Chronicles of the White Boy Summer Club Easter and 4/20 Special: “Madrid’s Paw" Created by Dumpsterhuggies Based on a series by Nazoc Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and parody. Viewer discretion is advised. Gareth and Madrid strode through the halls of Merwick High. Gareth was an all-white skunk, and Madrid a purple dogmonkey. It was Easter and also the end of spring break. “Ayoooo, can you believe Easter is on 4/20 this year?” Gareth said. He wore a somewhat school uniform type outfit under his oversized khaki jacket, with a skirt and kneesocks, and an ornament that looked like a bunny marshmallow peep in his white hair which was styled in a light perm. He also of course wore his shoes with ‘yeezy’ on them. “Yeahhhh, weed day, primo!” Madrid said. He was wearing his usual style, a worn parka over a band tee, and jean shorts. Also the two wore exceptionally thick diapers, amongst a crowd of other kids who wear diapers. “Yeahhhh, and Adolf Hitler’s birthday! Weeeewwwww!” Gareth said, raising his voice. “What-“ “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HITLER! YEAH! WEW!” Gareth turned around and screamed with his hands raised up and out. “NIGGAS IN ARGENTINA YEAHHHHHHHHHH!” All the fellow students around stared in a mix of shock and contempt. “What the fuck, Gareth.” Madrid said. “Adolf fuckin’ Hitler?” “Nah bruh I’m just fuckin’ wit you, but I mean, he made some good points.” “He’s- ugh. He’s like- ugh. I mean he was genocid- ugh. Fuckin’.” Madrid facepalmed. “This is why I don’t like being friends with you sometimes.” “¿Por qué tan serio?” Gareth asked, holding his hands up to his chest with a frown. “Because that’s serious shit, ese.” Madrid said, sighing in exasperation. “Anyways, I’m on campus beautification all day for the afterschool easter celebration, so like, yeah.” He walked away. “Harumph.” Gareth walked to the changing room, looking a bit sulky. He ignored all the boys up in there and proceeded to one of the empty stalls. He closed it behind him and snorting was heard, then he emerged, visibly exhilarated. He then walked to class. It was his first new class, science class with Ms. Nojiro, who was a red-headed tiger and a living ghost who walked the land of Ohio. He was just late enough to count as right on time. “Hello Gareth, now let’s continue, seating arrangements!” She said, holding up a piece of paper. She verbally directed each student to a seat. “...Gareth, chair b-3.” Gareth went to his seat, and look who he got put next to. “Aw great.” Him and Nazoc said simultaneously. Ms. Nojiro was explaining some sciencey shit, I honestly couldn’t remember what they teach in high school science class. Maybe something about the mitochondria being the powerhouse of the cell. Either way, Gareth was taking notes and Nazoc was daydreaming and scribbling. “Hmmm.” Gareth couldn’t help but glance at his notes, of which there were approximately jack and shit. “Nazoc, if you won’t apply yourself...” “Here we go...” Nazoc said. “Why are you here bro?” “What?” Nazoc squinted and turned his gaze towards him. “Like... why do you even come to school, man. Your whole ‘Going Home Club’ seems kinda self-defeating when it’s somehow both a club about doing fuck all and... and like... it’s a school club?” Nazoc scoffed. “Why do you come to school if you’re just gonna spend the whole time geeked?” “Oh shit, that obvious? Hahaha!” Gareth said. “Man that shit enhances my concentration, youknwumsayin’?” “Ahem.” Ms. Nojiro said, poking Gareth in the head with the clicky end of a pen. “Ah! Shiiii-“ “No chatter or swearing you two. Anyways,” A hatch in the floor opened and a purple robot came out. “Now it’s time for everyone’s favorite part of class, I added some new functionality to Magna.” Magna raised her arm and it transformed into a launcher. “Fiber optic easter egg cannon.” Gareth gasped. “Lot of money in this shit.” He said under his breath. Magna then fired the cannon, sending an easter egg hurtling at extremely high speeds. The whole class ducked as it went through multiple walls. Silence was heard, then