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Chapter 1:

  Vin could see light beginning to shine through his eyelids. He could see that it meant morning was coming now, and he stretched out as he looked at his beautiful wife, Margaret.

“Good morning, honey.” She said, sitting up, Vin immediately pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Mornin’, my beautiful love.” Vin said, happily.

“Really, Vinny? When I wake up?” She asked, “What? I can’t help it, I love you so much and I married the most beautiful cat in the world.” Vin made puppy dog eyes to look adorable.

“And YOU, my love married the most handsome and adorable dog in the world, right?” He asked, making his voice more sweet sounding and pleading.

Margaret rolls her eyes and kisses her husband back, “Maybe not the most handsome. But I know the most sweet is the Toon I married. Heehee.” Margaret said, getting herself up out of bed.

Vin smiled and blushed happily, laughing mischievously. “Let me make breakfast and wake up Apollo, while YOU—freshen up for the day, and become sweeter than any rose—“ Vin said flirtatiously, before Margaret was pushing him away with her hand. “Just go wake him up, honey. And make sure he brushes his teeth.” Margaret said.

Vin smiles happily and does a dramatic pose before walking away, he walked into the child’s bedroom.

There lay a little artic fox Toon, clutching a small toy in his hands for comfort and clinging to his blanket. Vin put his hands together and let out an adoring “Awww”.

Vin smiled and shook his son’s shoulder, “Apollo, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up. I’m making breakfast.” He said to his son.

Apollo whined and clung to his toy more. “Daddy, ‘wanna sleep…” he said, drowsily. Apollo didn’t open his eyes, and moved.

Vin’s smile didn’t waver, and he felt he needed to give Apollo a little push. “All right, I’ll just sleep along with you, buddy!” Vin just placed his hands together over his forehead, before crashing on the other side of the bed, pretending to snore loudly. “KAAAAH… SHEEWWWW! KAAAAH… SHEEEWWWW!” VIN exaggerated his snores.

Apollo had annoyingly opened his eyes and rubbed them. “Daddy…!” He said, trying to push him off.

Vin had opened his eye slightly, and just kept his smile. “Not now, buddy, Daddy wants to sleep.” He pretended to say, drowsily.

Apollo had felt his eyes grow heavier, and he just eased himself right next to his dad, pushing himself into his daddy’s chest.

Vin just smiled and winked, “Good enough.” He said, scooping his boy up and taking him to his chair at the dinner table.

Vin then put on a frilly apron over his t-shirt and turned on the stove. While it was heating up, he prepared the blueberry pancakes—which were Margaret’s favorite. Extra syrup would be Apollo’s favorite.

Vin had been singing a song dramatically and goofily. “Where did we meet before just like this?

I saw your smile—your voice, just like that.

You talk to me and I smile right back

I don’t believe in fantasy…” He said, flipping his pancakes around before he put them on the plate.

He used the previous whisk he used for the batter as a microphone. “Take me far where the stars are still asleep—!” He sang, his obnoxious voice soaring to the heavens.

Apollo sighed and whined, “Daddy, not again…please…?” He pleaded, but Vin kept his smile and kept singing. “You and me, we’ll live forever more…I will follow you my destiny—!” He sang.

Margaret walked in, her hair wrapped in a towel and still wearing her bed robe, “Vin, I can literally hear you from the bathroom, please lower your voice.”

“I can’t, honey! Ya know me—When I gotta sing, I gotta sing like as paw-sitively as possible! And that paw-sitivity needs to reach the sky, too, ya know?” Vin has said, winking, and flipping another pancake.

Margaret then picks up Apollo and tries to wake him up, “Come on, hun. Daddy’s making us breakfast, and this’ll make him stop singing.” Margaret said.

“Oh, silly! That’s not going to stop me! Won’t you get my feet back on the ground—?” Vin sang, having an absolute blast with this. Apollo’s annoyance had been replaced with reluctant laughter, “Hahaha! That’s my happy boy!” Vin said, as he finished the pancakes.

“I’m getting beat by you—deja vu—ooooo!” Vin finished his song, and Apollo began to clap his hand.

Vin bowed as though he were before an audience. “Thank you! Thank you! Oh, you too kind!” He said, happily, giving his wife a kiss on the lips. “Pancakes to my sweet pea, and my pwecious wittle puppy-wuppy!” Vin said, in a more baby sounding voice, as he was pressing a kiss on Apollo’s forehead.

“Heeheehee!” Apollo giggled happily. “Guess you woke up in a cheerful mood today.” Margaret said. “I sure did. And I happen to be a miracle worker when it comes to cheering up stunning felines and little foxes.” Vin said happily, yet more flirtatiously.

“Vinny, you’re LITERALLY too much. I can’t even…” Margaret said, adjusting her hold on Apollo. “I guess I’m overdoing it. I’ll tone it down, honey.” Vin said, winking happily.

(Later)

Vin heads out to Minnie’s Melodyland to meet up with his friend Zack.

The dog puts his hand up to his chin and wonders where his buddy could be. “I wonder where my buddy could be…” He muttered to himself.

“Hey! V, over here!” He heard a voice calling out. “Ah!” Vin cheerfully said, walking ahead to see the red mouse.

“Hi, Zack! I was just wondering aboutcha!” Vin said, happily.

Zack then nervously chuckles, “Yeah, I can tell you were.” He said. “So, talkies first, how’s the wife and kid?” Zack asked, brushing his fur.

Vin just waved his hand dismissively, “Same old, same old! My little puppy-wuppy’s growing up so fast, and my wife and I are doing a couples book reading!” Vin said.

“That’s nice. Just hope it’s nothing erotic when the kid’s around.” Zack said, “Oh no no no! It’s nothing like that! Just a fantasy novel.” Vin said, blushing at the idea.

Zack just nodded assured. “So buddy, ya mind helpin’ me with a quest for my Trap Track? I need to take down some level five Bloodsuckers.” Zack asked.

“Happy to help, buddy! I’ll be on healing and all that other bull-honkey!” Vin said, patting Zack’s shoulder.

“Okay, now we just need to wait for Wahoo, too.” Zack said, doing some squats while he waits. “You planning on attracting him with workout exercises?” Vin said, jokingly.

“Haha! That’s the plan indeed, my friend!”

(Later)

Vin used a lure gag to try and lure one of the Bloodsuckers in, but the Bloodsucker he targeted didn’t fall for it.

“Okay, guys! Let’s freaking get these weirdos.” Wahoo said, excitedly throwing a cake at one of them successfully.

The Bloodsucker short-circuited and spun around until it blew up. “Clean up crew will be here for those guys.” Vin thought to himself.

“V, we need healing!” Zack said. “They say laughter’s the best medicine, but how’ya feel about…DANCING?!” Vin said, grabbing one of his air bamboo cane, putting on a hat and dancing goofily.

Wahoo just laughed, as he could see Vin was tripping as he danced. Vin just giggled, “Guess ya get the best of both worlds!” The dog said happily.

“Seltzer time, baby!” Zack said, using the seltzer bottle to spray the last Bloodsucker!

“One more hit should do it!” Wahoo said, throwing the Birthday Cake again, this time successfully hitting the Bloodsucker.

The Bloodsucker spins out and gets destroyed.

Vin quietly hides his discomfort, yet victory dances with his friends. “We did it! Three Bloodsuckers to go!” Zack says excitedly.

“Okay, not bad throws, if I say so myself.” Wahoo said, flexing his arm. “Wahoo, that’s a load of HOOEY, you missed that throw like 4 times!” Zack said, pushing his friend playfully.

The deer just folded his arms, “Yeah, but I still managed to deliver the finishing blow!” Wahoo retorted.

“AN-Y-way, looks like the sun’s going down.” Vin said. “Wanna go drinking at Chip & Dale’s again?” Wahoo said.

Vin just sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “Sorry guys, I gotta make sure Apollo gets to beddy-bye on timey-time.” Vin said, goofily.

Zack just giggled, “Dude, you really need to cut back on all the silly talk.”

“Uh-uh! That’s part’a my charm, Zacky-Zap! Anyways, what’s say we call it here and we pick it back up tomorrow?” Vin ask.

“Uh…sure! Guess we can do that. See ya!” Zack said, folding his arms. “I better get back to Myrna, she’s probably back from Donald’s Dreamland by now.” Wahoo said, walking away.

Vin walked home for the day, pulling out his Shticker Book and then grabbing a Portable Hole to head home for the night.

(Later)

Vin sat in a chair next to Apollo’s bed, “—Then, the  treehouse began spinning and spinning, until it returned home safe and sound.” Vin was reading intently, with Apollo’s eyes growing heavy with each word.

Vin smiled and give Apollo a good night kiss, “Sweet dreams, my wittle puppy-wuppy.” He said, happily, but quiet and gently. Apollo then was out finally fast asleep. Vin patted his head and left the night light on in case Apollo woke up. But he hopes he can get through a full night’s sleep tonight.

Margaret yawns. “Okay, I’m heading to bed, dear. Please don’t wake me up if you’re staying up.” Margaret gives her husband a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be careful, hun. I’mma just watch a movie before I head to bed.” Vin said, whispering quietly to make sure not to wake up Apollo. Vin gave her a good night smooch, “I love you. Good night.” Vin said, happily.

(Later)

Apollo woke up a little late into the night, lifting himself up, and trying to get out of bed.

He clutched his plushie for comfort, navigating the darkness of the room, stepping over every shadow he saw, except the big ones.

Apollo saw that the tv was on, and wondered if his daddy had fallen asleep in the living room again.

Apollo gets jealous of all the movies his daddy was watching when he was awake and could stay up late.

Apollo squinted his eyes at the bright lights, and then he heard something coming from the kitchen.

A weird voice was coming from there, and when Apollo step behind the countertop—that was when he saw what it was.

A Cog man was in his house! One of the ones his momma and daddy mentioned, but it had such a familiar voice, even with all the mechanized sound and stuff. The cog was taller than momma and daddy, and wore a big black metal suit, with an orange necktie tucked in the middle.

Its robot head resembled that of a blue dog, but none of the fur like his daddy had and only a sleek metal muzzle and head.

“Yes, yes. I get it.” It said, the voice was…familiar. It was smoother, sassier, and metallic distortion was there, but there was something familiar about it. “Yes, preparations are going smoothly. I have just unlocked a new track since last month and gained the second item.”

“Excellent. And what of the Toon activity in Daisy Gardens? Have you looked into that like we ordered?” A voice asked the cog.

“Yes, and coordinated attacks or strikes haven’t been planned. The Toons are laughable when it comes to preparations.” It said, smoothly.

Apollo nearly yelped for Momma, but he couldn’t. He didn’t understand why this cog was so familiar.

“Very good. End of report.” The Cog said, done with its job. “Why do they have to ask me to report in so late in the morning?” It said in…a more familiar voice to Apollo.

The fox’s eyes widened, “…D-Daddy?” He muttered.

The robot’s head immediately turned to the fox, “Apol—“ The robot nearly stuttered, as it began making small clicking and noises.

Parts of the robot’s body began to fold, Apollo stepped back and watched.

The tall robot Cog hound was fading away, its metal suit being reconfigured into a familiar form.

The sleek metal was folded into fur and a t shirt and jeans. The head of the scary robot replaced with a familiar face. The familiar blue dog with floppy ears and the goofiest grin.

“Apollo! My wittle puppy-wuppy! …What’re ya doing outta bed so late? Mr. Sun hasn’t come out to play just yet, buddy.” His daddy said, whispering, and now wearing the bright and goofy grin, more anxiously.

“D-Daddy, what—B-Big! N-Not…” Apollo couldn’t get a word in, he didn’t understand.

“Shhhhhhh…Sweetie, everything’s okay. Daddy’s right here. You’re just dreamin’. Why, I can see sheep flying over fences.” Vin said, crouching down to Apollo’s level and holding his shoulders. “What—.” Apollo tried to say.

“Come on, let’s getcha back in beddy-bye, sweetie-pie.” He said, gently scooping him up.

“Daddy change—!” Apollo tried to say, but his daddy began patting his back and snuggling him close. “Apollo, it’s time for bed. This is all just a a silly li’l dream. …But don’t tell Momma, ‘kay?” Vin asked quietly, still soothing the baby until Apollo’s eyes grew heavy.

“D-Daddy…” Apollo called out. “Shhh. Daddy’s still here…Daddy’s still here.” Vin said gently, rubbing the back of Apollo’s head before taking him to his room.

Apollo was wrapped in a blanket, now fast asleep in his bed. Vin’s smile faltered out of fear, but he pressed a kiss on Apollo’s forehead.

“Tomorrow, we’re greeting the day with a good ol’ smile. I love you, Apollo.” Vin said, rubbing his head to make sure Apollo was fully asleep.

Vin decided now might be a good time to “hit the hay”, and go back to sleeping in bed with his sweetie Margaret.

“Silly-Billy Vin! Maggie’s probably waiting for ya in bed, too.” Vin said to himself, his smile faltered. “I hate to lie to you, my boy. I do. But I can’t blow my cover…” Vin had thought to himself, more saddened that he has to lie to his son. Well, not only his son, but his wife and loved ones.

Well, to him, this form isn’t technically a lie. 

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Chapter 2:

  Vin had lie down, watching his movie on his phone, while Margaret slept. He glanced back at Apollo’s room to see if he was still awake or if he woke up. Thankfully, he wasn’t. Apollo was still fast asleep, cozy in his bed.

Vin smiled to himself, happy his boy is all right now. “What do I do, though? He nearly caught me…” Vin thought to himself, the “dog” hoped that Apollo wouldn’t be able to figure anything out and pass tonight’s little incident as a dream.

Vin sighed before he could overthink and spiral, because that threatens his ability to handle the situation properly.

“Guess I should just head to bed, and it’ll all be okay in the morning.” Vin said to himself, before getting one final look at his wife before “sleeping”. He shut his eyes and let himself power down for a while. A timer set to return from Sleep Mode in the morning.

(The next morning)

Vin had been working on breakfast while his wife and son slept peacefully. He had reconfigured himself to wear a striped hoodie and casual blue slacks.

He tied the frilly blue bonnet apron around his waist, “You rang for Chef Vinny?” He asked himself, a tad vainly while looking into a mirror for a moment. He had entered the kitchen and hummed a tune while he made the eggs.

He had heard footsteps walk into the kitchen, and he looked to his side, and saw Margaret yawning, but smiling.

“Morning, sweet pea.” He said, giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “You’re quiet today, hun. Normally you make breakfast a big deal.” Margaret said, resting herself on her husband’s shoulders. Vin eased his head into his wife’s.

