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Oh god Chloe where could he be???? I don’t wanna lose my favorite pink hatted godchild!!
(Already getting emotional, wrapping his arms around his other godchild as he weeped.)
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Well maybe he’s just in his Crimson Chin comics hanging around and pretending to be a superhero!!
(Looking through the stacks of comic books as he flips through pages and pages, finding absolutely nothing.)
…hehehe…that’s weird…he’s not here…
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Hmm…you know what? There has been this rather ‘pink hatted beaver kid’ shaped hole inside that’s been needing to be filled, but what could it be…
(Give him a moment to process, head in his head slowly turning…)
…eh, let’s just as Timmy…hey where is he—
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Sure Chloe, you know how reliable I am, now how can I help, need someone to teach you how to play dead too?
(Already using his magic to place her inside an open casket…where’s Wanda when you need her—)
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(But all that could be seen was a helpless goldfish…with a crow…laying on its back with a dead lifeless look in its eyes!!!)
Oh. Hey Chloe!! I was practicing playing dead like all pet goldfish do!! Pretty good right?
(And of course…he’s okay…)
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…oh. Yeah. Right. Magic. Forgot.
So where did you get this do— wait, YOU DIDNT STEAL IT DID YOU? YOUNG LADY I AM—
Oh wait. Why would you, you have fairies, forgot again.
(Oh boy.)
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Not to self.
Make sure your god children aren’t listening in on you and your wife’s ’private time’
Good thing Poof wasn’t here to hear any of this.
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