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Toon It Up: Big Bro Calling Preview
🕑 Added 2021-09-15 13:15:52 +0000 UTCThe pink toon nodded. “I understand. Life’s ruff sometimes.” She sighed, “I’ve seen it all before with tons of peoples. Oooooh, it’s doubly sad to see kids so glum and down too! I wish I could help somehow.”
Alice lit up, excitement coursing through as hope returned to her. “M-m-maybe you can! Oh-oh, maybe you can hit daddy with a mallet or drop him in one of those toon hole thingies and make him disappear forever!”
The dog giggled. “Oh, wonderful ideas, no doubt! I’m personally attached to the mallet idea myself.” Her attitude dropped a little. “However, I don’t think they’re good solutions in the long run for dealing with a jerk like your dad.”
“Oh…” And there went the brief flickers of hope within the young girl. “W-well… do you have any ideas?”
The pink pupper frowned. “No. I got nuthin’ either. Nuthin’ practical or cheap either.” She sighed again, “Oh, if only terrible stuff like this could be settled with a thrown pie or silly explosion.”
Alice sank lower. “I… I just wanna help my mom and lil’ sister, no matter what. I just wanna do something to help and protect them.”
The dog’s ears perked. “Protect them?”
“Mhm! I don’t want them to get hurt!”
The dog nodded, scratching her chin. “Well… I suppose there is sumthing. May not be the best idea and might not be popular… but it is something.”
Alice looked up again, her heart racing harder. “N-no! I want to do it! Anything to help mom and sis, I’ll do it!”
“Well, okie-dokie, I got sumthing!” The toon opened a latch on her cart and reached a paw in. Then she reached two...and then her whole body besides her tail and legs, which waggled and wagged eagerly.
POP! She resurfaced, holding in her mitts a hat. It was a green baseball cap with foam steer horns on its sides. There was a bright “#1” logo on it’s center.
She gently dusted it off and handed Alice the cap. “Here you are! Not as sweet as the bracelet there, but whatcha gonna do? You’ll need to be #1 to do what you want to do.”
Alice took the cap and looked it over. It looked so goofy with the silly horns attached, but in a cute kind of way. She eagerly donned the hat, finding that it fit almost perfectly.
Adjusting it, she asked, “How do I lo-” However, looking back, there was a slight breeze, and the dog and her cart were gone.
Alice’s eyes widened, her heart racing with joy. It was just like in all of those movies or books. Was that dog her fairy godmother, an angel, or maybe something else?
Either way, she eyed her hat, looking at the bottom of its rim. So… does it do anything now or later? She looked at her arms and legs. She shook them all one at a time. Didn’t feel any stronger, faster, or anything.
“Humph, I was hopin’ for sumthing,” she snorted, putting her hands on her hips. The snort was gruffer than usual, her nose twitching and looking a bit wider than before.
