper bag upon his head, and he was [i]huge.[/i] Speaking of which, he seemed to be tending to a regal knight clad in gilded armor.

Perhaps the obvious question would be, "Who are you, and where am I?"

Dizzy instead blurted, "Hi! I'm Dizzy!" She chippily gyrated about the center of the cluster of folks around her. Donkey Kong turned his head towards Dizzy and stared in confusion at the energetic cement mixer. "What kind of music do you guys like?" she asked.

Donkey Kong grinned. Now [i]here[/i] was an interesting question.