“I wanted to let the two of you sleep. Saturdays and Sundays are for rest, after all.” Vin explained, winking and placing a hand around his wife’s waist.

“Sooo…I’ve been thinking, maybe you and me. A night out, our favorite stargazing spot?” Margaret said, “Oh, I’d love that! But whaddya wanna do about Apollo? Get him a babysitter?” Vin asked, suppressing his excitement, though it still showed through his tail excitedly wagging.

“I guess we can call Zack. I’ll see if he’s available.” Margaret said, now moving away from her husband to let him finish breakfast.

“Guess I better make pies for our little outing. Want to bring The Victor of The Wind with us?” Vin asked. “Oh you said what I was thinking, Vinny!” Margaret said.

“Haha! I told ya I have mind reading powers, and you just don’t believe me.” Vin said, folding his arms dramatically. “Oh really, what am I thinking right now?” Margaret said.

Vin just tapped his chin with his fingertip, “You’re thinking—Your lovey-dovey husband is the nicest in the whole wide world.” Vin said, coyly but playfully putting his hands together.

Margaret sighed and folded her arms, “I was actually thinking about how you spoil me too much.” She said, her tail curling around her.

“Oh, so I was right.” Vin said, a mischievous smile on his face, and folding his arms. “Vinny, no, you’re not. Heeheehee!” Margaret said, couldn’t withhold her laughter.

The feline walking over to the fridge to get a drink of orange juice.

Vin smiled, and placed the eggs onto a plate. He then saw a set of lavender fox ears drooping. He smiled and saw. “Oh! Look who’s up on his own…Hi, sweetie.” Margaret said.

Vin patted his son’s head affectionately, “Good morning, buddy! Get some good snooze time?” He asked, even though his artificial heart would be pounding.

He could tell by Apollo’s fearful look he hadn’t forgotten.

Instead of the happy Apollo running to be at his daddy’s side, asking about the food or asking to help.

Apollo took a step back and walked closer to his momma. Vin’s smile began to waver, not looking Apollo being afraid of him, “Is… Is everything okay, Apollo? Wake up on the wrong side’a bed today?” He asked, though he already knew.

“I-I had a bad dream…” Apollo said, looking away, Margaret brushed his ears in gentle strokes as soon as she heard that.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Do…you wanna talk about it?” Margaret asked her son, Apollo looked into his daddy’s eyes, and saw that it was the ones he was familiar with.

It had to be his daddy, it couldn’t be anyone else, could it? “D-Daddy…changed and turn to big monster.” Apollo said, choosing to speak up.

Vin’s eyes widened in shock of hearing those words from Apollo. A monster? To his little Apollo? He wouldn’t dream of it. He took a breath and smiled gently to hide his panic.

“A monster? Oh shucks, that musta been scary, buddy.” Vin said, placing a hand on Apollo’s forehead. “I-It IS yew, wight, Daddy? Da weel you?” Apollo asked, timidly.

Vin booped his son’s nose. “Of course it’s me, buddy. No monster could ever pretend to be your daddy. Not now. Not ever.” He said, scooping him up from Margaret, and spinning him around. “Why, a monster couldn’t crack a joke like I could, and be as fun, now could it?” Vin said, blowing a raspberry into his son’s cheek.

“Eee—Heeheehee!” Apollo giggled, “See? That right there’s your proof, sweetheart. A monster could never love my wittle puppy-wuppy like I do.” Vin said, happily, and hugging Apollo. Margaret just smiled, happy Vinny knew how to remedy this situation.

“It was just a bad dream, buddy. I’m still here, and I’d never ever never wanna be a monster to you or your Momma.” Vin said, patting the little fox’s back. “Weely?” Apollo said. “Really really really.” Vin said, happily.

Apollo could feel it, the warmth in his chest whenever he hugged his daddy. It couldn’t be the scary monster he saw, ‘cuz his daddy always says he loves him very much. “Tanks, Daddy.” Apollo said, giggling.

Vin booped his nose, “Thank YOU for being a good boy and talking about it with Momma and Daddy.” Vin said, cheerfully. His grin once again more genuine and goofy.

Internally though, Vin was sad he had to pretend  that he didn’t scare Apollo that night. “I’m sorry I have to lie to you, my dears. But the only way I can keep our family together is if you never know.” Vin said an apology in his head.

He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t a true Toon, yet with Margaret and Apollo, and even his friends, he wanted to be one.

But he isn’t. He’s a Cog—pretending to be a Toon.

(Flashback)

He remembered his first time transforming. They had created him for the sole purpose of being a spy.

“Unit V.I.N., are you ready for transformation test?” A Big Cheese had asked. Vin had rolled his eyes, “Ready as I’ll NEED to be.” He said, rather sarcastically.

“Good. Transformation: Begin.” The Big Cheese said.

Vin’s robotic body folded and morphed into different places. Pistons hissed, and plates holding his body together changed in size and shape.

His body and endoskeleton morphed into a shorter height, sporting a red designer t shirt and jeans. His metal body replaced with fur and looked completely normal.

His metal head and muzzle shifted, metal noises made until he resembled what his Toon-form was supposed to look like.

Vin was a lighter blue floppy eared dog, about the size resembling the age of a young-to-middle aged adult.

“Transformation test successful.” A Spin Doctor said, “Now: Proceed with personality test.” The Big Cheese said, taking notes down.

“Test? Well, pal, I wanna do the test, but ya haven’t given me a pen nary a paper!” Vin said, his persona goofy and cheerful. A wide grin spread across his face and he seemed to really laugh at his own joke.

“Good, good. Keep going.” The Spin Doctor said. Vin gave a hearty thumbs up. “Good idea! I really gotta kick things into high-gear!” Vin said, cracking a pun like a whip.

“Good. Cog Designation: V.I.N. — Viable. Infiltration. Navigator. is a success.” The Spin Doctor said.

Big Cheese folded his arms, “All right. Vin, you will be assigned the task of infiltrating Toontown, blending in and living among fellow Toons, and sabotaging any plans of raids, or battles Toons will have.” The Big Cheese said.

Vin did a quick pirouette and raised his hands, happily. “You got it, Boss-Man—or Boss-Cheese, I should say! Vin The Dog is here to help…NOT!” Vin said.

“Okay, now proceed with re-transformation.” The Spin Doctor advised.

Vin’s body was reformed, his limbs began to extend, as his fur was removed and replaced with the metal plates that hold his suit. Parts of his body folded back into his Cog Form.

The towering metal hound, wearing a black business suit and orange tie. A Cog logo on his chest. “I’ll be elated to stylishly fool those Toons. I expect you to keep me updated with orders.” Vin said confidently, his voice more smoothly and sassily.

(End of flashback)

If he were still like that, undyingly loyal to the Cogs, he didn’t know if he’d like that.

It wasn’t until months and years into his infiltration that he met his Margaret, and Zack, Flippy, Wahoo and Myrna that he started liking being a Toon.

Vin became his character, especially the closer he had gotten with Margaret, and later adopting Apollo.

Vin remembers the lie he came up with when Margaret wanted to have children, and they had instead adopted their little puppy.

“Hey, how about we head out for an early ice cream run, huh? Just you and me, buddy!” Vin suggested to his son.

“I-cweem! I-cweem!” Apollo said, excitedly. “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! A sundae for me and my son’s day!” Vin said, spinning around.

Margaret couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Daddy, please finish making breakfast while you wait with Momma, sweetheart.” Margaret said, taking Apollo from Vin.

“You got it, Momma!” Vin said, standing at attention and saluting. “I’ll make sure the breakfast is nice and plenty for my favoritest people in the whole wide world!” Vin said, happily, while preparing the pancake batter.

Vin smiled, now more genuine. His life is perfectly fine again, and now that Apollo is no longer afraid of him, he can rest easy.

No doubt his superiors will be expecting a report sometime soon, so he’ll need to make sure to report in elsewhere to avoid having Apollo see him in his Cog Form.

But for now, he’d rather enjoy being the dog they loved oh so much. The sweetest husband this side of Toontown, and the loving and goofy daddy to his son.

No matter what, he’d always love them. Always.

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Chapter 3: 

  Vin carried Apollo through to the ice cream. “Here we are, buddy! The Butter-Sketch Parlor!” Vin said, raising his hands for extra presentation.

Apollo smiled, and made sure to hold onto his toy while he was here. “Can Meeka get some ice cream while she’s here, too, Daddy?” Apollo asked.

Vin put his hand up to his chin and pretended to think long and hard about it. “Why, I don’t see why not! We can order the family sundae deal!” Vin said.

“Yay! …Hm…B-But Momma says you no buy that cuz-cuz—“ Apollo tried to say, stuttering through his words and trying to say the ones his parents normally say.

“That’s why we’re not telling Momma a nitty-gritty thing! Boop!” Vin said, booping Apollo’s nose, and making his son giggle, “Heeheehee!”

“Hi, Peaches!” Vin said, waving excitedly. Peaches ran The Butter-Sketch Parlor! A good place Apollo really loves in Minnie’s Melodyland. Ice cream and drawing, two of their favorite things in the world.

Peaches was Vin’s go to friend when he wanted ice cream. “Great. And today had been going so well, too.” Peaches said, sighing in a tired voice.

“Polly and Vin, the regulars.” The mouse had said to them. She yawned, “Welcome to The Butter-Sketch Parlor. Can I start you off with a free coloring sheet for the little one?” She asked, half-heartedly.

“Hahaha! Ya can’t start me off with such a ridiculous question, Peaches! Obviously the answer is YES-SIR-EE!” Vin said confidently.

“Maybe I should make that two, since I see one kid and a much bigger kid.” Peaches said.

“Hey! Now that’s insulting! …To Meeka, that is!” Vin said, placing a paw on his hip and holding Apollo with the other one. Apollo just giggled, while Peaches just rolled her eyes.

“Now what would you like to order? Can i recommend the special—“

“We’re getting the family sundae today, Peaches!” Vin said, boisterously.

“Can you at LEAST let me finish before you go off again, Vinny?” Peaches asked, dejectedly. “…Whatever. What flavors of ice cream and do you want any sauces for it?” She said, typing in the cash register.

“My wittle puppy gets first pick. Pick one ya like, Apollo.” Vin said, winking at his son. Apollo then looked and said, pointing at the flavor on the signs. “Apollo, sweetheart, we can’t be pointing. Come on, let’s use our words.” Vin encouraged.

Apollo couldn’t read it, the word was too big. “C-…uh…HO…mm…” Apollo tried to read, “Chocolate Chip?” Vin asked.

Apollo nodded, “Okay, one chocolate chip.” Vin said, now looking at the flavors. “I think Rocky Road as the next one, y’good with that one, buddy?” Vin asked.

“Mmhm!” Apollo’s ears perked up when he heard Rocky Road. “Ok, now Meeka!” Apollo held up his toy and handed it to his daddy.

“All right, now let’s seeee…” Vin did a high-pitched and squeaky voice while holding Meeka up with his other hand.

Peaches sighed, “Vinny, come on, just hurry up. More customers will be coming soon.” She pleaded with rubbing her tired eyes.

“Sorry, Peaches. Ya know Meeka takes a while before she decides.” Vin winked, “I’m thinking…Chocolate…no….” He said while playing Meeka. “…Cherry Vanilla!” He finally said.

Peaches just sighed, “AWESOME! That’ll be 20 Jellybeans.” She said, unenthusiastic as she could be. “Thanks, Peaches.” Vin said, humbly for putting up with him and his antics.

“What do we say, buddy?” Vin asked the little fox, “Tanks, Miss Gwavy!” Apollo said, wholeheartedly.

“Yeah yeah, here’s your order number.” Peaches said.

(Later)

Vin and Apollo sat at a table and helped themselves to their frosty delights! “Nothing beats good ol’ marshmallows and nuts.” He said, cleaning his muzzle of ice cream.

“Meeka ‘ikes hers, Daddy.” Apollo tries to dip his toy’s snout into the bowl, “Nom-nom-nom!”

“Easy, Meeka. Wouldn’t want no one to go home with a tummy ache.” Vin said.

“Now, Apollo. You promise you’ll be good when Uncle Zappy comes to watch you?” Vin asked, with Apollo taking a bite of his chocolate chip.

“Be good, Daddy.” Apollo said, “Haha! That’s my pwecious puppy!” Vin said, kissing his forehead.

“Where Momma an’ Daddy going?” Apollo asked.

“We’re heading out to Donald’s Dreamland to go see stars. It’ll probably boring for ya, buddy, but it’s real important to me and Momma.” Vin ruffled his hair, before grabbing his spoon and balancing it on his nose.

“Heeheehee! Daddy! Spoons no go on nose!” Apollo said, giggling.

“But it fits so well, Apollo! Hahaha!” Vin said, happily. He watched as his baby had giggled with delight and warmth.

The smile meant everything to Vin, and he wouldn’t let his other side jeopardize his son and wife’s happiness with him.

(Later that night)

“Unkee Zappy!” Apollo called out, running to Zack’s side. “Hey, little man! …A-And it’s Zack…” he said, kneeling down to hug Apollo.

“Thanks for coming to babysit. Sorry I had to cancel helping ya out.” Vin said, apologetically.

“No sweat. Just make sure your make-out time isn’t smutty.” Zack said, “Wh-What?! Zack! Not okay.” Margaret said, blushing extraordinarily.

“I called you to babysit, not make perverted jokes!” Vin said, incredulously, covering Apollo’s ears.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Relax, I’ll make sure Apollo gets to bed on time. On late time, I should say.” Zack said, excitedly.

Vin rolls his eyes, but keeps his happy smile, “Now remember to be good for Zacky-Zap, okay?” Vin asked his son to remember his promise.

“‘Kay, Daddy!” Apollo said, happily. With Vin scooping him up, spinning around to make Apollo giggle and give him a goodbye kiss on his forehead.

“Heeheeehahaha!” Apollo laughed, having fun spinning around. “I wuv you, my wittle puppy-wuppy!” Vin said, giving him a tight squeeze of a hug. “Wuv you too, Daddy.” Apollo said.

“Oh, so he’s just yours? I don’t think so.” Margaret said, walking closer, holding her arms out for her husband to give her son over.

“S-Sorry, sweet pea.” Vin apologized, handing Apollo to his mother. “I love you, sweetie.” Margaret said, blowing a raspberry into Apollo’s cheek. “Momma-hahaha! Stop!” Apollo protested, already giggling.

“Sorry, hon. I can’t let your daddy top me in loving you.” Margaret said. “After all, we love you the same.” She said. “Wuv you too, Momma.” Apollo said, before he was put down.

