When it was finally built, they took turns

holding Golden Helper II in their hands.

“Heavy,” Mrs. Fun said. “But I still don’t get what it does.”

Then she helped her husband put on welding gloves

that reached up to his elbow.

“Think of it like this,” Mr. Fun said. “Imagine that, when you
give me a kiss, I take that kiss and turn it into something else,
like a compliment for our son, who turns it into a good deed at
school, and so on and so on, and the energy keeps going, keeps
turning through the universe on the same course, forever and
with no one name.”