-Technician Mariano***Mr. Tomaso, you said our remaining budget for play therapy is "000,000," but the cost

of said action with the phones is "0,000,000." However, we've been discussing it in the workshop, and our

colleague Pietro came up with another, more feasible and brilliant idea. As you know, our company is

affiliated with the CITY COUNCIL, and we depend on its decisions, in addition to the budgets available for it.

That's why Pietro contacted the Councilor for Social Affairs to explain the situation... Guess what the

Councilor's response was!

-Director Tomaso***What? Tell me, tell me...!

-Technician Mariano***The Councilor didn't hesitate for a second and told us that there were some budget

allocations for other, less important matters, and so they're going to use them for this matter, because he

believes it's of greater importance and necessity.

… In fact, they've made us an even better counterproposal

… Let me explain!!

…We currently have 420 rooms occupied by those long-stay kids, and considering the possibility of expanding

to 450 rooms, we could buy 450 PCs and connect all the kids together. We've also mentioned this to the

maintenance manager, and he's told us they'd also like to do their part, and the company will cover the Wi-Fi.

It's the least we can do for those kids!

-Director Tomaso*** Oh my God, this is what you call seeing the light in a dark room! Thank you very much,

Mariano. My thanks also go to Pietro, the maintenance manager, and the councilman!... Start looking for

those PCs right now, and I'll tell Potato and Potito!

 

...Director Tomaso decided to tell Potato, Potito and the little devil in person and headed towards the sixth

floor all smiles, tripping on every step but with nothing that could stop him from being so excited!!

 

...What a slow elevator

...And what a long hallway

...612! Come on, 631! Come on, come on, 645!... There's 666, Potato, Potito, little devil! The three of them looked

out into the hallway upon hearing the shouts of Director Tomaso and Nurse Clotilde, who was at the

reception desk in the hallway, trying to calm him down.

-nurse "clotilde"***...Tschisss, tischissss, for God's sake, Mr. Tomaso, lower your voice, this is a hospital!

-Director Tomaso***Attention Potato, Potito, Clotilde, and little devil, I have news for you... Oh my goodness,

how excited and happy I am!

...The phones aren't going to be possible!

-Potato, Potito, and Clotilde***How!!, when!!, what!!...whyyyy??

-Director Tomaso***...Relax, it's because it's over budget, buuuut!

...The technicians have come up with something even better! Better than being connected by phone, it will be

being able to talk, play, and even see each other using the PCs we're going to buy for them... Yess ...

What do you think of the idea, little devil?

-Albert (little devil)***Yesssss, I like it a lot, yesssssss... Thanks Mr. Tomaso, I love it so much!... Potato, Potito,

did you hear that?

Everyone exploded with joy when they saw the technicians appear from the end of the hallway, loaded with

boxes of state-of-the-art PCs and their tool bags to get them up and running as soon as possible!

The little devil ran toward them, filled with joy as if he had seen Santa Claus himself, crying with joy,

something that made Director Tomaso, Nurse Clotilde, Potato and Potito cry, and even technician Mariano,

along with his colleagues, shed tears.

Potato and Potito looked at each other smiling, while Nurse Clotilde kissed them on the cheek, hugged them,

and said:

-Nurse "Clotilde"*** (I wish all the endings in these places were like this... And all thanks to my two brave

princes... "Potato and Potito.")