“Unkee-Zappy! See! See!” Apollo said, grabbing Zack’s arm and tugging him close.

Vin smiled, “We’ll be back soon, okay?” He asked.

“All right. Have fun, you two!” Zack said, optimistically.

Vin held out his hand, a goofy smile on his face. Margaret took his hand and walked outside the door.

Vin pulls out his Shticker Book, and then grabs a Portable Hole. “Let’s get there with style.” Vin said, winking.

“O-Oh no, Vin! Vin! Vin, WAIT—!” Vin didn’t hesitate and scooped up his wife bridal style and jumped through.

(Later) 

Vin rested his head against a pillow on the picnic blanket. While Margaret sat up, watching the stars. “Shucks there isn’t a meteor shower tonight.” Vin said, sadly.

“It’s no big deal, babe.” Margaret said, “I know, but I’d rather make this night special for my sweet pea, after all.” Vin said, affectionately, crossing his legs.

“Well…I know how to make tonight special.” Margaret said, setting up her phone.

“O-Oh no! Maggie! Maggie! I can’t!” He objected strongly. “You’re right, but that’s why I love it.” Margaret said, the music blaring into the speaker she brought.

(Both your steady eyes and smoothie skies glow…

Your silhouette that holds the light.

Sit beside as we let the time go…

Was this me…?

Or was it just all a dream…?)

Vin was reluctant at first. He wasn’t good at dancing, after all. But he knew his wife needs to be happy and he needs to always be there for her. So, he smiles and takes his wife’s hand.

Margaret and Vin start off with a slow dance, Vin struggling to keep moving along. “Wh-Whoa! Golly!” Vin said, nearly tripping as he walked and moved with his wife.

“You okay?” She asked, “Fantabulous as a flower, sweet pea.” He said, placing his hand on her hip while they danced.

(At least I dream.

It gives you all the chance to tell me

That I rest so gracefully

In a world of lying)

Vin listened to the lyrics as he tried to keep up. He hates that this version of himself is a technical lie. He’s not a Toon, and he wouldn’t want to imagine his life without Margaret or Apollo. Parts of him had wanted to tell her, but he was afraid of that rejection.

(These busy streets

With the lights and people ‘round me

Never seen my eyes again

Will you be the light I need?)

He still remembers the day he married Margaret: clear as day. The outfit he had to configure to match the wedding’s theme, the beautiful dress she wore as she walked to the altar. The blush on his cheeks. His tail wagging out of excitement and worry.

(Might be my heavy mind

But I feel so cold

Don’t remember why

Can my heart step down and let me choose any steady words to say?)

He remembered his vows to her.

“Margaret…I…I dunno if there’s any serious way I can say this, but…I love you. You’ve been a light in my life all the time we spent together. You showed me your favorite books, all the missions we’ve been working through. You laugh at my jokes, and at all my clumsiness. I know…I could never have found true love without you. So…I hope…I hope to be a good husband to you. For as long as time can let it be. In short…I love ya, my beautiful wife.”

(Tried living fantasy

But I hit the truth

Fell unto my knees

But if I go back to sleep

Never wanna lose this dream?)

He smiled fondly as he remembered those words, his slow dance was still clumsy, and he tripped a lot, but Margaret just smiled and kept to her husband’s rhythm.

(Lost the city sky, where did your eyes go?

I look so far to see you)

“Oh, this is nice.” Margaret said, kissing Vin on the lips, Vin smiled and shut his eyes, he was so smitten, he wanted this kiss to last forever.

(I just wanna take my time.

I just want a chance to hold and tend these memories that’ll last me all my life

I just need to hold this night

Never gonna lose these dreams I made of memories or forget your steady eyes…)

Margaret pulled back, looking Vin in the eyes. “Remember when I brought you up to this hill?” She asked.

“Like it was yesterday. Fireflies were in the air…the sweet smell of the blueberry pies I bought for us. And the stars…they looked so beautiful when I saw them in your eyes.” Vin said, flirtatiously.

Margaret smiled, “Well, what do you know? I guess your memory isn’t as clumsy as your footwork.” She teased.

“Hey! And I put my heart and soul into saying all that.” Vin said, dramatically folding his arms and turning his head away from her in disagreement.

“I know you did, Vinny.” She said, her tail curling around her, and taking her husband’s hand again.

“Maybe one day we can bring Apollo up here. He’d love it.” Margaret suggested, resting her head against Vin’s chest.

Vin wrapped his arms around her, intimately holding her. “I’d think so. We can make pies, read him a bedtime story under the stars. If ya don’t mind his blanket getting dirty.” Vin said, winking, “‘Cuz I plan on juggling pies as an ending to the night.” He said, playfully.

“No! Don’t juggle, you’ll ruin the blankets and our clothes!” Margaret said, in faux opposition. Vin and she just laughed as the moon shone beautifully throughout their night.

(Later that night)

Vin waited until he was alone outside the house. He didn’t wanna run into chances of Apollo catching him the way he did before. His smile faded, and he let himself transform back into his Cog Form.

His endoskeleton reconfigured to match the taller height of an elite Cog. The metal plates that surrounded and acted as his body folded, his fur replaced by cold steel and alloys.

His t shirt replaced by his business suit, and his friendlier and approachable face replaced with the sleek metallic muzzle of the robotic dog.

“They can’t know. Never.” He said, his more deep voice. “If they did, I…I’d lose the only people I’ve ever loved.” He said, sadly.

That fear in Apollo’s eyes when he saw him like this, it was heartbreaking. He couldn’t bear this.

“I couldn’t have just been a Toon right from the start, could I? Oh NO, I just HAD to be designed to screw up these people’s lives, huh?” He asked himself sarcastically.

“I know if my bosses ever catch me trying to ditch them, they’d scrap me the second they find me. Sheesh…What a drag.” Vin said, folding his arms in annoyance.

“I’d never trade the love I’ve had here, but…is it even right for me to say this is my life? That I…belong here?” Vin said to himself. He sighed, a bit dejectedly, before he realized he can’t stay out too long.

Vin then transformed back into his Toon Form. And opened the door to head back inside.

“Good pep talk, Vinny. You’re just SWELL, aren’t ya?” He asked himself, letting his sarcasm seep through his current form.

Then his floppy ears perked up to hear a noise. He heard someone at the fridge. He took a breath, and walked up to the kitchen.

He saw his little Apollo trying to get a popsicle out of the freezer. He was still in his pajamas, standing on a chair to reach the tall shelf in the freezer.

“...And just what’s my widdle puppy doing out of his nice, cozy bed?” Vin said, leaning against the countertop with his arms folded.

Apollo flinched. He was caught purple handed. “H-Hi, Daddy…” he said, giggling nervously.

“What are YOU doing, mister? Getting a snack without asking?” He asked, sternly, yet still within his parameters of sounding goofy.

“Nothin’! Nothin’!” He said, scrambling to put the popsicle back in the fridge, and tries to shut it.

“Uh-huh. Sure, Apollo. So the chair just pushed itself against the freezer, the freezer just magically opened—woooooo, and that’s NOT a popsicle that was in your hand?” He asked, wondering how Apollo could possibly lie his way out of that mess.

Apollo huffed in shame, “Sowwy…” he apologized, letting Vin pick him up.

“You know ya need to ask, buddy. Greedy boys are bad boys, remember?” Vin asked, “Mmhm.” The fox said, snuggling against his dad’s shoulder.

“Come on, you need to be back in bed, sweetheart. Momma will be very, very, VERY upset if she finds us out of bed.” Vin said, taking Apollo to his room.

“Why you not sleepy, Daddy?” Apollo asked. “Oh, uh…Haha, I just went to sit outside for a minute. Daddy needed some air after he messed up a pie on his and Momma’s date.” Vin lied, before putting him back in bed, and giving him a goodnight kiss and a pat on his blanket when he tucked him in.

Apollo nodded, but he still found it weird. This was almost like the nightmare he had where his daddy turned into that Cog Monster man. But his daddy wouldn’t lie to him, never.

…Right?

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Chapter 4:

   Vin had headed out, lying to Margaret and Apollo about what he was doing. He told them he had plans with Kweh and Bonker to raid a Cog Building in Donald’s Dock.

“Although I DID promise I’d reload on some pies, ‘cuz I’m runnin’ low.” He said to himself, entering a Cog Building, and hiding behind the elevator door so no one would see him.

The elevator door closed, and it gave Vin time to breathe. He whistled for a moment while he let the elevator rise to a higher floor. He waited for the lift to transform into his Cog Form.

His shorter stature vanished, his endoskeleton extending to his taller height. Vin’s happier expression became replaced with a more sullen and professional one.

“Unit V.I.N., reporting for duty…” he said, sarcastically. It was evident he didn’t want to be here, but he has no current choice.

One moment of suspicion will make his higher ups believe he’s failing and/or going rogue. The elevator reached the higher floor.

Vin walked onto the floor, heading to the computer desk nearby.

He typed in and the display of his bosses came in. “Ah. Unit V.I.N.. Is something wrong?” The Big Cheese asked.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Vin asked. “Normally you call from your built in communicator, why did you authorize a call from a building in Donald’s Dock?” A Big Wig had said, curious.

“Ah. I just wanted to make this more professional.” Vin explained, coming up with a good lie to make sure he didn’t give anyone away.

“Ooh, juicy! I hope you have anything interesting to share tonight. A whole script’s worth, anyways.” A Mr. Hollywood said.

Vin let out a dry chuckle, “Sorry to disappoint, but there isn’t currently anything to report, sir. No one suspects anything about my position, as usual.” He said.

“Eh, what else is new? …Hmm, ya know. Maybe you can go back and go crazy!” The Big Cheese suggested.

Vin’s eyes widened, was this an order? “…Are you asking me to openly attack?” Vin asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

“Nah! Don’t be so silly, you’re not a Toon right now.” The Big Cheese said, showing that it is just a joke.

“Y-Yes sir.” Vin asked. With the Mr. Hollywood laughing, “Hahahaha! Looks like you got all bothered by that, Unit. V.I.N. What, you wanna keep rolling each scene with the Toons?” He asked.

Vin folded his arms, “I…I was merely asking if this was an order or not. It was questionable to my current objective.” Vin explained.

“We wouldn’t ask that you blow your cover so openly.” Big Wig had said.

“That said, someone’s gonna be meeting you to steal the show, very soon.” A Robber Baron said.

Vin’s eyes widened in response, “What do you mean, sir?” He asked.

The Big Wig folded his arms, “It’s to help you infiltrate and relay information. I suggest an ETA to Lawbot HQ in about a week, Unit V.I.N.” He said.

“…Understood.” Vin said, uncertain about this news. Another Cog like him? A shapeshifter built for infiltration and sabotage? That’s too worrisome.

“In the meantime, keep up with your reports, Unit V.I.N. We look forward to hearing from you soon.” The Robber Baron said.

"Yeah, just don’t trip when you’re not looking down.” Vin said. Which made the Mr. Hollywood laugh hysterically!

“Man, Vinny! You crack me up! I knew programming your sass was the funniest thing!” Mr. Hollywood said.

“Meeting adjourned. Mr. Hollywood, can you spare a moment to act mature? Any further laughter and you’ll be like those ridiculous Toons.” The Big Wig said.

The video feed cut out. Vin had taken an artificial breath. “Another me? After all these years, they build another me?” Vin wasn’t jealous, but he knew an early version of him could be potentially dangerous.

Especially to Maggie and Apollo.

“I’ll protect you. I’ll never let anyone harm the two of you.” Vin said.

Vin had sighed in resignation, happy he had nothing to report and do. He’ll decide to not worry about that other him until he’s required to head to HQ.

He sighed again, this time in relief. "Finally, I can go home. At least this time all they did was talk MY ears off…” Vin gets up and walks out of the room, transforming back into his Toon Form.

“Back to the lovable, huggable Vin! Just the way I like myself!” Vin said, now over-exaggerating his chipper attitude for emphasis. “Now I should head to the gag factory and get those pies! …Then maybe lose most of them to my juggling! Hahaha!” Vin said.

(The next morning)

Apollo had awoken tonight, and peered behind the laundry room door while his daddy sang obnoxiously and made breakfast. “Oh, I can’t wait to teach Apollo how to make pancakes one day! I just hope we don’t burn down the kitchen…” Vin muttered to himself.

“Still ‘ike Daddy…” Apollo said, noting that he still and acts like he normally does. But he knows something weird was happening.

The fox was starting to have doubts what he saw in his nightmare wasn’t a nightmare at all.

He watched as his momma walked into the room, and when she turned her head to look at something, that’s when she noticed her son. “Apollo? What are you doing in the laundry room?” She asked.

Apollo scrambled to get out of the laundry room, “U-Uh…” He tried to think of an excuse.

“Hm? What’d ya say, hon?” Vin asked, looking at his wife before seeing Apollo in the laundry room hiding. He giggled with a hint of joy, “Looks like someone wanted to sneak attack his Daddy today.” He said, placing a hand on his chest.

“S-Sowwy…” Apollo apologized. “Honey, you know better than to sneak up on Daddy while he’s making food in the kitchen.” Margaret said, kneeling down to her son’s level.

Vin suspects that that’s NOT the reason Apollo was hiding behind the door, but decides to play along. “Unless…” Vin squinted his eyes, and put his hand up to his chin like he was thinking critically. “You were…planning on sneaking a snack?” He pointed, a goofy grin worn perfectly.

Apollo couldn’t resist the urge to giggle, as much as he wanted to. “H-Heheehehee! No! Bad boys no get snacks…Momma said.” Apollo said.

“Haha! That’s my boy!” Vin smiled, and as much as he wanted to ruffle his boy’s hair, he needed to finish breakfast. “I’m so sorry, puppy.” He thought to himself.

(Later)

Apollo didn’t give up just yet. If Daddy really was a Cog monster, he’d hate being sprayed with seltzer.

“Baby, have you seen my bottle of Seltzer? I’m heading out later, and I need to bring it.” His mommy said with, looking for it.

Apollo would only spray a little so Mommy wouldn’t get mad, and waited when his daddy would come out of the laundry room.

“Did ya check the—“ Vin said, before Apollo took his opportunity to shoot the seltzer. Vin was drenched a little, “Oh! Uh…” Vin didn’t get angry, he was more amused. “Sweet pea, I think I found it.” Vin said, shaking himself to get the seltzer out of his fur, “BLBBLBLBLBLRGGH!” He said before stopping.