a distant “Oy vey!” Gareth gasped again. “No w-“ The cops led Magna out in handcuffs. “Just so everyone knows, we frown upon hate crimes.” One of the cops said. “Well shit.” Gareth said, Nazoc having a dumbfound look on his face. Ms. Nojiro looked baffled. “Uhh, frankly, I’m depressed and ashamed. I think you all can just... sit and read chapter 29 until class is over.” “Swag, I already read that whole book Ms. Nojiro.” Gareth said. “Alright Gareth, you uh, goof off I guess. Nazoc, nose in your book please.” Nazoc grumbled as he read his book, while Gareth reclined in his chair. The rest of the morning classes proceeded without any major incident, until the lunch and club period came around. Gareth walked out the school building and looked for Madrid, and in no time found him helping to prune bushes. “Ayo Madrid! What’s good, nigga?” “Nothin’, cabron.” Madrid said, not diverting his eyes from what he was doing. A chubby purple raccoon boy rolled up in a wheelchair. He wore a black tank top and a sunhat. He had a basket of easter eggs in his lap, balancing on the front of his diaper. “Hi Gareth!” “Ayyy, Enrico Vidalis, what’s good?” “Huhuh. This easter’s gonna be good!” He said, beaming. “Right on man, it’s easter and four twentyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Gareth said. “Damn it Gareth, I’m trying to concentrate here.” Madrid said, being a bit heavy handed with the loppers. “Wanna help us out?” Enrico asked. “I totally would man, but I’ve got a hankering for a little food, I got a little bit of the munchies.” He took some of that cartnite meth pack out and hit it. “Admittedly not that much, but ay, a nigga want a pizza. Ay, Madrid, wanna take a break from that and go to Pussy’s?” “I said sod off Gareth, I’m busy.” Madrid said. Gareth made a whine. “Alllllright.” Rowan suddenly rode up on his scooter. “Did somerizzy say pizza?” “Ayyyy, there’s my li’l nigga.” Gareth said. Gareth and Rowan went to Pussy’s Pizzeria, Rowan beating him by several minutes. Gareth went inside and Rowan waved to him, so he went and sat in the booth with him, snuggling up a little and stretching out. “Ahhhh. You already order?” “Yup, you can fanum tax. I got Sparite since they didn’t have Dr. Bob here.” “That’s coo’.” A moment passed before another guy in the store got up and approached their table. “Yo, you Gareth Armstrong?” “Uhh, yeah, what’s poppin’?” Gareth asked, taking sips of his Sparite. “Alex Leotardo, pleased to meet you.” He extended his hand. He was an orange cat with frizzy orange hair, and wore a green jacket over a tracksuit. “I heard a lot about you.” They shook, and Alex took a seat opposite of Gareth. “Did you now?” “Yeah and there are some parts of it I find kinda dorky, you know, to be honest acting like a fuckin’ moolinyan isn’t my style. Actually the same could be said for pretty much the whole deal you got goin’ on, but I could use a man with your... talents.” “Ohh?” Gareth asked. He took out a flask and heavily spiked his Sparite. Alex glanced around before leaning in. “Some guy owes me almost two boxes of ziti, and he drives this fuckin’ expensive car. I want to see that thing destroyed but I don’t want to end up eating grilled cheese off the radiator again. So I thought of the Nine Lakes Kia Boys, naturally, and look what the cat dragged in.” “No way! Are you in the mafia?” “What?!” Alex glanced around again. “There is no mafia.” “Well either way, I’m in, what’s the pay?” Alex took out about tree fitty and a piece of paper and leaned over, stuffing it in one of Gareth’s pockets. “I wrote down a description of the vehicle and license plate, but you’ll find it in no time if you just look for a car that looks like a fuckin’ finook drives it. You’ll get the other half after the job is done.” “No way! Just to do the same thing I normally do but only make less than a hundred bucks a car and with less steps? Damn.” Gareth said. “What color is your bugatti?” Rowan said. “Now don’t talk me down on the price. Anyways, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some shfuyadell’ with my name on it.” Alex