Artin sat at his desk, engrossed in a thick textbook, when suddenly, his phone buzzed to life. He picked it up to hear a small, frantic voice on the other end. Tiki, the talking clock, was lost and his voice trembled with distress. "Artin, I'm lost! I don't know where I am!" The urgency in Tiki's voice made Artin sit up straight, determination sparking in his eyes.
"Can you give me more details about where you are?" Artin asked, trying to sound calm. Tiki paused, then began to describe his surroundings in a unique, stop-motion style. "There's a brick house with a big tree next to it, and a sign that looks like a cat chasing a mouse," Tiki explained. Artin scribbled down the clues, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle.
Artin walked briskly, eyes scanning the environment for the landmarks Tiki had described. He passed street signs and house numbers, his heart pounding with each step. The drawing of a cat chasing a mouse caught his attention, and he knew he was on the right track. He quickened his pace, the thrill of the search coursing through him.
Inside, Artin approached the shopkeeper, his voice a mix of hope and urgency. "Have you seen a talking clock around here?" he asked. The shopkeeper chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. "Ah, yes! I heard about him. Here's a number you might want to call," he replied, handing Artin a slip of paper with a phone number.
Artin dialed the number, anticipation tingling in his fingertips. A funny voice answered, confirming that Tiki had been spotted and was waiting in the nearby park. Relief washed over Artin as he thanked the voice and hurried toward the park, his feet moving swiftly over the pavement.
Artin entered the park, his eyes scanning the area until they landed on Tiki, perched on a bench and looking relieved. "Artin!" Tiki called out joyfully. Artin rushed over, a smile spreading across his face. "I'm so glad I found you, Tiki," he said, feeling the warmth of a successful adventure.
Artin suggested they grab a bite to eat after their tiring day. Tiki nodded enthusiastically, and they made their way to a nearby restaurant. The waiter approached with a friendly smile. "For lunch, we have kebab and rice, Khoresh Sabzi, and many other things. What would you like to eat?" he asked, presenting the menu.
Artin turned to Tiki with a grin. "What is your favorite food, Tiki?" he inquired. Tiki replied without hesitation, "I love kebab and rice!" They placed their order and settled into their seats, relaxing after their eventful day.
As they waited for their meal, Artin glanced at Tiki and asked, "What time is it?" Tiki, ever the punctual clock, responded with a smile, "Two in the afternoon." Artin turned to the camera with a playful wink, "Don't you think it's getting late?" he quipped, breaking the fourth wall with a chuckle.
