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I had barely sat down upon my mayoral throne before I bolted right back out the front door again. All it took was Isabelle to say Redd’s name to make me spring into action.

That sly fox… the last time he pitched his little tent up around these parts, he conned me out of 4,000 bells for a fake painting. Well, he made a terrible mistake setting foot in MY town again.

I found his tent where it always was - sitting innocently beside the town tree. However, the moment I started to walk in, I was quickly forced back out.

“Woah there, friend!” Redd exclaimed, pushing me back with a very firm paw on my chest. Sometimes I forget that these people are animals, so the sharp nails at the ends of his furry fingers really stopped me in my tracks. “Crazy Redd don’t know who you are or where you came from, but you’ve got a problem! And now YOUR problems are MY problems!”

“What do you mean you don’t know who I am?” I sneered, “I’m the flipping mayor of this joint! You’re four grand richer ‘cuz of me!”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Redd explained, keeping most of himself concealed within the tent, “we ain’t never done business since after this backwater berg got its own little law enforcement…”

Booker.
Of course, this would make Redd a little more anxious these days. Redd then explained how messy it could be if our local bobby knew that I had made any previous transactions with a character as “particular” as he is.

“Alright fine,” I huffed, “I won’t report you, but I still want in! I promised that I’d help fill up the art gallery in the museum, so…”

“Redd’s all ya got?” he finished for me.

I nodded.
He grinned.

“That’s all fine and dandy, stranger, but I’ve changed things up a little bit. See, Crazy Redd ain’t your normal high-end genuine painting salesman, it’s members only!”

“Members?” I copied, “you mean, like passwords and stuff?”

“That’s right, cuz!” Redd nodded, his voice as snake-like as ever. “You DO know the password, right?”

“Well…” I said, shuffling my feet. “N-not exactly. I mean, this is the first I’m hearing of this–”

“No password, no deals!” he declared before disappearing into the darkness of his tent.

“Now wait a minute–!”

“Expect some mail in the near future, Mr Mayor!” I heard Redd say from inside.

I kicked up some dust in his general direction before tottering back to town hall.
That’ll show him.

True to his word, I received a letter from Redd that weekend.
It read:

“To Redd’s Fan, The Mayor of Place,

Crazy Redd’s store is on the way! The Password is:
‘Top dog’
No password? No deals!!

Be there or be craaaaazy!”

His stationery felt cheap.

When his tent appeared in town plaza once again, I felt dirty approaching it. This felt illegal. I mean, it probably was, but this is even worse with me being a politician. THE politician, at that! I suppose one more scandal wouldn’t hurt. Though to be on the safe side, I did pop by the lost and found to give Booker a lot of random compliments. He took them as well as you’d expect - a lot of stuttering and blushing, but I think he appreciated them.

I was unsure how to go about this trade. I mean, how do you knock on a tent?
Redd seemed to anticipate my presence, though, so as spooky as that was, at least we could cut straight to business.

“Bottom dollar?” I heard him ask from within.

I was confused. “Huh?”

“Bottom dollar?” He repeated with more emphasis.

“Uhh… hello?”

“Ugh, the password, cuz! Say the password! When I say ‘bottom dollar’, you say…!”

“Oh! Oh! Dop Tog! I-I mean, Top Dog!”

“Good enough,” he sighed, finally granting me access to his inventory.

Oh, and if you’re wondering how it went this time…
Turns out the Captoline Wolf has two kids underneath it, not just one.

3,920 BELLS!!!

~Author’s Notes~
Even as an avid defender of New Leaf’s dialogue, there’s no denying that Redd peaked in Wild World, which is what I based this episode on. Maybe I already mentioned that in an Author’s Notes before, idk.

Redd is a really weird character to draw in my opinion. His head feels so much bigger compared to his body than the other characters that I find it hard to make him fit in next to the Mayor for instance.

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I had barely sat down upon my mayoral throne before I bolted right back out the front door again. All it took was Isabelle to say Redd’s name to make me spring into action.

That sly fox… the last time he pitched his little tent up around these parts, he conned me out of 4,000 bells for a fake painting. Well, he made a terrible mistake setting foot in MY town again.

I found his tent where it always was - sitting innocently beside the town tree. However, the moment I started to walk in, I was quickly forced back out.

“Woah there, friend!” Redd exclaimed, pushing me back with a very firm paw on my chest. Sometimes I forget that these people are animals, so the sharp nails at the ends of his furry fingers really stopped me in my tracks. “Crazy Redd don’t know who you are or where you came from, but you’ve got a problem! And now YOUR problems are MY problems!”

“What do you mean you don’t know who I am?” I sneered, “I’m the flipping mayor of this joint! You’re four grand richer ‘cuz of me!”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Redd explained, keeping most of himself concealed within the tent, “we ain’t never done business since after this backwater berg got its own little law enforcement…”

Booker.
Of course, this would make Redd a little more anxious these days. Redd then explained how messy it could be if our local bobby knew that I had made any previous transactions with a character as “particular” as he is.

“Alright fine,” I huffed, “I won’t report you, but I still want in! I promised that I’d help fill up the art gallery in the museum, so…”

“Redd’s all ya got?” he finished for me.

I nodded.
He grinned.

“That’s all fine and dandy, stranger, but I’ve changed things up a little bit. See, Crazy Redd ain’t your normal high-end genuine painting salesman, it’s members only!”

“Members?” I copied, “you mean, like passwords and stuff?”

“That’s right, cuz!” Redd nodded, his voice as snake-like as ever. “You DO know the password, right?”

“Well…” I said, shuffling my feet. “N-not exactly. I mean, this is the first I’m hearing of this–”

“No password, no deals!” he declared before disappearing into the darkness of his tent.

“Now wait a minute–!”

“Expect some mail in the near future, Mr Mayor!” I heard Redd say from inside.

I kicked up some dust in his general direction before tottering back to town hall.
That’ll show him.

True to his word, I received a letter from Redd that weekend.
It read:

“To Redd’s Fan, The Mayor of Place,

Crazy Redd’s store is on the way! The Password is:
‘Top dog’
No password? No deals!!

Be there or be craaaaazy!”

His stationery felt cheap.

When his tent appeared in town plaza once again, I felt dirty approaching it. This felt illegal. I mean, it probably was, but this is even worse with me being a politician. THE politician, at that! I suppose one more scandal wouldn’t hurt. Though to be on the safe side, I did pop by the lost and found to give Booker a lot of random compliments. He took them as well as you’d expect - a lot of stuttering and blushing, but I think he appreciated them.

I was unsure how to go about this trade. I mean, how do you knock on a tent?
Redd seemed to anticipate my presence, though, so as spooky as that was, at least we could cut straight to business.

“Bottom dollar?” I heard him ask from within.

I was confused. “Huh?”

“Bottom dollar?” He repeated with more emphasis.

“Uhh… hello?”

“Ugh, the password, cuz! Say the password! When I say ‘bottom dollar’, you say…!”

“Oh! Oh! Dop Tog! I-I mean, Top Dog!”

“Good enough,” he sighed, finally granting me access to his inventory.

Oh, and if you’re wondering how it went this time…
Turns out the Captoline Wolf has two kids underneath it, not just one.

3,920 BELLS!!!

~Author’s Notes~
Even as an avid defender of New Leaf’s dialogue, there’s no denying that Redd peaked in Wild World, which is what I based this episode on. Maybe I already mentioned that in an Author’s Notes before, idk.

Redd is a really weird character to draw in my opinion. His head feels so much bigger compared to his body than the other characters that I find it hard to make him fit in next to the Mayor for instance.

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