“U-Uh…Gotchu, Daddy! H-Heeheehee!” He giggled, trying to make it seem like he was being cheeky. “H-Hahahahaha! Y’sure did, my wittle puppy.” Vin said, a little too happily.

Apollo was still onto him, his suspicions from this morning made that very clear. “Apollo, what did Momma and Daddy say about touching their Gags?” Vin said, now deciding to be stern.

Apollo looked to his side. “Apollo.” Vin said, urging his son to answer him. “Not to…” Apollo said.

“That’s right. You’re lucky Daddy’s not in the mood to ground his widdle puppy-wuppy after such a clever prank.” Vin said, ruffling Apollo’s hair.

“Now let’s not play with Gags until you’re old enough, okay?” Vin said, now looking at his shirt and shorts. He’ll need to go change.

“Here. I’ll tell Momma I found it, now you don’t get into any more trouble and I won’t tell Momma you had her seltzer bottle.” Vin said, smirking winking and holding his finger in a shushing expression.

Apollo nodded, “Sowwy, Daddy.” He apologized, genuinely. Because he genuinely hopes this IS his daddy and that he wasn’t taken and replaced by those Cog monsters.

“You said you found it? Where’d you—Oh, Vinny.” Margaret said, realizing what must’ve happened.

“H-Hahahah, sorry, Maggie. I sprayed myself by accident.” He said, lying for Apollo’s sake.

Margaret folded her arms, “A-All right then. Why don’t you go change? I bought you some new shirts and stuff.”

Vin nods his hand and hands her the seltzer bottle and gives Margaret a kiss on the cheek while he walks to go change.

(More later)

Apollo tries to test again, to make sure his daddy wasn’t replaced. “…Daddy?” He asked.

“Hm? Wuzzup, Apollo?” Vin said, casually sitting down and watching tv. “Wha Momma’s favowite thingy?” Apollo asked.

“Sheesh, my little puppy’s a natural born detective.” Vin thought to himself, “Hmm…That’s a tricky one, sweetheart.” He said to his little fox, and scoops him up.

“Let’s see…well first, there’s yours truly. Me. Your bestest Daddy—her lovey dovey husband. And YOU, our pwecious puppy.” He first said, “Then Momma’s favorite pie is blackberry, and she REALLY doesn’t like cream pie.”

Apollo nodded, “An’ mines?” He asked, “Another hard question, buddy! Let’s see…your favorite food are those French fries with all the spices and stuff. Your favorite toy is Meeka, because of how soft she is.” Vin said.

“Mmhm.” Apollo said. Vin cheekily smiled, “So, now I get to list off my favoritest things in the whole wide world.” Vin said, “First, my beautiful wife—your nicest Momma. And YOU—my widdle angel! PLBBBBBBH!” Vin blew a raspberry against Apollo’s cheek, making him giggle. “I love stargazing and astronomy, and I love my cups of coffee.” Vin said.

Apollo smiled. It had to be his Daddy, not some Cog monster, right? Those meanies can’t take his daddy, and fake being him so well. “So, why’d ya wanna ask all the questions, sweetheart?” Vin asked, though he already knew the answer.

“I wanna see if it you…’cuz…I was scaweed da Cog monsters take you away.” Apollo explained.

Vin gave a sympathetic look, “Sweetheart, those darn Cogs could never take me away from you.

I promise you I’m still here.” Vin said, giving Apollo a warm and gentle hug.

(Later)

Apollo napped in his daddy’s arms, cooing in his sleep. Vin carried him to his bed and tucked him in, before heading back to the living room and lounging. He pulled out a tablet, stuck some ear buds in his ears and contained his excitement while he watched a movie.

His mind wandered to how Apollo is trying to grow closer and closer to the truth, alongside the panic of that other Cog-shifter will be “helping” him in this job of infiltrating Toontown.

“That Cog will be new, I need to convince them that they shouldn’t harm anyone here. Especially my Apollo and Margaret.” He thought to himself.

“But that will wait, Vin. Just focus on the week. I do have plans to help Zack with his Bloodsucker quest. And tomorrow night, me and Maggie will continue our couples book reading…” Vin looked forward to what he wanted to do, rather than the imposing uncertainty that awaits him in the future.

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Chapter 5: 

   Vin fixed his blanket over him, and adjusted his posture. He and Margaret decided they would do another night of their couples reading.

“Okay, so about General Ele…I don’t trust him just yet.” Margaret said, “What makes you say that, hon?” Vin asked, deciding to be inquisitive, striking a traditional detective’s pose.

“Well…” As soon as as Margaret looked up, she saw her husband being silly. “K-KH-Teehehehehhehe! Come on, Vinny, work with me here!” Margaret said.

“I am, sweet pea. I’m being very serious right now!” Vin said, puffing his chest for a hint of emphasis.

“Ok ok. Now, I think…maybe…since we’re seeing all of General Ele’s past the further we read in, maybe it’ll be that he was connected to the evil king of Strength they mentioned before.” Margaret said.

Vin’s brow rose in question, “You think General Ele is that old? Didn’t he say he was around 52?” Vin asked.

“That’s the thing. That could be a lie, but the perspective when we get to the story about Strength’s evil king, it’s told from a perspective that’s eerily similar to Ele’s.” Margaret said.

Vin folded his arms and thought about it. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Margaret asked.

“I believe…my own sweet pea jumped ahead to chapters without me!” He accused, playfully, giggling under his breath.

“I didn’t. I promise!” Margaret said, raising her hand in objection.

“Uh-huh. A likely story…maybe one to make a book.” He joked, Margaret just continued to laugh.

“Hahahaha! I promise I didn’t, babe!” Margaret promised, genuinely. “But still…there’s a certain phrase I’ve only seen Ele use and it’s appeared three times in those paragraphs about the King Prior.” She said.

“Okay, but how’d ya know it’s not just that Ele’s ancestor who says that? It could be Ele’s wanted to make peace with the Marians, as a way to change the dark parts’a history.” Vin suggested, now fully caught up in this argument.

“Then why hide the name of the person talking? They wouldn’t do that unless they’re a key player somehow.” Margaret suggested.

“Or it could be they aren’t important enough to need a name?” Vin said. “I mean, seriously, Maggie? It wouldn’t make sense for it to just be Ele, because there would be more questions.” Vin said, drips of his hidden sass starting to flow out.

“It doesn’t make sense either way for them to write it that way, you know?” Margaret asked. “Yeah, well, you WEREN’T the writer…” Vin said, his tone was more sassy and rude than he intended.

Vin’s eyes widened in realization. Margaret was shocked by the change in her husband’s attitude. He normally never fought with her on a lot of things.

“M-Maggie, I’m so sorry!” He said, raising his hand in a pleading gesture of mercy.

Margaret wasn’t upset, but she was surprised. “I-I just thought…maybe you would find that idea a fun plot twist, is all. I mean…I could be wrong—“

“Ah-n-no n-no no no! Y-You could be right, still. I -I…I didn’t mean to say that. I guess I got too caught up in our li’l debate.” Vin apologized genuinely.

Margaret just exhaled and gave a kind smile, “Vinny, it’s okay. We were just talking about fictional characters. No harm done, you know?” She asked.

“Still…Th-That shouldn’t have—“ Vin didn’t understand why he let that sneak out there. Was it stress because of Apollo trying to learn the truth? Or because of the new Cog-Shifter they plan on making to partner with him? Either way, he let it out on his Margaret.

This hurt Vin more than anything. “I-I’m sorry.” He apologized again. “I’m not mad, babe. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” She said, needing to think of a way he can let it go.

“Although…you wanna know what you reminded me of?” She asked.

Vin looked at her in question, “You sound like that guy Matty-Patty Wagon on YouTube. Always sounding like he’s got it figured out.” She said, smirking in a teasing manner.

Vin’s frown was beginning to vanish, he tried to withhold his laughter, but he couldn’t stop it. “Hahahahaha! Ya really think so? Then I suppose that’s just a theory!” Vin said, jokingly, brushing his cheek. “B-But hey! I think it could be possible. Ya did bring up how weird the perspective is when we cut to King Prior in the chapters.” Vin said.

“If I’m right and it turns out to be the boring way, sweet pea, I’ll get you your favorite custard and take you out to the place you love in The Brrrgh as an apology.” Vin suggested.

Margaret’s eyes sparkled, “Oh, it’s been a while since you and I went to Betta Cheese! That WOULD be fun!” Margaret said.

Vin smiled, before he saw Margaret kiss him on the cheek. “Just so ya know I still love you.” She said, winking at her husband.

Vin blushed and became smitten again.

“EWW-HEEHE-EWW!” They heard a loud youthful shout, a mixture of disgust and levity in his voice.

“And just what is our baby doing out of bed so late?” Margaret asked, with Apollo climbing up to sit between his Momma and Daddy.

“Wanna be here. Wit’ Momma and Daddy.” Apollo said, his ears perking and his tail wagging in excitement.

Vin just giggled alongside him, “Okay, okay, don’t twist my arm, buddy.” He said.

(The next afternoon)

Vin hummed one of his favorite tunes while he cleaned up the house and did the dishes. Apollo was cleaning his room and Margaret put the groceries in the pantry.

“All done.” Apollo said, running to his game.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah! Not so fast, my wittle puppy.” Apollo said, picking it up before his son could.

“No! Daddy! Done!” Apollo said. Vin just kept his smile, “Uh-huh.” He said, incredulously.

“So if I go to your room, I’m gonna see all your toys and stuff put away?” Vin asked, in a playful way.

Apollo didn’t answer and looked to his side, and his ears drooping was all the answer Vin needed.

“Go clean your room, buddy. Then we can play, all right?” Vin said.

Apollo then folded his arms in protest. “Full clean, too, sweetheart.” Vin said, getting back to his own chore for the day.

But something had been heard. Vin could hear a beeping noise in his ears. His eyes were glowing and flickering red with each noise, “O-Oh no…” he muttered to himself.

Margaret could hear the beeping. “Babe, is someone calling?” She asked.

Vin hand internally shut down the notification in his system, and his eyes stopped blinking red. “U-Uh, just an ol’ spam, sweet pea. Nothing to worry about!” Vin said, holding out his phone to fool her.

Vin knows if he doesn’t show up to LawBot HQ today, he’ll be in trouble. “I have to leave now, but what do I do?” Vin thought to himself, already worried about what to do, especially with this other Cog-Shifter.

“Uh…honey?” Vin asked. “I think we’re running low on laundry detergent. I’m gonna head to the store and get some.” He said.

“Okay, oh! Babe, can you bring back some chocolate covered strawberries?” She suggested. “Oh, now we’re talking! I will!” Vin said, giving his wife a kiss on the cheek.

“Apollo! Daddy’s heading out, come tell him if you want anything from the store.” Margaret said.

With them hearing fast footsteps. “Daddy! Daddy! Get cotton candy! Da bwue one!” Apollo had said.

“You got it, buddy! Mwah!” He said, pressing a goodbye kiss on his son’s forehead.

“I’ll be back soon! Apollo, clean the room. No game—that’s the rule, ‘Kay?” He asked.

Apollo just sat there and folded his arms. “Sweetie, we don’t get angry. You know that.” Margaret said.

(Later)

Vin used a Portable Hole to get to the Brrrgh, but he had to walk all the way to LawBot HQ from there.

“Can’t say I’ve missed this place.” He said, the sarcasm in his voice now in full swing.

He hid behind pillars in the court and snuck past any Toons he saw in the HQ.

He ran through to a hidden elevator shaft that should lead where he needs to go.

He presses the button and waits for it, transforming into Cog Form when the coast is clear.

“Let’s get this over with so I can go home.” He said, walking into the elevator once it opened.

(Later)

“Vinny! Good to see ya!” Mr. Hollywood said, his unchanging smile seemed genuinely as he shook Vin’s hand.

“Good to see YOU, sir.” Vin said, politely with a firm handshake as he let his higher ups greet him.

Vin then looked at the other Cog-Shifter.

He wore the same metal business suit, and had a similar framework to Vin’s, only difference was he was resembled a white dog.

“So, you’re the famous Unit V.I.N.” The cog asked, studying him a moment.

“The point of being a spy isn’t to be famous, ROOKIE.” Vin said, folding his arms.

“Ooh, drama!” Mr. Hollywood and Robber Baron had said.

Big Cheese was a little confused by Unit V.I.N.’s hostility. “Are you all right, Unit V.I.N.? You seem a little on edge.” He asked.

“I’m all right, sir. Let’s hurry and finish this meeting so I can return to my duties.” Vin said, a coldness in his tone that the Big Wig heard.

“Very well. I declare this meeting is now in session.” The Big Wig said.

“Unit V.I.N., this is your partner. Or what the Toons can call a “younger brother”.” The Big Cheese said.

“Designation: Unit D.A.V.I.D.” The Cog-Shifter said boisterously, “I look forward to acting with you on the stage, my big brother.” He said, putting his hand out to shake.

Vin stayed professional, and shook his “partner’s” hand.

“Unit D.A.V.I.D. — Disguise. Assistant. Viable. Infiltrating. Deceiver. We’ve managed to use your code and programming to shape his character, and in Toon form, we’ve succeeded in making a personality that no one would suspect is a spy.” Big Cheese said, gesturing for Unit D.A.V.I.D.

“You may adore me when I do. I have that effect.” D.A.V.I.D. said, spontaneously and immediately transforming.

Just like Vin, he transformed.

He resembled a white Toon Dog, just barely shorter than Vin; around the same height as Margaret.

He wore a purple and blue designer hoodie, and blue jeans and black converse, giving the air that he really was younger than Vin.

He adjusted his glasses, and now wore a sheepish and nervous grin on his face. “H-Hi there, m-my name’s David! I-It’s nice to meet you!” He said, completely awkward and shy.

Vin could see what they were going for was a different kind of innocence that made the illusion work.

Vin transformed into his Toon Form, improvising his scene. “Nice to meetcha, David! I’m Vin, and I guess I’m your big brother now!” Vin said, smiling goofy. As they shook hands, Vin grabbed and pulled David into his arms.

“H-Hey! W-What’s happening?!” David asked, now just genuinely worried. “What? I can’t noogie my own baby brother?” He said, proving that he can make the illusion work.

“O-Okay, I cry uncle! Uncle, I’m saying!” David said, blushing nervously and trying to keep his glasses on.

Mr. Hollywood had just laughed, “Now THIS is some funny improv!” He said.

Vin was unsure of how this was going to go. But he would make it work. He wonders if time in Toontown is what David would need to break him out of any mindset he has currently.

