Nugget the tooth

It was 4:00 am in the morning. My blood shot eyes struggled to focus on Nugget. My assistants and I were reaching the 24 hour mark of trying to persuade the infamous tooth to stay in place. She resisted the wire framing like it was spaghetti. "Nugget, please!" I cried with an exhausted breath. "Oh, sure. You just needed to say please," she replied. I looked at my assistant in shock. With both let out a sigh of relief as Nugget twisted right into place and never gave us trouble again.