said, getting up and leaving. The server came to their table. “Large old blue eyes, gentlemen. Soft drinks of choice.” Gareth and Rowan walked up into one of the school’s art clubs, where they were having a little easter celebration. Some of the students ate small cupcakes as they sat around and doodled easter-themed things, and of course, punch was being distributed. “Hope nobody spiked that punch bowl, we don’t need a bunch of art kids tweakin’, huh.” Gareth said. He walked up to a dog boy with light brown-colored fur and blue eyes, on the shorter side but not as small in stature as Gareth. He had a vacant, staring look in his eyes which barely reacted to stimuli but otherwise his demeanor was completely normal and ordinary. “Ay, there’s my boy Charlie Studebaker.” “Hi Gareth!” They dapped up. Charlie wore an outfit with a beret and a paint-stained apron. “Ayo I wanna draw some, like, pictures and shit nigga.” “Well go ahead, we got enough crayons for everyone.” He walked toward a table and felt around for a crayon, finding a whole box of them and passing one to Gareth, who accepted it with both hands. “Alright, we’re so Adin Ross guys, like holy skibidi.” Rowan said. Charlie laughed and handed Rowan a crayon too. The two of them went for the paper and got some, then they noticed Madrid was there. He looked and smelled sweaty. “Ayyy Madrid, finish early?” “Yeah actually, the tasks assigned to me at least. Whoo, this addy got me tweakin’.” “Ayyyy. Let’s draw some fuckin’ pictures.” Gareth and Rowan lay around a rug on the floor with a puzzle piece pattern on it, drawing pictures among the crowd of other students doing the same thing. Madrid was painting on an easel. “Whatcha drawin’ Gareth?” “Patience young jit, you will see in time.” Gareth said. “Attention,” Charlie tapped the side of a punch cup. “Everybody here gathered to draw some fun doodles, we will now be having a surprise art contest! Whoever makes the best drawing will receive a prize. The judges will be me, Cecil, and Principal Fleaman.” He gestured to Cecil and a rat person in a suit respectively. “A contest?! Holy Fanum!” Gareth looked around and saw Nazoc in the crowd, who looked furious that Cecil was one of the judges. “I’m so motivated to win this just so he doesn’t get it.” He started drawing frantically, skunk tail lashing about. His diaper was pretty sodden by now, he was so concentrated on the doodle. “Yeah, we’re in this to win it, cabron. You better be summoning your best art skills whiteboiais.” “Oh yeah, you got that rizz my titan cameraman.” Rowan said. “Trust me Madrid, this shit finna be bussin’.” Gareth said. Later, when all the kids but the slow ones finished their drawings, Charlie called them to assemble for the judgement. “Alright Nazoc, show us your drawing.” Charlie said. Nazoc held up a drawing. It was done in marker and depicted himself and his band playing. “Alright! That looks pretty solid so I’m going to rate it 8 out of 10, you just need to work on anatomy and stuff. Cecil?” “Well, it looks a little rushed if you ask me, but otherwise solid work Maya. 7 out of 10.” “Really?” Nazoc asked. “Aw shit.” Gareth said. The rat man stood there, and this horrible noise kept coming out of his gullet. He smelled like liquor and spoke with a wheeze. “You kids and your damn music. I’m rating this one a 3 out of 10.” Nazoc had to stifle himself hard from saying the word ‘fuck’. “Next! Naomi, show us your drawing.” Naomi walked up and presented an unanatomical anime styled drawing of herself with a trans rights flag behind her, taking up most of the paper. “Trans rights guys, trans rights! Words are violence!” She raised her fist. Madrid facepalmed. “Uhhhh, I’m gonna have to rate that at just like a 5... Sorry... It’s just not that, uhhh, it looks like it has no effort put in besides the face and the flag. Cecil?” “Uhhhhhhhh-“ Cecil said, talking over Naomi who was swearing frantically. “What is this weeb slop I’m looking at? Studebaker’s analysis is correct, there’s no effort in anything but making a political statement. 0/10.