Nyahello~
Would recommend ya to read this first if you have not: Seuwat wuvs yu!
~ Mey <3
Skewer stared out from the little housie next to the Castwe Doorsie, feeling all cozy and warm. It was a nice bright time today. A pretty blue sky, a warm light from the sky ball and a nice cool wind and Skewer was just watching the Fwuffies of the hewd do their own things.
There was Baeohnet, one of the Cawe Mawes, making walkies with some of the babbehs, and showing them around the Castwe as they bounced around excitedly, and Skewer could hear them asking all sorts of questions. Skewer smiled, it was such a cute sight.
Then there was Speaw and Needwe, nuzzling each other as they made walkies. They had become specaw fwens a few bwight times ago, and Needwe had started to become happy again, which filled Skewer with heawt happies.
By one of the nesties, Scwew, another one of the Toughies, was on his nummie break and was talking to some of the bigger babbeh, probably telling them important things from Seuwat, like the oldah Fwuffies had told them when they were babbehs. It filled Skewer with pride.
He loved doing this. Watching all the wonderful Fluffies of the hewd just doing their own things. It made gave him so many heawt happies and just made him so proud being part of Seuwat’s hewd, but his joy was short lived as he noticed a rather annoying Fwuffy approaching, Penciw, and one of the new big Fwuffies, Pick. Skewer sighed and prepared his thinky place for some dummeh questions.
“Skewew kno wen Waid be donsie?” Penciw asked “Penciw wan gu tu fowest n sho Pick hao be bestest Nummie Findew wike Penciw”.
Skewer sighed and rolled his see places
“Hao am Skewew kno wen Waid?” Skewer asked “Seuwat onwy sa Waid am dis bwight time”.
Penciw pouted and rolled his own see places and Skewer just sighed as he shook his head. Penciw was a really good Nummie Findew, but sometimes he liked nummie finding too much, like all he could think of was nummie finding, when a Waid was supposed to be a scawy time where bad Fwuffies tried to gib the Castwe doorsie sorry hoofies, so that they could give the hewd hurties and steaw all da nummies. He looked at Pick and hoped that Pick would not end up like Penciw, and he hoped that Penciw was being a proper oldah Fwuffy at least.
“Di Penciw teww Pick wat am do fo Waid dis bwight time?” Skewer asked
Pick nodded excitedly.
“Pick am on Castwe Waww wit Cheew Fwuffies, am Wockies Dwoppew!”
Skewer nodded, feeling relieved that Pick knew what to do. He turned to Penciw who had such a smug.
“Penciw am bestest nummie findew n awso bestest oldah Fwuffy!” Penciw announced.
Skewer scoffed and rolled his see places before making a grin.
“Wat am Penciw du fo Waid dis bwight time?” Skewer asked curiously
“Penciw am pawt of Poopie Whine Fwuffies!” Penciw exclaimed with pride.
“Wow!” Pick exclaimed in amazement.
Skewer stared at Penciw, who had his head held up high and his chest puffed out., but Skewer looked at Penciw with concern.
“Be cawefuw otay Penciw, awways wisten tu Anwand n make fastest wunnies afta poopies, otay?”
“Penciw nu wat tu du!” Penciw exclaimed with indignation, but then he looked down with a slight pout.
“Bu… Bu tankies Skewew” Penciw added softly with an embarrassed look.
Skewer just smiled and looked back at Pick who was also smiling.
“Wat am Skewew gon du?” Pick asked.
“Skewew am Secwet Hurties Fwuffies dis bwight time”
Pick looked at him with amazed see places, but Penciw had a look of concern.
“Dat su coow!” Pick exclaimed “Pick wan be secwet hurties Fwuffy nexie bwight time!”
“Nu!” Skewer and Penciw cried out in unison.
Pick jumped back slightly, shocked by this.
“Y… Y nut?” Pick asked hesitantly.
“Becaw Pick am Nummie Findew” Penciw replied.
“Penciw am wite, Secwet Hurtie Fwuffies am onwy fo Toughies” Skewer replied in agreement.
“Bu… Pick nu can be Nummie Findew n Secwet hurtie Fwuffy?” Pick asked timidly
Penciw shook his head vigorously, and Skewer did the same.
“Secwet Hurtie Fwuffy am vewy dangewous” Skewer explained “Onwy Toughies dat gib many sowwi hoofies wit Bad Fwuffies can be Secwet Hurtie Fwuffies, becaw nee tu bi good at gib sowwi hoofies n get sowwi hoofies fwom Bad Fwuffies”.
“N Fwuffy can get foebah sweepies!” Penciw added “Ebah Toughies get foebah sweepies fwom be Secwet Hurtie Fwuffy becaw many Bad Fwuffies”
Skewer noticed the horrified look from Pick. That was good. It would mean he would not make secwet walkies like Pen, a Nummie Findew who wanted to also be a Secwet Hurtie Fwuffy. In the end, many Toughies got foebah sweepies becaw they needed to pwotect Pen, and still Pen got foebah sweepies. Being a Secwet Hurtie Fwuffy was a dangewous job and he noticed Penciw look at him with worry.