(Later)

David never thought his first experience being a tune would be so dang cold! He held his hands together to keep himself warm, and his teeth chattered while he shivered.

“S-S-So…wh-where are w-w-we going f-f-f-first…?” He asked, hoping it was somewhere warm.

“Haha! I’m glad ya asked, I needed to get some things for my wife and son on the way home.” Vin said, his goofy exterior in full effect.

“W-W-Wife…? W-Wait, did you s-say son?!” He asked, incredulously. Vin had a wife and son?! How?! Why?! Were there OTHER Cog-Shifters besides him?

“Knew that look would surprise ya! Hahaha!” He said, trying to sound casual. But on the inside, his artificial heart would be pounding. He knows he can’t leave David in the dark about his life in Toontown, they were supposed to be partners. Brothers.

“Y-You have a WIFE and a SON?! I-I don’t understand. Th-That wasn’t in the—“ David tried to say, walking into an alleyway with Vin.

He didn’t realize Vin was leading him here. “A-Ah!” He panicked, Vin held him against the wall.

“Let’s get one teensy-weensy thing clear, rookie.” He said, a smile still on his face, before it turned into a serious look matching his Cog Form.

“…Harm a single hair on either of their heads, and I won’t hesitate to scrap you. Got that?” He asked, cold fury matching the frozen Brrrgh.

David was confused, but he was unsure of what to say otherwise. “O-Okay! I-I won’t…N-Not that I was going to!” David said, raising his hands in panic. He wasn’t faking it either, Vin could see that in his behavior.

David was let go of, Vin then looked ashamed. “Sorry. It’s imperative that I lay down the law of my operations. No harm comes to my family. Or my friends. When we’re here. They’re our friends, not our enemies.” Vin said.

“T-Toons…friends?!” David asked, this began to make less sense by the minute.

“If you want to be a good operative like me, follow my lead. S’that all right with ya, li’l baby bro?”Vin said, folding his arms. The goofiness reluctantly fading.

“Y-Yes, big bro.” David said, fixing his hoodie and putting his hands in his pockets.

“Haha! I knew I could count on ya!” Vin said, his goofiness coming back to him.

“Now we just need to give ya a story. But…I got one in mind for ya.” Vin said.

He has a story in mind, but…he knows Margaret would be suspicious of that. He needs to find a way to convince her he told her about his “brother.”

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Chapter 6:

   “Ok, here go, Meeka!” Apollo said, placing his toy in a small bed in the pillow and blanket fort being made.

“Ok, Momma. Meeka sweepy! We make fort now!” Apollo said, with Margaret grabbing a few blankets and bed sheets.

“On it, sweetheart. Come here, you hold these while I set the chairs.” Margaret said. They had finished the chores for now, but instead of tv and the video games, Margaret wanted Apollo to try and do something like build or play outside.

Apollo suggested they make a fort, which lead to right now while they wait for Vin to return.

“Vinny should’ve been back by now. I hope he’s okay.” Margaret thought to herself, her tail curling up in curiosity.

“Here, Momma!” Apollo said, helping her adjust the chairs. Margaret fixed the chairs in place. “Where is this fort going to be, Polly?” Margaret asked.

“Da beach!” Apollo said, excitedly and his tail wagging, “Oh! I love that! I bet Daddy’s gonna love it when he comes back.” Margaret said, placing a blanket over the top.

“When Meeka wake up, she wike it too!” Apollo said, “But pease stay shhh while Meeka sweep!” Apollo asked.

“Of course, sweetie.” Margaret gave a whisper this time, while she put the blankets over. She made the fort wide enough for the three of them to be in. She knew Vinny would like seeing this and play along.

“Any other things we should at to this beach, Polly?” She asked. “Got stuff, Momma.” Apollo said, running to his room to go get his things.

“Don’t bring so much, okay sweetie?” Margaret said, adjusting it to make sure it doesn’t collapse.

(Meanwhile)

David and Vin were currently deliberating over what they would do. “So…I’m thinking…maybe I should say you contacted me while I was out, and it’s the first time I’ve heard from you in a long time.” Vin suggested.

“We can make her sympathize more, saying that we didn’t talk much after our parents died or something?” David suggested.

“It doesn’t have to be morbid. We could just—I dunno—we could just have not gotten along since a big fight that we had over who gets our grandad’s house.” Vin suggested, hoping to keep it light.

“We wouldn’t need to do this if you weren’t so deep into this lie you’ve built for yourself.” David said, an edge of distrust in his voice.

“Oh, well pardon me for assuming I could live my days as a spy for the Cogs in peace. I didn’t realize they would build me a partner.” Vin said, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe it was a good thing you have an understudy like me! I can tell that your hesitation is making you soft!” David said.

“Hesitation?! H-Hahahaah! Yeah, it’s not hesitation! It’s love, David!” Vin said.

David then gets confused by this notion. “I love my wife. I love my son. I love my friends here. I try my best to be the person they think I am, and it’s hard, but..it’s worth it.” Vin explained.

“So—“ David tries to urge for more.

“That’s why I love being a Toon. And…I didn’t ask you to be here, but…I’m hoping you can learn to enjoy it here.” Vin asked.

“He-He’s serious…” David thought to himself, “What could Toons have to even offer him with all this nonsense?” David was curious, but he wanted to make sure his suspicions were confirmed before making a decision to call Vin defective. He was supposed to be following his lead, not taking over his position.

“F-Fine…W-We do it your way.” David said, “I-I’m sorry. I j-just got confused, is all.” David said.

“I’m sorry, too. I hate when I let that snide’a mine pop out like a bursting balloon.” Vin said.

“So…we didn’t talk much after a fight about our grandad’s house?” David asked.

“Right, and with me—I’ll tell my wife that I’ve told her about you before, but not a whole lot could be said about us.” Vin explained.

“O-Okay then! I c-can’t wait to meet my s-sister-in-law and n-nephew!” David said, adjusting his glasses and putting his hands in his pockets.

Vin nodded his head, “Then let’s get back out there.” He said.

(Meanwhile)

“Now what is this, sweetheart?” Margaret asked, showing him a flash card.

“Owange!” Apollo said, proudly and with confidence. “That’s right! And how many oranges are there?” Margaret asked.

Apollo tried to count. “Uh…one…twooo…thwweee…f-fouww… Fouww! Momma, fouww!” Apollo said, happily.

“Yes, baby! That’s right!” Margaret said, patting her head.

Apollo’s ears then perked up when he heard the front door open. “Daddy!” He cheered and ran to his father’s side.

Vin had giggled, “Hahahaha! Sorry I’m late, buddy!” He said, hugging him and smooching him on the forehead.

“I brought back the goods. Detergent for our clothes to get a nice soapy bath!” Vin said, happily, before pulling out something else and holding it behind his back.

“I’m going to go ahead and say you got it?” Margaret asked. “To my sweet pea.” Vin said, holding out a heart shaped box for chocolate covered strawberries.

“Thank you, babe! Hahaha!” She gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek, he was so smitten and put his arms on her hips.

“Did Daddy get cotton candy?” Apollo asked, his tail wagging excitedly.

“Did Daddy get cotton candy? I think ya should already know the answer to that, Apollo.” Vin said, holding out a container of cotton candy.

“Eeeee! Tanks, Daddy!” Apollo said, “Haha! I wouldn’t leave ya out, buddy. Now calm down a li’l, you’re bouncing so much you look like you’ll start bouncing all over the walls!” Vin joked.

Margaret felt very happy, but there was something that was bothering her.

“So, honey. Did something hold you up? Why’d it take you so long to come home?” She asked, not believing he would be cheating on her or anything malicious.

“O-Oh…uh…Apollo, why don’t you go play and let me and Momma talk, okay?” Vin asked.

“Okay, Daddy.” Apollo said, running off to go play in the pillow fort.

“Wanna talk in the room?” Margaret suggested, though she was now confused. What would Vinny need to talk about?

They walked into the bedroom, the dog and cat sitting down in the bed. “What happened while you were out, babe?” She asked.

“I…uh…got a call from…m-my…m-my brother.” Vin tried to say. Margaret got more confused, “Your…brother? I’m sorry, hahah…Is this another prank, Vinny?” She asked, incredulously.

“N-No, Maggie. I-It’s true…” Vin said, messing with his gloves. “Since when did you have a brother? Why would now be the first time I hear about this?” She asked, still not believing.

“I-I had to’ve told ya I had a brother a long time ago…” Vin tried to say, curbing his guilt trying to gaslight his wife.

“No, I’m 5,000% sure you haven’t. And if you do, you don’t write to him. No phone calls, no messages, not letters…no photos, Vinny.” Margaret pointed out all the I consistencies.

“W-We didn’t talk much, sweet pea. We got into a fight before I came to Toontown. And…well, we wanted to cut ties with each other.” Vin explained.

Margaret knows her husband isn’t lying, but it doesn’t make sense. Vin has a brother, he FOUGHT with him? She didn’t understand. But…she chose to trust Vin.

“O-Okay…then…what did he want?” She asked, raising her hand.

“He said he wanted to move to Toontown. I told him as long as we don’t fight over the stuff with our grandad’s house, we won’t have a problem. And as long as he doesn’t mooch off of us.” Vin explained, setting up the narrative.

“He’s not moving in with us, is he?” She asked.

“Oh! No no no! He’s moving in about three districts away from us in Zapfall.” He said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Okay, good. And…and how would you describe him? Is he safe for Apollo to be around?” She asked, needing to at least make sure he isn’t a horrible person. This IS the first time she’s hearing about this brother.

“David’s pretty meek, but he’s wouldn’t really hurt a fly. Maybe a bit of a klutz, since me and him are brothers.” Vin said, looking his wife in the eyes and then pressing his hand on her cheek.

Margaret blushes a little, “All of this is weird.” She bluntly said. “I know, sweet pea.” Vin said, “But I’d never let anything happen to you or our baby boy.” Vin said. “That’s my job as your husband, and as Apollo’s daddy.”

Margaret had nodded, “Ok…I mean. I trust you, babe. I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear with all this suspicions.” She said, Vin had hugged her, “No. I understand, Maggie. I dropped a bombshell so big, I could set the house on fire.” He said, looking to his side in shame.

“But we’re gonna be all right, okay?” He asked. “Of course. So…when is your brother moving in?” She asked.

“Sometime this week. Shouldn’t bee too difficult.” Vin explained, now laying on top of the bed.

“So, in the meantime, why don’t we just unwind for a li’l bit?” He asked, putting his hands on his chest and Margaret lies next to her husband.

She wasn’t going to distrust her husband, but this was still weird.

She’s known Vin for years, and she could’ve sworn he’s never mentioned having a brother before.

But Vin isn’t lying about it either.

So what’s going on?

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Chapter 7:

  “Okay, you should be good settling in, Davey.” His neighbor Stubby said, handing him a Black Sabbath vinyl. “A-And you’re sure I can borrow this record?” David asked, almost reluctantly.

While he was settling in, he was trying not to get attached to the Toons. He was their enemy after all. They were HIS enemy.

“Nah, I can tell you’re supes responsible!” Stubby said, “If you want, I got other records! Depeche Mode, Imagine Dragons, Black Eyed Peas…”

David didn’t know if anything this Toon was saying was even English at this rate. “I’ll keep it in mind. Th-Thanks, Stubby.” David said, fixing his glasses.

“¡No hay problema! ¡Necesitas cultura, amigo!”He said, “U-Uh-hahahah, say again?” David asked.

“Oh! I just said “No problem! You need culture, pal!”, is all. Hey! I’ll teach you Spanish, too!”Stubby said, chuckling and waving goodbye.

David just gave a shy wave, and went back into his house. He sighed in resignation, this was harder than he thought.

He transformed back into Cog Form, “I’m wondering if Vin’s first week of infiltration was any different than mine.” He asked himself, lying dramatically on his couch, “Oh, improv. How I love thee.” He said, but he admits he is curious about the albums Stubby loaned him.

“Well…I don’t have to go see my “family” in an hour, but I may as well give Post Malone a listen.” David said.

He brushed his Toon ears and lifted the hood over his head. He managed to succeed infiltration, so he may as well have fun with their stuff.

There’s the mini-synth Young Adam gave him, and the video games Waffles gave him. Why were the Toons being so nice to him? He just moved here.

“You know? Who cares? I get free stuff to do.” David said, deciding to roll with it.

(Later)

Vin had been helping out Zack with catching the last Bloodsucker. They ran through the streets of Tenor Terrace, “So, what’s your brother like?” Wahoo asked.

“Oh, he’s a bit quiet compared to us dogs, but he’s a nice guy! B-But…I will admit, I haven’t talked to him in a while.” Vin said.

“Did Apollo light up when he heard he had other family?” Zack asked, doing a quick squat while they rested by the curb.

“I think he’d wish he had a brother or sister over an uncle.” Vin explained, chuckling to himself.

“Right. So, he decide which Gag tracks he wants to use? Maybe he’s better at Toon-Up than YOU.” Wahoo said, giving a pumped smirk.

Vin just gasped dramatically and put his hand on his chest for dramatic effect. “Why, Wahoo Fist! I’m surprised at you! Haven’t I made you laugh with my jokes?” Vin asked in mock offense.

“Ha! Got me there, man!” Wahoo said.

“Dude, it’d be nice to have another member in the group!” Zack said.

“O-Oh! Nah, David would probably want to do his own thing.” Vin said, trying to dismiss this idea. David’s existence currently threatened the life he’s built for himself, and he can’t trust him just yet.

“Heh! Guess we’ll have to just wait and see! Oh! We should do a welcome party over at Chip & Dale’s! It’d be awesome!” Wahoo then suggested.

“Haha! Yeah, ya know that does sound fun!” Vin said, could go for a drink and a couple of games right about now.

“Oh! A Number Cruncher! That’s rare!” Wahoo said, watching it walk over through the street.

“Oh right. You need to complete it for your Laff Meter, right?” Zack said.

“L-Let’s be careful, fellas. Number Crunchers are tough cookies!” Vin said, still reluctant to take on other Cogs in the room.

“No sweat! Cuz cookies are breakable!” Wahoo said, punching his fist into his hand. “Hey! Cog-Nerd!” Wahoo then ran ahead.

“Oh golly.” Vin sighed in disbelief. “Come on! Let’s save him so he doesn’t go back to Myrna all down in the dumps!” Zack patted his friend’s shoulder and ran ahead.

Vin ran off alongside his friends. “Sorry about this, ya walking calculator!” He said to himself.

“Oh, sorry, but two isn’t the number I’m counting. It’s gonna be zero when I’m done with you.” The Number-Cruncher had said.

