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The following passage is a slightly abridged excerpt from a one shot I just posted on AO3 and Fanfiction.net.

March 2019

Thaddeus Plotz trudged his tiny feet along the dirt path before he reached his destination. At the edge of the local park was a small bench that overlooked a large pond. It was always his preferred place to sit whenever he came here. The view was nice, the shade provided by the trees nearby was adequate, but what he really liked was that many of the locals didn't come out this far edge of the park. So he'd be able to sit in solitude. His content smile soured when he noticed the bench that was normally vacant was occupied for once.
"Outta the way, you bird brained flappers!" Slappy Squirrel yelled. The old gray squirrel swung her cane at a few geese that flapped in her direction. One of them tried to peck at her green hat before getting pelted by her purse. She then turned around to face him. "Well look who it is, Rip Van Winkle! What's with you?"
Plotz knew the nickname she uttered was no doubt directed towards his appearance as of lately. The white hair he usually kept trimmed that had now grown out on his sides. A tiny white stubble had formed under his chin. And the sharp custom fit blue suit he always wore, was traded out with normal casual clothes and a sun hat.
"I thought I'd be sitting alone today, looks like that's not happening" the old man grumbled.
Slappy rested her arms against the bench. "You know, this is a public park, in case you haven't noticed"
"What are you doing here?"
"Relaxing? Its what old folks do. So, your gonna sit?"
Despite his better judgement, he sat down next her. They looked out on at the pond for several minutes, watching the lily pads glide across the water with the cool breeze. This spot always seemed to look a little different each time he came. The rose bushes he looked forward to see bloom had been replaced with some new bushes of orange poppies. A couple of birds flew by and they fed them seeds. Even two of the Goodfeathers, Bobby and Squit, came by for a brief moment before they flew off.
"You know, since you're not a CEO. You're not an easy target for the Warners anymore."
Plotz didn't make eye contact as he tossed a few seeds to a sparrow, "That's correct"
"So, do you miss them?
He looked at her if that were a stupid question. "Of course I don't miss them! In order for that to happen they would have to go away!"
Her smile didn't change. "Yeah, sure"
"Those three were a serious liability to me! Now that they're not, they can do whatever they want at the studio, and I won't have to clean up the mess for once!"
Slappy rolled her eyes. "Sure you didn't miss them. That's exactly why you invited them to your retirement gathering."
Plotz's eyes widened. He was not expecting her to bring that up. "T-That was just to be courteous!"
She laughed. "That party was a hoot. You took that custard pie to the face like a champ!"
Plotz cheeks flushed bright red. "Thanks, for reminding me about that."
"Admit, you've grown to like those three. I can see it in your eyes!
"I haven't!" Plotz said with clenched his teeth, hating the fact that he knew Slappy was right.
So what if he was a tiny bit fond of them? Its not like they saw him as a dad or anything like that, that duty belonged to Dr. Scatchensniff. Plotz did still get the occasional email from the trio, no doubt littered ramblings and jokes. They never called often. He made sure of that when he finally learned caller I.D. Even then, he didn't really talk to anyone outside of work. And from what he heard, the trio often made jokes at his expense at the various conventions they have attended. He figured they didn't miss him that much either. Still he continued to protest.
"Besides, I'm getting a private beach house to stay far away from here! They'll never guess where it is. Not them, or even you!"
"Let me guess, Nassau?"
"Dooh! What the-?! How did you-?!" Plotz stammered to figure out what to say to her accurate predication. He couldn't never be as quick witted as her, and she knew it.
She gave a smug smile. "Relax Plotz, I'm just having some fun..."

If you'd like to read the full story, the AO3 link to it is here: archiveofourown.org/works/3500…
Fanfiction link is also here: www.fanfiction.net/s/13986509/…

This is the first time in a while I've done a companion picture to something I wrote. I am pretty satisfied with the picture itself, even though the sky is a little pale.. Completely forgot light blue doesn't show up well in a scan. I was really more concerned with the story and making sure both Slappy and Plotz were in character. It's been a while since I've written a full story and I wanted to try doing another fanfic using characters that aren't used as often.