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Naomi said. “Our heckin’ lives are not political!” “Principal Fleaman?” Fleaman made a groan. “Do I even have to rate this one? You know what, I’m not going to. Get this the fuck out of here.” “Yeah... Sorry...” Charlie said. “What the fuck! This is literally genocide...!” Armed SCIB Agents entered the room and escorted Naomi out. “Heheh... Alright, next. Gareth, show us your drawing.” Gareth walked up with a drawing that depicted himself hanging out in Argentina with a wolf with a distinct toothbrush moustache and hair in Argentina. “This is me hanging out with Hitler in Argentina! And it’s Easter too. See the bunny rabbits and stuff?” “Wow Gareth, that looks great! I love all the details and stuff. 9/10. Cecil?” Cecil leaned on the table with his hands folded. “Hnh. Adolf Hitler. Well, he was a guy, I’ll say that much. You have some skill indeed, Armstrong. 7/10.” Gareth fist pumped. Principal Fleaman moved to speak. “Uggghhhhh, damn it, Gareth that guy killed literally 6 gorillion jews. You can’t just joke about that!” “Joke?” Gareth asked. “God damn you, you little shit, I’m gonna fucking-“ He lunged at Gareth. “AHHHH!” Gareth ducked and dived and hid behind Madrid. “Principal Fleaman!” Cecil said as Madrid pushed him back. “Woah, you an adult and shit, you don’t want these hands. You think you do but you don’t, vato. You can’t even do that, your ass is gonna get arrested.” Madrid said. Cecil got up and helped pull him back. “Simmer down man, simmer down!” Fleaman stopped as he was escorted back to his chair, groaning and pulling out a pill to pop. “1/10, you hear me, you little bastard! 1/10!” “Aw shit.” Gareth said. “Ey, it is what it is bruh.” Madrid said. He now wore an apron smudged with black and purple paint. “What he said is only based on the census data anyways. Claiming that 6 gorillion less jews being in germany after World War 2 must mean they all got killed by the nazis is absurd. Not to downplay it cause I don’t want anything like that to happen again, but the total deaths are likely far less and mostly from starvation.” “Nahhh- Wait-.” Madrid thought for a second. “Is that true?” “As far as I know yeah.” Charlie took a sip of punch, rubbing his head. “Alright, uhhhh... Rowan? Show us your drawing?” Rowan presented a drawing of himself in a bugatti with Andrew Tate, who was a squirrel in this universe. A kemono Skibidi Toilet was in the background as well as Titan Cameraman and Speakerman. “Look, this is me rizzing the town with Andrew Tate and Skibidi Toilet.” “Wow Rowan! I love Skibidi Toilet! I like the use of perspective too. 8/10.” Cecil pushed his glasses up on his nose. “I don’t know anything about this Skibidi Toilet nonsense and I’ve only heard bad things about Andrew Tate, but nonetheless, I must agree with Studebaker. 6/10.” “Goddamn kids and your cartoons. At least there’s nothing outright offensive in this one. 5/10.” “Aw Pizza Tower, it’s so joever.” Rowan stepped away. “Alright now, we’re making headway here. Madrid, show us your drawing.” Madrid turned his easel around, revealing an extremely detailed facial portrait of himself, mostly in black and white with small accents of purple on a dark, abstract background. His expression was melancholic. “Like, yeah.” Charlie’s eyebrows nearly entered escape velocity. “Woh!!! That’s great Madrid! 10/10! 10/10!” He clapped. “I like it. Excellent use of shading and details. 9/10.” Cecil said. The principal groaned. “Well even though this looks lame, emo, and gay, at least this one’s finally something tasteful, and some real art. None of that fake tablet crap that the kids use nowadays, that’s not real art. I guess I’ll give this one a 6/10.” “Wow Madrid, he didn’t tear yours a new asshole. That’s progress.” Gareth said. “Hnh.” Madrid took out a candy cigarette and placed it in his mouth. Charlie soon went through the remaining submissions and the judges had a discussion before naming a victor. “Alright, the winner is... Madrid!” The crowd around them clapped for Madrid. “Woohoo! That’s my latinx nigga right