It was terribly unfortunate that Vinnie wasn't the complete master of his motor controls. It kind of made him a sitting duck in the event of people bursting out of the bushes to tackle him. Gosh it sure would suck if that kind of thing was something that happened very often.

. . . It might not have happened often, but it was definitely happening now.

One moment Vinnie had been recovering on his own on the soft grass. The next was a confusing rush of motion that somehow ended with one (1) Bulba attached to Vinnie's middle in a fierce hug.

Good morning, Vinnie. You were apparently a saur magnet.