“Two? What’s that about?” Zack asked.

“Who cares? If it’s already broken, it makes it easier to beat him! Let’s dance, freak!” Wahoo said!

Vin had made sure to prepare for another battle. Wahoo had thrown a Birthday Cake at the Number Crunchers.

Vin while he waited for his turn had called in an emergency pickup for the Number Cruncher after this battle.

(Later)

Vin had held Apollo in his arms, with Margaret at a bench in Toontown Central. “Now remember buddy: when you see Uncle David, you gotta behave and say hi, okay?” Vin asked.

“‘Kay, Daddy.” Apollo said, playing a game on his daddy’s phone.

Vin then watched as his “brother” had ran up to them. “Vinny! Vin! Hey! I’m here!” David had said.

“David!” Vin said getting up and giving him a hug, even if he was reluctant to.

Margaret had gotten up, her tail curled to her side. “S-Sorry! Am I late?” David asked, sheepishly.

“Nah! Nah! We haven’t been here long!” Vin said, trying to be as upbeat as possible.

David then looked at the fox in his “brother’s” arms. “Uh…you Ap—I-I mean must be Apollo! It’s nice to meet you, buddy!” He said to him.

“Say hi, sweetheart.” Vin said, “Hi.” Apollo said, shyly and still clinging to his daddy.

Margaret walked up to him, “S-Sorry about him, David. He’s shy. I-I’m Margaret! Nice to meet you!” Margaret said.

“Nice to meet YOU, Margaret!” David said, “I-I didn’t think I’d talk to my big brother again! A-And I’m an UNCLE! I’m a BROTHER! I-In-Law…is what I mean.” He said, awkwardly.

“S-So your brother being married was recent news to you? …Vinny, you didn’t even tell him that?” Margaret asked.

Vin just brushed the back of his head, rather nervously. “Well…l-like I said, we didn’t talk much.” Vin sheepishly said.

Apollo then makes grabby hands for his momma and Vin lets her take him. Vin smiled mischievously for a moment.

“Come on, gimme a big ol’ squeeze, Davey!” Vin took the opportunity to keep the illusion up, grabbing his “brother” and pulling him into a tight hug.

Apollo had giggled, while David’s glasses nearly slipped off. “Wh-Whoa! Hey! Knock it off! P-Please?!” David begged for life like he was being attacked.

“Can’t! A hug’s gotta be fun to leave its impact! Well, fun for me, I s’pose!” Vin said, a tad arrogant while still being goofy.

“O-Okay! I yield! I yield!” David said.

While Apollo clapped happily, Margaret studied how David responded to Vin’s playfulness. This whole thing with David was still weird to her.

(Later)

“Dis is Meeka!” Apollo introduced his toy to his uncle. David looked confused for a minute, “Uh…h-hi, Meeka.” Apollo tried to play along.

“Hewwo! Nice meet you, Unkee Davey!”He said in the voice he does for Meeka.

“U-Uh…M-My name is Uncle David, Apollo.” David tried to clarify.

“Dat what I say!” Apollo said, confused.

“David, he’s still young. He’s not going to be able to talk like you would just yet.” Vin clarified, giving his son a kiss on the forehead.

“Until then, he’s still my pwecious puppy-wuppy!” Vin said. “Daddy, stop!” Apollo said, wagging his tail with a hint of embarrassment.

“What? Well, even if ya get bigger, you’ll still be my puppy-wuppy.” Vin said, brushing his head.

David had read Vin’s expression. “D-Does he call you that all the time, Apollo?” David asked.

“Uh-huh!” Apollo said, nodding his head.

“Your mom and dad weren’t too big on nicknames, David?” Margaret asked.

“N-Not a whole lot. H-Heheh.” David had said, nervously. “Oh, nonsense. Mom would always be over the top with you? You were her cookie-bookie!”Vin said, goofily.

“Uh…A-Ah! V-Vinny! I-I told you never to bring that up again!” David said, improvising what Vin was trying to do. Yes-anding off of what his “brother” says. “B-But if we’re talking nicknames, I remember Dad always calling you Tin-Vin Slammer.” David said, pointing in accusation.

“Wait, after the game?” Margaret asked. “Uh—the what now, Margaret?” David asked.

Vin had chuckled, “Ya don’t remember? Tin-Pin?” He asked. Another yes-and improvisation. “O-Oh! Y-Y’know, I don’t think I played a lot of that growing up.” David pretended to admit.

“Oh, fthen it’s time I catch you up. Be prepared, I show no mercy. Especially to beginners!” Margaret said, getting pumped a little.

“She doesn’t, too! I remember the first time I played against her.” Vin said, resting his hand on her waist. Apollo just giggled while he played.

“So…David, if you don’t mind me asking. How bad was the fight between you guys that you cut ties for a while?” Margaret asked.

David was sorta drawing a blank, “U-Uh…well…w-with when our grandad passed away, we didn’t know who get what he left us in the will.” He tried to remember Vin’s narrative.

“I…I want to sell the stuff he left us because of the money it could’ve brought. We couldn’t decide, and then it got rough…h-heheh…” David said.

“Vin’s “wife” never just takes the bait, does she?” He thought to himself, finding himself a tad annoyed with her skepticism.

“O-Okay, b-but is that really enough to want to cut ties with each other?” Margaret asked, curiously. “And now what of the house?”

“W-We were young and stupid, hon.” Vin said, using it to vent the shame he feels for all this. “B-But the issue with the house was settled, I assure ya! It’s in the past! W-Well, as long as my li’l bro’s okay with that?” Vin asked, another cue David picked up.

“O-Oh! Yeah! Yeah! I-I hated all this fighting, anyways! W-We’re uh…wor—what’s the phrase? We’re square?” David asked. “Don’t oversell it, she needs to make sure it’s believable.” He thought to himself.

Margaret still had a look of uncertainty. “U-Uh…Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off like I was interrogating you. It’s just…an adjustment, is all.” Margaret admitted.

Vin placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, sweet pea.” He apologized, wholeheartedly. Before giving her a kiss on the cheek, “I’m gonna make it up to ya somehow, I promise.” Vin said, “I’m thinking I wait on ya hand and foot like a knight does his queen? Sound fun?” He asked, more flirtatious this time.

Margaret blushed, “Vinny, come on! Your brother is watching…” she said. “Let him watch. He needs to get used to it whenever I’m near my sweet pea!” Vin whispered, winking playfully.

David gave an uncertain look on his face. Accidentally imparting his own confusion with Vin’s lack of contempt for these Toons.

Then, the little fox tapped his “uncle’s” shoulder. “Momma and Daddy weird, wight?” Apollo asked, “Y-Yeah, I gotta agree with that, kiddo.” David said, though that agreement wasn’t disingenuous. Apollo just giggled with him. David had given a small laugh to play along with him.

“Weird, are we, Apollo? To think so badly of your daddy and momma.” Vin folded his arms in mock offense, before he scooped him up and wrapped his son and he blew a raspberry on his cheek.

“Daddy—heeeheehee!” Apollo just giggled, embracing his daddy and cozying up to his side.

David watched as Vin had a happy and joyful look in his eyes.

“He’s not playing the part…he actually means the stuff he says to them.” David could tell by how affectionate Vin was being.

But there was also fear in his eyes. He was scared of losing them.

“You really DO love these Toons.” David thought to himself, a bit incredulously.

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Chapter 8:

“Okay, bye, sweet pea!” Vin said, giving his wife a kiss on the lips. “Be careful, babe. You make sure David doesn’t get beaten up by the Cogs.” Margaret said when she pulled away.

“You got it!” Vin winked and smiled, patting Apollo’s head happily. “You be good for Momma, okay?” Vin asked.

“‘Kay, Daddy!” Apollo said, wagging his tail excitedly.

Vin waved as he walked out the door and headed outside.

Vin slapped his cheeks to try and get serious, but all it did was make him chuckle to himself.

“Okay, I need to get serious…I have a meeting.” Vin said, grabbing a Portable Hole and heading to Donald’s Dock.

(Later)

David straightened his glasses, humming to himself one of the songs Stubby had loaned him. He was waiting for his brother. “There you are, bro!” Vin said, cheerfully.

“I was waiting on you, Vinny.” David said, before they headed into Sellbot HQ. “Hey, I’m on time, aren’t I?” Vin asked.

“Yeah. About time you tore away from the wife and kid.” David said, a sneer in his otherwise shy sounding tone. “Are we going to this meeting, or are you going to keep sulking like a child?” Vin asked.

“Fine, fine. Let’s just go.” David said, the two of them walking in between the areas of Bossbot HQ, the country club was lively with Cogs, just…barely playing the games. Really, the Cogs only sat there.

“Why do we even make a country club if none of them wanna play games at it?” Vin asked to himself. He and David snuck past the Toons in the area and made their way to a secret office.

There they sat down in an office. “Gentlemen. Must be good to brie yourselves here.” The Big Cheese said, Vin’s eyes fainted behind his smile, while David looked to his “brother”.

“Let me be the first to welcome you. Couldn’t be “grate-r” timing.” Their Big Cheese handler had said, accompanied by a Corporate Raider, and a Head Hunter.

“Okay, we can consider this meeting begun.” The Big Cheese said.

“So, what’s the emergency, sir?” David asked, curiously. Vin had pushed him to sit down. “As you can see. Our Corporate overhaul’s success rate hasn’t aged exceedingly well.” The Big Cheese said, turning to a monitor on the screen.

“Along with our plans of kicking those muenster Toons to the curd.” The Big Cheese said, “We’ve been dealing with their idiotic raids.”

He switched to a new picture, giving the map of Cashbot HQ. “One of the Penny Pinchers had received word that Toons would be planning a raid in Cashbot HQ 2 weeks from now.”

“You want us involved, sabotaging the raid, sir?” Vin asked, inquisitively. “No holes in that question, Unit V.I.N.” The Big Cheese smirked, “Unit D.A.V.I.D., you’re still a new employee. A Toon who has recently started in Toontown shouldn’t be joining a raid so early.”

“Oh, that calls for a good improvisation. Finally, a challenge I’ve been waiting for.” David said, confidently. Vin glared at David for a moment.

“No, Unit D.A.V.I.D., you will be doing relay and completing your assimilation. Your data shows you’ve yet to acquire Gags or start any new tracks.” The Corporate Raider pulled up the data stats of David’s current Gag Tracks.

“Your assignment is clear, build your assets and acquire new Gags.”the Corporate Raider said.

“Understood, sir.” Vin said, attentively. “No need to be so swissly-official, Unit V.I.N. We’re making a cheddar tomorrow for our corporation, after all.” The Big Cheese said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re one of our greatest employees, after all. We wouldn’t be feta-ing this job done without YOU.” The Big Cheese said. “Thank you, sir. Though, your last pun was kinda bad.”

“Hahahaha! There’s the edge I was swissing!” The Big Cheese said, “Now then, I’d also like to make this meeting known that Unit D.A.V.I.D.’s placement and move into Toon society has been successful, so if everyone would.”

They all clapped for David’s assimilation. “Oh, you’re too kind, sir.” David said, happily taking in the praise and applause.

“All right. Now then. Unit V.I.N., one week from now, you will study how the Toons plan to strike and then counteract while making sure your cover’s not full of holes.” The Big Cheese then said.

“Yes, sir.” Vin said.

(Later)

“Sounds like you’ve got a big job ahead of ya, Big Bro.” David teased, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. “Meanwhile, all I have to do is make sure to get those stupid Gags.”

Vin said nothing, and put his hands in his pockets. “I’ll have to avoid casualties again. That’s not gonna be easy, but I’ll pull it off.” Vin said, to himself.

“Look, I know you think these Toons are your friends, but we’re COGS, Vinny.” David said, trying to think about it logically.

“I mean, your “wife and son”, they—“

“Don’t. Speak. Like. That.” Vin said, glaring coldly at David. “I-I can see I hit a nerve. …Wait, we don’t HAVE nerves.” David said.

“They ARE my wife and son. You’re still new, David. But that’s something you’ll need to understand. Our corporate overhaul on this society would ruin the best parts of life here.” Vin said, sadly.

“You can’t SERIOUSLY be sympathizing with the enemy, Vin. They’re Toons. They’re chaotic, wild, unnatural creatures.” David said, which caused Vin to slap him.

“Don’t you say that ever again! My wife is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Apollo will always be my boy. Zack, Peaches and Wahoo are my friends.” Vin said, angrily.

“They’re not “creatures”, they’re free! They love, they hurt, they have dreams. Once I learned what all that meant, I…I couldn’t even imagine taking that all away from them. Well…at best, we need to minimize the hurt.” Vin said.

“And what happens if they see you or me, Vin? Would they still plan on welcoming us with open arms?” David asked, folding his arms. “No. We’re monsters to them. You know that. It’s why you never told them the truth about what you are.” David said, bluntly.

Vin felt his chest grow heavy on that. “We’d be best off treating them like enemies.”

“Oh, like you’ve had the experience to even suggest that. Spend a few more days here, David. Maybe then you’ll get what I’m saying.” Vin said, sarcastically.

David fixed his glasses, and then realized he wasn’t as immune to Vin’s thought process about Toon’s either. He remembered humming the tunes from the records Stubby had lent him.

(Later)

Vin sat alone at the dinner table, thinking about that argument. Was he just being insincere? He WAS afraid of telling Margaret and Apollo the truth.

He was afraid of losing the good life he’s built ever since he was integrated into Toon society.

“Daddy?” He heard a small, yet quiet voice call him. “O-Oh! Hi, puppy! And just what are YOU doing out of bed this time?” Vin asked, picking him up and holding him.

“Just saw you sittin’. You wook sad.” Apollo said, Vin just chuckled nervously “I-I’m okay, sweetheart. J-Just…thinking about stuff.” Vin said.

“Oh. Here.” Apollo hugged his daddy, trying to get cozy in his arms. “Oh, my widdle Apollo. What’re ya doing? I-I’M supposed to comfort you. Not the other way ‘round.” Vin said, feeling a bit of pride.

Adopted though Apollo may be, he’s got his momma’s love.

“So, how was today with Momma?” Vin asked. “Fun! Shhhh…Momma said she wanna surprise you, Daddy.” Apollo quietly said, giggling.

“A surprise? For me? Oh, buddy. You’re not supposed to tell me a surprise.” Vin said.

“Uh-oh.” Apollo realizes, before Vin puts his finger up to his mouth, “Shhh…I won’t tell Momma you told me, okay?” Vin joked.

“Okay, Daddy.” Apollo said, hugging him close. Vin smiled happily and sadly. “So, what’s the surprise?” He asked.