there! Damn!” “Conrizzulations!” “To be honest with you Charlie, I’m surprised.” Madrid said. “Now your prize is... the joy of making art! Yeah! Am I right guys?” Various kids in the class got confused faces and started cussing, including Nazoc. “Heheh, sheeeeeeeeit.” Gareth said. Gareth, naturally, instead of spending the rest of their designated club time doing anything related to clubs went to go smash up that car in broad daylight. It was indeed a tricked out, faggot ass car. “Yeah Rowan, yeah, hit that bitch. This car is as bad as Hector Garrison’s car.” Gareth said. The scene cut to Hector Garrison driving his souped-up truck. “Dude, this car kicks ass! And I can watch Madagascar while I’m driving!” “What kinda music do you like, Gloria?” A lion on screen asked. “Hippo-hop! Whoo! Yeah baby!” “Hahahaha, dude those furs are so fucking funny they make me want to merge without looking!” He then merged without looking on the highway, causing a massive traffic accident. “Yeahhhh Merwick!” Gareth continued the process of smashing the windows up with his Louisville slugger. Rowan was using a tire iron and just going wild on the sides of the car, denting it many times. “Woo! I’m baby gronk!” A pimped out caddy suddenly drove up on the grass adjacent to him. The fur driving it was a pink and white flying fox wearing an outfit of similar, softer colors, with a wide brimmed hat and robe lined with faux fur. “Do I spy a couple hot young pieces of ass engaged in crime?” Rowan looked perplexed, while Gareth simply smirked. “Yeah, what about it? Ay, I like your ride.” A dark grey wolfmonkey leaned out of the other side of the caddy. He had on a leather jacket, and a cross necklace adorned his slight bust. “You do too much, primo.” “Jeah, I bet you could make a lot more money if you found a better direction for your talents.” The flying fox said, licking his lips. “Heh, I have a feeling I know whatchu mean. Who are you anyways?” The flying fox stepped out. He was exceptionally tall, with his huge wings folded around himself in a manner accenting his pimp coat. He also had a mad thick diaper with hot pink frills, openly displayed. “I’m Primrose, and this here is my buddy Luca.” Luca flashed the sign of the horns. “Alright, Primrose. So, Rowan, you heard of this guy?” Gareth asked. “Nigga, are you deaf? I’m a pimp named Primrose.” “He is a pimp.” Rowan said. “Alright, pimp named Primrose, I’ll take you up on that offer. Right after I finish smashing this nigga’s car.” Sometime later, Gareth and Rowan were in the back of the car with Primrose and Luca in front. They were now clothed in bunnysuits with the characteristic leotards and pairs of black faux bunny ears. “Gareth, this is makin’ my diaper chafe like Pewdiepie.” “At least we’ll be stackin’ that paper, young blood. So, Primrose, are you a pedophile?” “Helllllll jeah, jeune négro, I’m a certified loverboy, certified pedophile~” Luca casually hotboxed the car with meth smoke. “Yeah mang, shit’s fucked up. But at least it brings in the paper.” He spoke like some cholo motherfucker. “Mmm, Primrose, can you accommodate a prior, uhhh, commitment I have?” “What’s would that be, mon chéri?” Primrose was whippin’ it around in the caddy. “Lessee...” Gareth looked at his fake rolex. “Oh shit, it’s only about noon. Guess I got plenty of time before I go to that easter shit.” “Ohhhh, why don’t we all crash the party later~?” “Hell yeah like, word nigga, ya kna mean.” Gareth said. “Ooh! We’ll show up like Andrew Tate!” You know who said. Primrose then took notice of a pedestrian on the sidewalk. As he spoke, he pulled some white crystalline drug out and used his fingerclaw to rub some on his gums. “Hold up, I’ve gotta make a stop.” He then popped out of the car. “Hey. Hey! I see you there! Where’s my money, bitch?!” He started running and then flapped his wings to advance upon his obstreperous ho. The sound of savage beating was then heard. Luca pulled out a cigarette. “So uhhh... You young ass white niggas smoke?” “I do.” Gareth said, raising his hand while Rowan stood in bewilderment. Luca passed him one and they