Description

The following passage is a slightly abridged excerpt from a one shot I just posted on AO3 and Fanfiction.net.

March 2019

Thaddeus Plotz trudged his tiny feet along the dirt path before he reached his destination. At the edge of the local park was a small bench that overlooked a large pond. It was always his preferred place to sit whenever he came here. The view was nice, the shade provided by the trees nearby was adequate, but what he really liked was that many of the locals didn't come out this far edge of the park. So he'd be able to sit in solitude. His content smile soured when he noticed the bench that was normally vacant was occupied for once.
"Outta the way, you bird brained flappers!" Slappy Squirrel yelled. The old gray squirrel swung her cane at a few geese that flapped in her direction. One of them tried to peck at her green hat before getting pelted by her purse. She then turned around to face him. "Well look who it is, Rip Van Winkle! What's with you?"
Plotz knew the nickname she uttered was no doubt directed towards his appearance as of lately. The white hair he usually kept trimmed that had now grown out on his sides. A tiny white stubble had formed under his chin. And the sharp custom fit blue suit he always wore, was traded out with normal casual clothes and a sun hat.
"I thought I'd be sitting alone today, looks like that's not happening" the old man grumbled.
Slappy rested her arms against the bench. "You know, this is a public park, in case you haven't noticed"
"What are you doing here?"
"Relaxing? Its what old folks do. So, your gonna sit?"
Despite his better judgement, he sat down next her. They looked out on at the pond for several minutes, watching the lily pads glide across the water with the cool breeze. This spot always seemed to look a little different each time he came. The rose bushes he looked forward to see bloom had been replaced with some new bushes of orange poppies. A couple of birds flew by and they fed them seeds. Even two of the Goodfeathers, Bobby and Squit, came by for a brief moment before they flew off.
"You know, since you're not a CEO. You're not an easy target for the Warners anymore."
Plotz didn't make eye contact as he tossed a few seeds to a sparrow, "That's correct"
"So, do you miss them?
He looked at her if that were a stupid question. "Of course I don't miss them! In order for that to happen they would have to go away!"
Her smile didn't change. "Yeah, sure"
"Those three were a serious liability to me! Now that they're not, they can do whatever they want at the studio, and I won't have to clean up the mess for once!"
Slappy rolled her eyes. "Sure you didn't miss them. That's exactly why you invited them to your retirement gathering."
Plotz's eyes widened. He was not expecting her to bring that up. "T-That was just to be courteous!"
She laughed. "That party was a hoot. You took that custard pie to the face like a champ!"
Plotz cheeks flushed bright red. "Thanks, for reminding me about that."
"Admit, you've grown to like those three. I can see it in your eyes!
"I haven't!" Plotz said with clenched his teeth, hating the fact that he knew Slappy was right.
So what if he was a tiny bit fond of them? Its not like they saw him as a dad or anything like that, that duty belonged to Dr. Scatchensniff. Plotz did still get the occasional email from the trio, no doubt littered ramblings and jokes. They never called often. He made sure of that when he finally learned caller I.D. Even then, he didn't really talk to anyone outside of work. And from what he heard, the trio often made jokes at his expense at the various conventions they have attended. He figured they didn't miss him that much either. Still he continued to protest.
"Besides, I'm getting a private beach house to stay far away from here! They'll never guess where it is. Not them, or even you!"
"Let me guess, Nassau?"
"Dooh! What the-?! How did you-?!" Plotz stammered to figure out what to say to her accurate predication. He couldn't never be as quick witted as her, and she knew it.
She gave a smug smile. "Relax Plotz, I'm just having some fun..."

If you'd like to read the full story, the AO3 link to it is here: archiveofourown.org/works/3500…
Fanfiction link is also here: www.fanfiction.net/s/13986509/…

This is the first time in a while I've done a companion picture to something I wrote. I am pretty satisfied with the picture itself, even though the sky is a little pale.. Completely forgot light blue doesn't show up well in a scan. I was really more concerned with the story and making sure both Slappy and Plotz were in character. It's been a while since I've written a full story and I wanted to try doing another fanfic using characters that aren't used as often.