C1145 The Weak and Delicate Mother of Bats(5)

"Is this your Frankenstein?" A drop of cold sweat rolled down Little Bat's forehead as she looked at 'Frankenstein' that puppet girl had used the dining cart to push over.

Everyone looked at the human form of mud and wood, and their faces were filled with helpless smiles.

"That's right." A puppet girl stood up and pushed her eyes. "Since Mom can make a perfect daughter like us