both lit up. The secondhand caused Rowan to cough immediately. Primrose returned, blood on his knuckles. “Damn man, look at that, look!” He held them up, then shut the door and resumed driving. He turned on the radio and Be Faithful by Fatman Scoop started playing. After a minute of driving around, a devious smirk crossed Primrose’s face. “I just remembered, I like to break in my new bitches.” He pulled into an alley and then turned the radio slightly down. He then turned back toward Gareth and gazed at him like the vixen he resembled, gazing at prey. Before long, he was in the backseat stripping off their clothes. His average-sized member was making a noticeable tent in his diaper. “Yessss, it’s time to have some fun.” He said, licking his lips. “Aw shit.” Luca was getting an erection himself watching as that young white meat was revealed. “I might commit some sins today.” “Heheh, alright...” Gareth said, blood running to his face, and his little child-sized dick. Soon, Primrose entered Gareth from behind, while Luca fondled and kissed his front parts. They committed a couple molestations of great proportion, getting all hot and sweaty in the process. Later, Rowan and Gareth were hot in the seat and felt like great big messes of people. “Oh yeah...” Gareth said, stupefied by what just occurred. “M-my butt feels sore.” Rowan said. “Haha, jes.” Primrose said. “Now you’re ready for the next customer.” Primrose drove the caddy around, and soon drove by a familiar orange cat, whose attention was immediately caught. He walked up to the car, which rolled to a stop. “Hey, nice ride. The Top G and Rowan? Fuck are you two doing back there? Is you’s a couple’a whowas?” Alex said. “Oh shit, hey Alex.” Gareth said, now back in his clothes. “Hey there, are you a potential, mmmm, patron~?” Primrose asked. Alex thought this out and a devious look came on his face to match the near-constant diabolical look on Primrose’s snout. “Yeah, but I’m expectin’ a discount for used goods.” “Ohhhhhhh fuck.” Gareth said, his heart thumping hard. “Oh god, I’m so livvy dunne. D-do I get a choice to opt out?” Rowan asked. “Yeah, guess I only want that one, huh.” Alex said. Primrose gained a brief look of annoyance. “Très bien, jeune garçon. You may sit this one out. But I’ll find work for you yet.” He flashed a grin to Rowan, who gulped. “Rate?” Alex asked. “For this one, ninety dollars an hour.” He forked over the cash for an hour. “Alright Gary, you’re my goomah or somethin’ now. Let’s go, get out the car.” “Wait, have a little something to make you go.” Primrose said, slinking back toward Gareth and holding out a fingerful of white crystals. Gareth eagerly took it up his nose, then stepped from the car not so eagerly. “Do good work, mon amie.” The flying fox then drove off. “Heheh. This is funny.” Gareth said. “Yeah, I know that ya fuckin’ stunad. Now quick, to the next alleyway, my new fucktoy.” “Aww shit.” Gareth said. He was then herded toward a dirty alleyway. “Yeah, right here.” Alex said. Gareth turned and noticed his erection in his diaper. It was tented so much, his dick had to be huge to do in a diaper so thick and wet. “Alright I gotta ask, you just met me and you already want to fuck me?” “Save the questions for later, whowa. But for now let’s just say I likes ya and I wants ya.” He slapped Gareth’s diaperbutt, causing him to straighten up and bite his lip. Alex then placed his hands on his hips. Gareth braced his hands against the walls of some restaurant, as Alex bared his big orange kitty cock. Gareth felt it enter through his diaper leghole, and begin to dig into his insides. Alex sniffed up the scent of sweat and sighed a sigh that betrayed great lust. He then started to viciously fuck Gareth. A few hours later, Gareth was sitting in the caddy, his butt sore. Rowan sat there with a look of pain in his eyes, both from his butt and fresh mental scars. “It’s a great day today~” Primrose said. “Yeah, yeah. You could say that.” Gareth said, sitting and rocking while his mind ruminated upon what just happened. He looked at his watch again. “Hey