“We’re gonna head to da beach! Momma said it cool for da beach!” Apollo said, happily.

“Hahahaha! Yeah. She always did love going there when the wind feels nice.” Vin said, happily.

“Wanna tell Unkee Davey?” Apollo asked. Vin’s smile began to wane. He still saw David as a threat, and it was obvious he was still loyal to the Cogs.

But he knows that David was beginning to see it for himself. That song he was humming before they entered the meeting and on the way out.

Unconsciously, David was starting to see why being a Toon was a good experience for him. Vin realizes that this bitterness he has for this change isn’t going to help David understand, either.

“Y-You know…? Why not? I’m betting a good day in the sun is what we need right now.” Vin said, deciding he’d try to make this easier.

“Yay! More people to play!” Apollo cheered, “Exactly! You, me and Uncle Davey can make a sandcastle!” Vin encouraged.

Apollo giggled, “Now we’ll let this be our little secret, okay? I won’t tell Momma you told me, okay?” Vin said, winking.

Apollo cuddled closer to his daddy’s chest. “Thank you. I love you, Daddy.” Apollo said.

Vin smiled and wanted to cry. “I know I’m afraid to tell you the truth about me, Apollo. But…” he thought to himself.

“I love you too, son.” He said outwardly, choosing to take the solace in this moment with his son.

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Chapter 9:

   
    David woke up from Sleep Mode. Today he needed to get serious about his task of acquiring new Gags in his arsenal.

“I wonder who would be mad at me more? Vinny or our bosses?” David asked himself, looking at his inventory of Gags.

“It’s integral that I learn the Drop track because of low accuracy…” David said to himself. “Alongside Sound, and Lure…”

David was assigned these Gags to acquire. He was told to specifically not choose tracks that Vinnie didn’t particularly specialize in.

“Ugh. Unnecessary drama…And I only get to keep six out of the seven? Can’t suppose I can look TOO perfect, I guess.” David complained about it before he heard his doorbell ring.

“U-Uh oh…” David wasn’t ready. He immediately transformed back into his Toon form, metal replaced with fur.

“Thus says farewell to the drama star, and hello to the innocent shy new boy in town…” David said to himself.

“U-Uh! Just one second!” David said, walking up to his door and fixing his glasses.

He opened the door to find a green, green, pink and blue feathered duck. “O-Oh! Young Adam! I-I’m happy to s-see you…” He said, fixing his hood.

“Hi, David! You weren’t busy, were you?” Young Adam asked, worried it was an inconvenient time.

“No no no! It’s fine! I’m not busy, did you need something?” David asked, waving his hands dismissively.

“O-Oh! Well, I figured…m-maybe you wanted to go to the Trolley. I figured it’s a good way to stock up on jellybeans!” Young Adam suggested.

“The…Trolley?” David asked, confused. “You know—the Trolley? They’re all over Toontown.” Young Adam tried to clarify, but David still looked confused.

“Have you NEVER heard of the Trolley? That’s wild!” Young Adam said. “Okay, we need to fix that. Come on!” The duck pulled the dog out.

“H-Hey! Wait, you have to explain—“ David tried to make Young Adam stop and explain his whole thing, but Young Adam had already grabbed a Portable Hole and jumped down, taking David with him.

The next thing they knew, they were back in Toontown Central. David jumped out of the Portable Hole, but landed on his chest.

“Ow…” He said, “You all right?” Young Adam asked. “Y-You coulda just asked me to meet you in Toontown Central…” David said.

“I’m sorry…I got too ahead of myself.” Young Adam said. “But come on! You need to earn Jellybeans fast!” Young Adam said, now pushing David while he explained the financial system of Jellybeans and the Trolley’s games to win those.

“Wait…y-you guys pay with jellybeans?” David asked.

“What do you mean, “you guys”? All Toons use Jellybeans as payment for things like Gags.” Young Adam said.

“R-Right…I-I’m uh…just…”

“Talk is cheap! You need to start catching apples like crazy, bro!” Young Adam said.

“What?!” David said, before the two of them got into the trolley.

“We gotta clear some games and stock up on your jellybeans. The trolley’s gonna take up to one of them.” Young Adam explained.

David could only think he didn’t have much of a choice. He didn’t know that Toons payed for their Gags with jellybeans.

(Later)

David watched as the Trolley went through numerous places. “Sorry about pushing you so hard, David.” Young Adam apologized.

“I-It wasn’t…ideal…” David said, “B-But thanks for telling me how the trolley works. I-I don’t get why, but I’m excited to see what games they have.” He knew he would need to play these games now, if he wanted to maintain the illusion he was a Toon.

David then turned to the wheels of the Trolley breaking and coming to a stop.

“Now, in this games all you need to do is avoid the Cogs while grabbing the apples the guys up there throw down to us.” Young Adam explained.

David asked the question internally about the Cogs that he was talking about. If there were Cogs here, why haven’t they invaded. He then noticed a cat and mouse waving to them, while the mouse throws apples.

“Wh-Why does she have anvils in her hand?” David asked, nervously. “Yeah, bit of advice, avoid those, too.” Young Adam explained.

David wanted to gulp because he couldn’t imagine getting hit by one of those things.

“Okay, timer start…andddd….Go!” The mouse said, he and the cat getting their tools ready.

David and Young Adam immediately broke, trying to run. David had to make sure to keep watch on the area around him, while he saw where the apples were coming from.

“W-Whoa!” He said, managing to catch one. “David, watch out!” Young Adam shouted, managing to catch a few apples himself.

David didn’t have a minute to look up, as he had gotten hit with an anvil. “Ow! Hey, watch it!” David said, though he was shocked by how it didn’t damage his system.

David then got back up as soon as possible and ran to go and get more apples. The dog watched as a bunch of things that resembled the Cogs were walking by. “They’re props…I see. Just obstacles.” David thought to himself.

“Well, I gotta prove I’m above these peons SOMEHOW.” David thought to himself, using the programmed agility he was given as a Toon. He was still new to this whole thing, but these reflexes should make the game easier.

He managed to avoid the Cogs, but it was the anvils that really got to him.

“Easy! Don’t take another hit!” Young Adam said, pushing him outta the way and getting hit.

“Whoa! Y-Young Adam!” He said, “W-Why’d you—?” David was confused. Why did he do that?

“Okay, time’s up!” The mouse in the tree had said!

“Okay…Young Adam Whipple. You got a grand total of…16 apples.” The mouse had said.

“And David Zillowoof…you got…oh wow, 18, just two higher than Young Adam.” The cat had said.

“O-Oh really…Th-That’s awesome!” David said, “Expertly choreographed, my dear David.” He thought to himself.

“That was incredible! Do you run track or something? You’re pretty fast.” Young Adam asked, beak dropped in surprise.

“I-I guess I’m f-full of surprises. H-Hope I didn’t show you up…” David said, trying to sound humble.

(Later) 

Young Adam then showed David where to best spend his Jellybeans at grocery stores and order clothes on Clarabelle’s Cattlelog. “Ok! Honestly, a good way to make money and exercise!” Young Adam said.

David nodded his head, “I gotta say…I-I don’t know what to think of today.” He said.

“Oh, I guess Trolley’s not your forte?” Young Adam asked, “I know somewhere that would be fun! Let’s head to the Butter-Sketch!”

“Uh…S-Say again?” David asked. “It’s an ice cream place! Ice cream’s the answer to life’s problems, after all!” Young Adam said, grabbing his hand.

“H-Hey!” David felt his arm grabbed again and pulled through the Portable Hole.

(Later that night)

Young Adam then opens and holds the door for David to walk through.

David hated that he had to go to Donald’s Dreamland because of how dark and foggy it always is over here, but he supposed he shouldn’t try to decline.

“Oh…joy, more customers. I’m so happy my business thrives…” Peaches said, sarcastically.

“Hi, Ms. Peaches!” Young Adam said, happily. Peaches just looked dejected and annoyed, but she still did her job.

David then looked around at the kids drawings all over the walls, and even some drawings of other things, like monochrome sketches that looked real. “Whoa…The shading on that vase is incredible…” he thought to himself, adjusting his glasses in intrigue.

Before he heard a snapping noise, his floppy ears and tail shot up in panic. “A-Augh!” He jumped into the air.

“Hey! Buy something and stop gawking at the walls.” Peaches said, bluntly. “Y-You aren’t like the other Toons…” David said, sheepishly.

“Yeah, well…I like my quiet, so I’d rather run a counter than run my mouth like an idiot.” Peaches said, waving her hand dismissively. “And talking to YOU is wasting my quiet time, so what’d ya want?” She asked.

“O-Oh, uh…I-I’ll take a raspberry sherbet…” David said, he was weirded out by this Toon’s particular more gruff and sarcastic attitude.

“Okay, will you take that medium or large?” She asked. “Large…uh…p-please?” He asked.

“All right then, that’ll be 7 Jellybeans.” She said, David handing her the Jellybeans.

“Isn’t she cool?” Young Adam asked. “I…think she called us idiots for talking.” David clarified.

“She just puts out a vibe. She’s really nice.” Young Adam said, David just nodded his head.

“David?” A familiar voice called out to him. He looked over to a table.

There stood Vin, Margaret and Apollo. “O-Oh! H-Hi!” David said, nervously.

Apollo was too busy coloring with his crayons to notice. “Guess your friend took you to the right ice cream spot, bro?” Vin asked.

“U-Uh, I guess so, haha.” David said, sheepishly. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“I decided to treat Maggie and Apollo tonight! …You were kinda the last person I expected to see here.” Vin explained.

“I-I could say the same, big bro. I-I’m here with a buddy…” David explained.

Vin held his paws together and made a condescending gesture. “Aww, my baby bwo’s making pals! I’m so loud! Oh! I meant to say proud, too!” He joked.

David just cringed mentally at the goofiness of his “brother.”

He admits, his first day out as a Toon among the public was less than ideal.

He’s in for a long ride.

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Chapter 10:

   David and Young Adam just chilled with Vin and his family in the Butter-Sketch. “So, ya made a buddy already?” Vin asked, pointing to Young Adam.

“W-Well, I dunno…W-We’re just neighbors.” David had said. “Aww, that makes me sad…” Young Adam said. “Th-Though, now that I think about it, I did just make you play the Catching Game against your will.” He admitted.

Vin just tried to withhold his laughter. “Vinny, come on, that isn’t funny.” Margaret said.

“Oh come on, sweet pea, it’s a LI’L funny!” He whispered.

“Th-The anvils didn’t hurt as much as I thought they would, though…I-I guess I’m more like a well-oiled machine than I thought, haha!” He joked, which Vin had side-eyed.

“Yeah, well, ya gotta get used to it, li’l bro. Wait’ll ya try the climbing game, it’s loadsa fun!” Vin said.

“Oh, memory’s really cool, too! That one’s not as dangerous.” Young Adam advised.

“Oh! David, I can help with that one. I’m good with memory.” Margaret offered.

“On-One game at a time, please?” David asked, a bit awkwardly. “Right! Sorry, bro. …though ya might wanna REMEMBER to eat your ice cream.” Vin joked, pointing to David’s bowl.

David was actually unsure of how he and Vin can really do this. He then grabbed a spoonful and tried the sherbet carefully.

“Whoa…what…?! This is…” David didn’t know how to describe it, but it was incredible to him. The dog’s eyes began to sparkle with delight.

“Whoa whoa whoa, slow down. You’ll get a brain freeze.” Young Adam said, “I’ll be fine! I don’t get brain freeze!” David said, confidently.

Vin smiled for a minute. He was glad David loved it, “Wow, he’s NEVER had sherbet before?” Margaret asked, incredulously.

“He’s never had raspberry before. And NO ONE can make it like Peaches.” Vin said, playing off the situation. “I’m sorry, Margaret.” He thought to himself, sadly. Vin patted Apollo’s head for both security and comfort.

When Vin then had a scoop of his own ice cream, he saw Apollo giggling to himself as he pushed his toy’s face into the ice cream. “Puppy, don’t do that. You’re gonna ruin it.” Vin scolded him.

“But Meeka wants ice cream.” Apollo said, giggling and holding up his toy.

“But it’s a stuffed animal…” David was confused. Vin side-eyed him again.

“But look at Meeka, Unkee Davey. She got ice cream.” Apollo tried to object.

“Uh…my mistake, heheh.” David chuckled awkwardly.

“It’s okay.” Apollo said, happily while getting his ice cream.

“I wonder…should I ask for sauce on my ice cream?” David asked his brother for any idea.

Vin could see Peaches giving him a “don’t tell him” look. “Uh…I don’t think Peaches really does the sauces here, bro.” Vin tried to lie, a more uneasy smile on his face.

“That…That’s…not true. I can see sauces on your sundae. Don’t lie to me!” David said.

“Th-That’s not sauce…” Vin said, awkwardly. “Why are you lying? Peaches gives out—“

“Eat your food! If you wanted sauce, you coulda asked me at the countertop!” Peaches shouted, completely aggravated.

It startled everyone at the table. “Y-Y’know, who n-needs sauce anyways?” David asked, sheepishly and not wanting to start any further trouble.

(Later)

David went home for the day and contemplated how…eventful the day had been. “Sheesh, how exactly do these Toons have the fortitude to do all this?” He asked, actually rubbing his eyes as though he was tired.

“On the bright side, I did a good calibration test back there in the catching game.” David said, patting his legs in emphasis.

He then waited a moment to transform into his Cog Form. “That’s more like it, though…” He said, brushing off imaginary dust from his suit.

“I don’t know what Vin loves about these…beings, exactly. That fox is…odd.” David was weirded out, but he’s not particularly good at understanding what a baby or a child is.

“But…I guess Peaches wasn’t like the normal rabble I expected. Or Young Adam…” David said, he then looked at the albums Stubby loaned him.

“He said…Toons aren’t our enemies when we live among them.” David said, looking at himself in the mantle’s mirror. David’s body then shifted and reshaped back into Toon Form.

“I-If I’m gonna be a good operative…I should…heed my brother’s advice.” He decided.

“So…you’re David Zillowoof. Just the new Toon in town.” He smirked to himself, confident he could play and embrace the role perfectly.

“I mean. It’s not like my bosses will plan any deadly actions against them.” He said, deciding to look at Clarabelle’s Cattlelog.

“Maybe I should buy these so I can scan them…” David suggested, deciding he needs to rebuild his outfit with other things.

(The next day)

David decided that today he would head to Headquarters and acquire his first Toontask.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The duck asked, “H-Hi, I’m here b-bee—because I need to work on a new Gag Track?” He asked.