“Skewew be safies, otay?” Penciw asked.
Skewer seemed surprised by this, but nodded with a small smile.
“Tankies Penciw, Skewew wiww be safies n…”
“WAID AM NAO!” Screamed a voice.
Skewer recognized it. It was Pisawo, making talkies at the magic Fwuffy boxie that allowed all the Fwuffies to heaw what Pisawo was saying even though he was still in Seuwat housie, and Skewer noticed Anwand running down the tree.
“Wets gu! Wets gu!” Anwand cried out.
Skewer stared out and looked to Scwew who was telling the babbehs to go to the nestie and then moved to magic boxie that made the Fwuffy pointy thing more pointy. Then Skewer turned back to Penciw and Pick, to give them a nod.
“Be safies!” Skewer exclaimed to Penciw and Pick “N wememba, Seuwat wuvs yu!”
“Seuwat wuvs yu!” Penciw and Pick responded.
Pick stared from atop the Castwe Waww, looking at the forest in awe. Beautiful greenery and a big blue sky. It was such a wonderful bright time. Pick looked around. Like him, many of the new big Fwuffies and big babbehs were excited. Waids were always such a fun time. The Cawe Mawes and oldah Fwuffies awways said that it was scawy time, but it was really hard to be so scared up here on the Castwe Waww, because all the Fluffies down there looked so small.
“Sc… Scawy” said one of the babbehs, Fowk, peering down the Castwe Waww.
“Nu be scawdies” Pick stated calmly “Am onwy scawdies ib Fowk faww, bu ib Fowk nu wook downsie den am nut scawdies”.
Fowk backed away slightly and Pick looked at her with a smile.
“Am Fowk scawdies anymo?” Pick asked.
Fowk thought about it, then looked at him in surprise.
“Nu! Fowk nu hab scawdies anymo!” Fowk cried out with joy
“Dat wite. Onwy scawdies ib Fowk wook down, bu ib stay hewe den no scawdies!”
“Pick am su smawt!” Fowk cried out.
Pick held his head up high and noticed some of the other Fluffies giving him nods of approval. He felt so proud being a smawty Fwuffy, but now was not the time, as the bad Fwuffies were coming close.
“Obah dere!” One of the Cawe Mawes, Wapiew, shouted.
Pick stared out to where Wapiew was pointing and saw a bunch of bright colors coming close. Anwand stepped forward and took a deep breath.
“BAD FWUFFY AM COMING!” Anwand shouted in such a loud voice.
“Woud noisie” Fowk cried out with a whimper
Some of the Fluffies laughed and Needwe gave Fowk a nice huggie, as Anwand stuck his tongue out with a small grin.
“Sowwi Fowk, bu Anwand nee teww Fwuffy in fwont of Castwe Doowsie tu be weady”
Fowk nodded with a cute pout, and Anwand nuzzled her, causing her to giggle and causing more of the Fluffies to laugh with big friend smiles as they nuzzled her as well.
“Fowk be gud babbeh n be bwave wite?” Anwand asked.
“Fowk be bwave!” Fowk exclaimed.
Pick and the other Fluffies cheered, giving Fowk nuzzles for being such a good babbeh and Anwand stepped to the side of the Castwe Waww again.
“AM POOPIE WHINE WEADY?” Anwand asked.
Pick stared down. Inside the Castwe, behind the Castwe Doowsie was Pisawo, as well as many oldah Nummie Findews and Toughies. Penciw was amongst them, and they all looked up with big smiles.
“WEADY!” Pick heard them shout in unison.
Pick was feeling excited now. He could see the colors coming closer. The Bad Fluffies were coming. He looked excitedly, trying to find where the Secwet Hurtie Fluffies were hiding, but could not see them. They were always so good at hiding, but it was time to focus, for Pick could see the first of the Bad Fluffies coming closer.
Pick stared at the Bad Fluffy it was still quite small, but he could see it. No pointy thing. No wingies. It was definitely a Bad Fluffy, because only Good Fluffy had pointy things. He could not imagine what it must have been liked to be a Fluffy with no pointy. How horrible, but there was no time to think about that, because he could see more Bad Fluffies coming. A lot of Bad Fluffies, this felt like way more Bad Fluffies than any other bright time, and it seemed that Pick was not the only one to think that.
“Su… Su many Bad Fwuffies” Pick heard Needwe say.
“An… Anwand am dis bad?” Pick heard another Cawe Mawe, Stake, ask.
Pick felt nervous and as he looked around he noticed many of the other Fluffies looking nervous as well, but Anwand shook his head and held his head up high.
“Nu” Anwand said firmly “Seuwat awweady kno dis am weally big Bad Fwuffy hewd, dat y hab both Poopie Whine n Secwet Hurtie Fwuffies”.