Primrose, it’s about that time.” “Oh jeah, way ahead of you mon amie. Let’s roll.” Luca eyed a club just yonder. “Yo, fuck that kiddie easter shit, cabron. I’m gonna go celebrate the right way. With hard liquor and that crystal.” He stepped out as Primrose slowed down for him. The faux vixen floored it to Merwick High. “Oh yeah, I need uhhh, a quick shower and outfit change for this.” Primrose crashed his caddy through the fence into the school courtyard. There was still much ado about Gareth’s mind and psyche, but he was feeling refreshed from the shower he took, as did Rowan too. The whole place was decorated with streamers and things of many pastel colors, evocative of spring and easter bunnies. The lot of them in the car stepped out. “Ahh, that sweet, clean Merwick smell!” Primrose said. “Let’s go to the party.” Gareth said. He now wore a light green knee-length dress and a sunhat that complimented that, with Rowan wearing a gen alpha outfit, however that looks. They walked up on the party, where there were many kids and food and balloon strings, and soon found Madrid in a corner covertly hitting his vape. He wore a similar outfit to Gareth’s, his hat adorned with flowers of early spring. “Yo, wassup homeboys. Who’s this pink lemonade pimp-lookin’ ahh?” “Primrose, at your service.” “Hnh.” Madrid said, exhaling a big cloud. He reached out and bumped knuckles with the pimp, then did the same to both Gareth and Rowan. “Primo, you ready for the big easter show?” “Oh, I know he is!” Primrose said, wrapping his arms around Gareth. “Jeah, put on a show.” “Heheh.” Gareth scratched at his diaperbutt a little. “Yeah, what Primrose said.” As he was let go from the flying vixen’s grasp, he stepped up to Madrid and dapped him up. He then walked over to score an opportunity to drown his sorrows in a cup of strong punch. His boy looked on and thought, they don’t see each other much. Gareth took the opportunity to socialize with Enrico and such, avoiding Alex who happened to be in the crowd too. Soon, a familiar cop walked up, a raccoon man in sunglasses. “Hey dad.” Enrico said. “Sheeeeit, the po-lice.” Gareth said. “Gareth, you staying out of trouble?” Officer Vidalis asked. “Heheh, yeah officer.” The skunkboy presented him with a grin, which immediately prompted suspicion by the officer, but he let it go for now. “Just checking, I’m technically off duty right now.” He said. “Say, uh, y’all gonna hang around for the show?” Gareth asked. “Well why not, I like this new generation of music.” “Ayo, then you better crank that robocop for me man.” Gareth fucking geeked, while Vidalis just had a look of puzzlement. He then looked and saw a bunch of kids hunting for Easter eggs about the school. Vidalis watched Gareth hesitate before he ran off to join the hunt with the other kids. “Don’t you want to join them?” Vidalis asked. “I don’t think I was a very good hider dad, let alone findin’ em.” “That’s alright son. It is a little ‘babycore’ or however the kids say.” Vidalis said. Some time later, after Gareth stashed a bunch of easter eggs in his diaper, it was time for the show. Gareth whistled to the other band members. Then, Madrid said “Let’s get it!” as he tossed him the microphone. The three of them got onstage as Gareth opened the show up: “Hey everyone, I want to say happy Easter, happy weed day, and happy you know who’s birthday. Ay, if you know, you know, and y’all know wassup. Y’all know what the fuck is happenin’.” They took their positions onstage, their instruments already set up. “Today we’re gonna start with a cover song, a little lick by Neutral Milk Hotel for you now, that’s right. Now, are you ready Nine Lakes?!” He shouted to the crowd, who responded with a ‘Yeah!’. “We are Our Bodys in the Water!” Madrid spoke. “1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4!” Gareth began to belt out the lyrics to Where You’ll Find Me Now by Neutral Milk Hotel as Madrid and Rowan played that shit, while the crowd jammed and danced away. This episode is dedicated to the memory of Fatman Scoop. ‘If you came to party, make some noise.’