WALL-E: Growth

PR-T said things. A lot of things. One of the things she would often say, when she was not trapped in an extended soliloquy on how she SO understood what her customer was going through, was that girls liked "big, TALL men."

Upon hearing that one day, WALL-E realized he was smaller than EVE. Up until then, it hadn't been a problem: he rather liked getting to ride around in the white probe's arms, and he had never given their individual sizes much thought anyway. Yet if, as PR-T had stated with such conviction, women liked "big, TALL men", did that mean EVE did not like him? Clearly, it was true; PR-T would never have said it if it wasn't. Of course, EVE seemed to like him a lot, but WALL-E did not want to take any chances. He resolved to make himself taller.

The only problem was that, as a robot, he did not grow. No matter how long he waited or how hard he willed it to be so, WALL-E did not gain an inch. Not one to be so easily defeated, he attempted to find other ways. He re-adjusted his treads to hold him vertically rather than horizontally (this made movement more or less impossible, but whatever worked...), he extended his neck as high as it could go (this was quite the strain on its joints, but it DID make him taller...), and he put a safety cone on his head (his neck positioned as it was, this meant he had to put it over his eyes...). At this point, he had to make sure he was taller than EVE, so he waited for her to show up.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Techincally, it was only an hour's weight, but with his treads uncomfortably balanced on the ground, his neck begging to bend just a wee bit, and the sight of dark orange becoming increasingly ugly, it felt a lot longer. Eventually, however, the familiar swooping sound of EVE flying by entered his audio receptors. This was followed by a confused chrip, and a soft whisper of "WALL-E?"

"Ev-ah." he replied in a lower tone than usual; big tall men had big tall voices, after all.

EVE giggled and, unable to resist, flicked the safety cone off of WALL-E's eyes. Able to see again (and his eyes hurting from the sudden burst of light as they were freed from the Orange tyranny), he realized his mission was a success! He was taller than EVE! The probe, however, merely giggled again, motioning for WALL-E to let his treads down. Once he had (giving his neck the bend it had been so desperate for), she rested her head upon his and gave him a little spark of a kiss, letting him know height was no issue between them.

WALL-E was quite happy to know that; he had been terrified of holding that pose forever!