“Oh, have you met President Flippy yet?” The duck asked.

“P-President Flippy?” David asked, “Yes. You’re supposed to complete all the tutorials before you engage in learning a new Gag Track.” The duck explained, “Can I get a name?”

“Oh! Uh…David Zillowoof.” David said, wondering if he’s laying the shyness on too thick.

“David Zillowoof…Oh, right! You’re one of the new tenants in Zapfall. Okay! Let me just set up an appointment with President Flippy…” The duck said, working on the computer.

“President Flippy Doggenbottom…no doubt he’s the one who helped lead this Toon revolution against us Cogs. It might do me some good to learn more about him.” David thought to himself.

“Okay, you’re all set! Though, his schedule was booked. So your appointment has been merged with another tenant new to Toontown.” The duck said, finishing the typing on the computer.

“O-Oh thank you.” David said in return. David kept a digital list of all the tracks he was ordered to retrieve.

He needs to learn Lure, Toon-Up, Trap, and Sound. Lure and Trap are the least guaranteed to work most of the time, and Toon-Up—while helpful to Toons, ensures that less damage be done to Cogs during fights.

And Sound was the best way to cover attacks that he would have to do on fellow Cogs to avoid suspicion.

“They could either see me as a coward…or a gambler.” David thought to himself.

“Your appointment will be around 3PM. Don’t be late.” The duck kindly assured.

“O-Oh, uh…Th-Thank you.” He said.

(Later)

David was led to the room where the president of Toontown was sitting in. He wasn’t sure about meeting such a legendary Toon, but the Cogs reported that he and Slappy Quackintosh were incredible respected Toons that invited this entire revolution against the Cogs.

“Hey, you nervous, too?” The other rookie Toon had asked David. “A-A little…I-I didn’t think I’d be meeting President Doggenbottom.” David said.

“Yeah, same, haha.” The emerald crocodile said, “I’m Fireball! Fireball Sunburst.” Fireball introduced himself.

“I-I’m David…David Zillowoof.” David introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you! Looks like we get to be meeting buddies for a little bit!” Fireball said, excitedly before knocking on the door.

“Yeah, h-haha…” David said, now walking through the door.

There, at the desk sat an aqua furred dog. “Hi, boys! Name’s Flippy! Nice to meetcha!” Flippy kindly introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Doggenbottom.” Fireball said.

“First, I’d like to apologize for having your training missions booked around the same time, but hey! You know being a Prez ain’t exactly a job with a lotta time.” Flippy explained, cheerfully, walking up to Fireball and David to shake their hands personally.

“Now then, let me be the first to say it’s a great thing that you guys have moved here in Toontown! Why, I’m sure you boys will get into all kindsa trouble!” Flippy said.

“But hey, I’m getting ahead of yourselves. Let’s talk the present with your first Toontasks.” Flippy said, writing out on pieces of paper.

“Add these to your Schticker Books if you please?” Flippy asked, giving them two.

Their first objective was to take down a Level 1 Flunky each. “That’s the first job of any Toon. We’ll head to Tutorial Terrace first, since that’s where a lot of easy Flunkies tend to go to.” Flippy explained.

“Yes sir! Yes sir!” Fireball said, “Excited, David?” He asked.

“U-Uh…I guess.” David said, nervously. “I just hope the cleanup crew can get there when we finish.” He then thought to himself.

“Vin…this operation better be worth it.” David wasn’t particularly comfortable with breaking apart other Cogs, but they can be salvaged if their AIs are still working. Most of them are.

“Now Davey. I’ve heard word that you’ve moved in already? How’s Zapfall treating you?” Flippy asked.

“O-Oh…It’s a little unnerving, but I’m moving in okay, President Doggenbottom.” David said.

“Sheesh, kiddo. What’s with all the titles and stuff? Call me Flippy—everyone does! Haha!” Flippy said.

“U-Uh…y-yes sir. I-I mean…Flippy.” David said, fixing his glasses and walking alongside Fireball and Flippy.

“Vin…I hope this life is worth it. Honestly, you’re lucky I love a good heel-face turn.” David said, now beginning to hope in giving this life a try.

Still, he doesn’t know if Vin has a plan for if he and David are ever found out.

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Chapter 12:

   David and Fireball had to deal with continuous trials and tribulations of their tutorials before they truly begin their work as Toons.

Flippy was a diligent worker when it came to the new recruits.

“Now remember—make it easy on yourself when it comes to Toontasks.” Flippy explained, “We may be fightin’ battles, but every now and then we need our zzz’s.”

“Y-Yes sir.” Fireball and David said. “Now, let’s talk about how to retrieve Jellybeans. Though…I think Davey had a rough experience a couple days ago.” Flippy said.

“H-Huh?” David was shocked, and embarrassed. “I heard from Slappy that Young Adam had been pushing ya to the Trolley.” Flippy said.

“DON’T RAT ME OUT, FLIPPY!” A duck shouted from across the building, startling the three of them. “‘Cuz I’m a duck, just so you know, boys.” Slappy had said from the door.

“Y-Yeah…” David said, nervously. “Does he always shout like that?” Fireball asked.

“No…No…” Flippy said “no”, but nodded his head as a contradictory answer.

“Huh…Good…luck with that, sir.” David said, giving a nervous thumbs up. “I hear you gossiping! That’s very rude!” Slappy said.

“L-Let’s just go ahead to the Trolley and get a quick rundown of the games.” Flippy said, giving a nervous grin.

“Believe you me, that’s nothing compared to how he gets around summertime.” Flippy said.

“DON’T! BRING! IT! UP!” Slappy said, annoyedly. “We’ll talk later, we gotta run!” Flippy said.

Slappy just grumbled in annoyance. “Is he gonna teach them the basics or gossip about my home life while he’s at it?” He asked himself.

“Kofi, can you move Flippy’s 4:00?” Slappy asked, carrying his paperwork.

(Later)

David watched as the Trolley continued to drive through the tunnels. After 3 minigames, he hopes this to be the last they deal with today. “Okay, the next game is pretty easy. All it takes is decisive and aiming.”

“What, like a shooting game?” Fireball asked, “Oh! Ohh! Is this that one where we have to throw pies at Cogs and protect barrels?” He asked, passionately.

“No, that one’s a li’l advanced. I got one of the most basics of basics.” Flippy explained. “Oh, we’re here!”

Flippy led the boys to a platform with a ladder. A water tower was nearby. “Okay, now I need you guys to put on some safety gear when we get up there.” The dog explained.

“In case we fall off?” David asked. “No. In case you hit the ground instead’a the water.” Flippy said.

“Wh-What does that mean, sir?” David asked, a little nervous. Flippy led them to the top of the platform.

David and Fireball realized that three cannons were set on the platform, aimed at the water tower.

“I know that look! Haha! It wasn’t a water tower, boys!” Flippy said. “This game is called the Cannon Game. Rules are simple. You have to aim and land in the water of the bucket.” Flippy then folded his arms.

“But, we are on both a bean limit and time limit.” Flippy said, setting a timer and seeing a set of jellybeans on the counter.

“Y-You’re serious, sir?” David asked, “I-I don’t know about this.” He fixed his glasses and looked over to the bucket.

“I’m down! My aim’s bad, but the splash of the water will make it worth it!” Fireball said, brushing his cheek with his thumb.

“Haha! There we go! Now, Davey. It’s gonna be a little scary, but I promise you’re gonna be fine!” Flippy encouraged.

“Yeah…Like I won’t suffer a malfunction…” David thought to himself. He watched and Fireball loaded himself into one of the cannons.

“Is Vin SURE these Toons aren’t insane?” David said, carefully loading himself into the cannon.

“All right, David, you can do this…” he said to himself, trying to aim himself at the best possible position and angle.

“H-Here goes—“ David pressed the button and the cannon launched him into the air.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” David shouted at the top of his lungs. His fur brushed intensely against the wind and his glasses had fallen off and landed back at the platform.

Where he landed next was directly into the water of the bucket.

(Later)

Flippy had taken the time to converse with the two of them before they head back to Toontown Central. “Gotta say, Davey. I’m impressed! Ya managed to get it first try!”

“Y-Yeah…if you call me screaming for life “managing.”” David said, nervously. “I’m more surprised you dried off so quickly, Dee.” Fireball said, still hitting water out of his ears and cleaning with a towel.

“Y-Yeah, haha…I-I’m just full o-of surprises.” David said, fixing his glasses. David had used a built-in heater to dry off.

“Hm?” David then got a notification in his visuals. It was from Vin.

“Heya, li’l bro! How’s the training going? :D uvu :P ( ・・)（•ν•）” His big brother asked, putting tons of emoticons in the message.

“It’s going great. But how ‘bout a little warning before I get blasted into a cannon next time?!” David replied to Vin’s message.

“Aww, now where would the fun in that be? Life’s supposed to be fulla surprises, no?(・ω・)” Vin asked.

“Just tell me what you’re texting me about. And stop with the emoticons!” David replied, getting annoyed.

“Just wanted to tell ya to go to Chip & Dale’s later today. I’ll be waiting! …Oh, and your new buddies can join! (・ω・) （ω）.” Vin said, and David knew he was enjoying all the joking around.

David sighed in annoyance, “He really leans into it…” he muttered to himself.

(Later)

David walked through the tunnels that lead straight to Chip & Dale’s, the starry night greeting him and the others he brought with. “Look what I got!” Fireball said, picking up a twig. “Ever used to play with these at school?”

“You…play with sticks?” David asked. “Just when I wanted play swords like a superhero.” Fireball said, “Double-Spinning Edg—WAAOAH!” He then tripped over a rock when he was spinning around.

“You okay?” Young Adam asked, lifting Fireball up. “Yeah…My bad! So, your brother invited us out here, where is he?” Fireball asked the dog.

David straightened his glasses, “Good question…” he said, questionably.

“SURPRISE!!!!!” An entire group shouted, startling David senseless.

“AAAHH—what?! What?! What the heck?! What?!” David shouted, defensively, trying to swipes his arms like he’s trying to defend himself.

“David! David!” Vince’s voice rang out. “Relax! You act like this was an ambush!” Vin said, trying to keep David calm.

David calmed himself down, “S-Sorry…” he apologized, “I-It’s fine.”

“Yeah! I knew ya had some fighter spirit in ya! Let’s brawl it out later, ashhole!” Wahoo said, cracking his knuckles.

“I-Ignore him…” Vin said, nervously.

“What is all this?” David asked, putting his hands in his pockets. “It’s a welcoming party! For you and Fireball!” Vin explained.

“Vinny said they wanted to throw a party. I figured it was a good reason.” Margaret said, “Happy Birthday, Unkee Davey!” Apollo said.

“Puppy, it’s a welcoming party. Birthdays have piñatas.” Vin said.

“There’s a piñata?!” Apollo asked. “Th-There’s no piñata, Apollo.” David said, which made him sad.

“Awww…” Apollo said.

David looked at all of Vin’s Toon friends. He had made a whole lot compared to the few David had met.

David was adamant of being a Toon now, alongside Vin. He supposes he should try and be more friendly.

(Later)

“All right, all right—come on, you call that punching?! Do better, ashhole!” Wahoo said, watching David throw punches.

David was getting physically exhausted, but he was tired of this. “I thought—thought…this was a party.” David said.

“No excuse to get soft now, rookie! Never slack off!” Wahoo said, “Polly! Your turn!”

“Y-You should seriously stop shouting, Wahoo.” Vin said, keeping Apollo close for a moment.

“Haha! My bad! All right, Polly! You’re up next. Throw your best punches!” Wahoo said.

“D-Does Wahoo do this all the time?” David asked.

“He likes his friends to keep up. Ya never know when ya need to smack a Cog in the chest!” Vin joked.

“Is that really what he thinks?” David asked, Margaret then just giggled. “He’s been like that since me and him were kids.” Margaret said, curling her tail to her husband.

“There we go! Put some work into it, kid!” Wahoo said, with Apollo managing to throw some punches into Wahoo’s palms.

David snorted. “This is who you choose to hang out with?” David asked.

“Uh—haha—li’l bro, you might wanna look at the company you keep.” Vin said, placing his hands on his hip dramatically.

David then looked at Young Adam and Fireball playing with the DJ equipment. “HEY HEY HEY! WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA?!” Stubby said, re-organizing the vinyl records and fixing the equipment.

“¡Lo siento por eso, amigos! ¡Léjame arreglar eso!” Stubby said, trying to reset the settings.

David sighed. “Whatever…”

“So, was your first day in Toontown like this, Vinny?” He asked.

Vin had merely folded his arms and laughed, over-the-top as ever. “I wish it was nearly this fun! Haha…We didn’t do a welcome party. I was still new in town.” Vin explained.

“When me, Myrna and Wahoo first showed him to Chip & Dale’s place. He overdid it on the drinking.” Margaret said, giggling at the memory.

“Oh—h-haha…I was howling in my sleep after that.” Vin explained. David just laughed, “That’s insane! I gotta admit! I oughta try that!” He said.

“Ha—No, Davey. Don’t. I can hardly put up with Vin when he gets all buzzy.” Margaret said, resting her head against Vin’s shoulder. “Yeah, ya NEVER wanna see me buzzing like the bees! Haha!” Vin said.

“O-Okay, I’ll be m-moderate about my drinks.” David said, “Darn…I need drama here, my gosh…” he thought to himself, taking a drink out of spite for the lack of drama at party drama.

“Well, since Vinny’s here. I may as well ask him about his mission.” David thought to himself. He was smart about it, and texted him through their built-in communicators.

“Hey, I wanted to ask. How’s your mission?” David asked, through text while drinking.

Vin got the notification, while he put Apollo down to nap. “It’s going along, I guess. Why? (・・?)” Vin replied in the text, still using the emoticons.

“‘Cuz I’m wondering how you’ll pull it off. Unless you’re planning to sabotage the raid without harming the other Toons?” David asked.

“I’ve got a plan, don’t worry about that.（ •ν•）” Vin replied, physically giving David a thumbs up about their mission.

“Vin…I wanna say this, but…you may have had a point about our infiltration.” David said, admitting that his days in Toontown Central, while not exactly the greatest, were probably the best thing ever. He wouldn’t have made friends with Young Adam and Fireball.

“But…You can’t keep hiding from your wife and son. Eventually they’ll find out.” David noted.

“I know…But I’m trying to find a way to sever my link with the Cogs.” Vin said, “I don’t know how, but I’ll know what to do later.” 

David then folded his arms, questioning.

Vin’s thought he’s found another way? How?