Hearing this Pick and many other Fluffies began to smile with relief. Of course Seuwat knew this, after all Seuwat see ebeting. Pick could not help but smile and some of the oddah Fluffies began to cheer, but Anwand stomped his hooves.
“Nu mow waughies, nee tu be sewious! Seuwat kno but hewd stiww nee to pwotect Castwe!”
The Fluffies stopped laughing and looked at Anwand with serious faces. That’s right. Even if Seuwat knew, they still had to do their very bestest to pwotect the Castwe. Pick noticed some of the Bad Fwuffies were close to the Castwe Waww now.
“CHEEW FWUFFIES!” Anwand cried out.
On cue, many of the Cawe Mawes and babbehs began to cry out “Seuwat” in unison before stomping their hoofies twice.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
The noisie was so loud, like the scawy noise of the bwight light that came during sky wawa.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
Pick stared at Fowk who did not mind the noise. She too had a proud face, screaming Seuwat before stomping her hooves twice.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
Pick got into position standing next to some wockies and looked down at the Bad Fluffies. He noticed a lot of looking around in confusion and some standing still, but some more were still making walkies closer to the Castwe Doowsie.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
Some of the Bad Fwuffies were looking at Pick and the hewd with meanie faces, and they began running towards the Castwe Doowsie.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“WOCKIE DWOPPEW” Anwand said
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“NAO!” Anwand ordered
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
On cue, Pick pushed the wockie in front of him and watched it drop down, hitting one of the Bad Fwuffies below. The wockie landed on the Bad Fwuffy’s head and the Bad Fwuffy dropped down onto the ground, but Pick did not think too much about it as he started pushing more wocks.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
Some of the Bad Fwuffies now looked scardies and some had started to run away. Pick grinned, Bad Fluffies were such scardies and he continued pushing more wockies, but he noticed that some of the Bad Fluffies were already giving the Castwe Doowsie sowwy hoofies. He looked at Anwand, but Anwand did not look scared, with filled Pick with ease and he continued pushing wockies.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
More of the Bad Fwuffies were coming and suddenly the Castwe Doowsie opened.
“NUMMIE DWOPPEW NAO!” Anwand screamed.
Penciw stared out from behind the Castwe Doowsie, feeling nervous, when the Castwe Doowsie suddenly opened. There were a lot of Bad Fwuffies with scawy, meanie faces.
“NUMMIE DWOPPEW NAO!” Penciw heard Anwand scream.
Penciw didn’t like that. It was when they dropped some of the nummies outside the Castwe so that some of the Bad Fwuffies go away. He hated that some of the nummies that he found were being used to feed those dummeh Bad Fwuffies, but he knew that it was to pwotect the hewd and he could see some of the Bad Fwuffies in the back, making runnies away from the Castwe Doowsie, but there were still Bad Fwuffies coming close with meanie faces.
“POOPIE WHINE WEADY!” Pisawo shouted.
Penciw knew immediately what to do. All the Nummie Findews knew what to do. They all stared at the Bad Fwuffies who were coming closer and closer. They looked so scawy, but Penciw stood bravely, because they all knew that Seuwat was watching them.
“NAO!” Pisawo shouted.
On cue, every Nummie Findew turned around to face away from the Bad Fwuffies and lifted their tail.
“SOWWI POOPIES!” Many of them cried.
Penciw let out the poopies he had been holding in the entire time. The worstest sowwi poopies he had ever made and he heard one of the Bad Fwuffies shriek behind him, Penciw turned around to see one of the Bad Fwuffies had been hit by his poopies in the see places, and Penciw grinned as he ran forward.
One of the Toughies ran past him and gave the Bad Fwuffy worst hurties with his pointy thing, using their pointy thing to hit the Bad Fwuffy in the see place. The other Toughies did the same to the Bad Fwuffies using their pointy thing to give hurties to the face. It did not give the Bad Fwuffies foebah sweepies, but it did give the Bad Fwuffy scawdies and the Toughies began to give sowwie hoofies.
Meanwhile Penciw and the Nummie Findews knew what to do. They all began to cry “Seuwat!” and stomp their hooves twice, like the Cheew Fwuffies.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
“SEUWAT!” STOMP! STOMP!
The Bad Fwuffies had scawdies wooks and some had started to run away. The ones that did not, were trying to give sowwi hoofies to the Toughies, but the Toughies were strong and for many this was not the first time they had done this.
“SECWET NAO!” Penciw heard Anwand scream.
Skewer laid waiting with some of the Toughies, between the bushes. They had been waiting here since the start of the Waid. Waiting. It gave Skewer bad heawt feewings just waiting here while the Bad Fwuffies were giving hurties, it gave many of the Secwet Hurtie Fwuffies the same feeling, but they all trusted Anwand and they all trusted Seuwat.
They needed to wait, because Seuwat had said so. The Bad Fwuffies hewd had more Fwuffies, so they needed to give worstest hoofies when the Bad Fwuffies were not ready. They just had to wait.
“SECWET NAO!” Skewer heard Anwand scream.
Skewer grinned. Finally.
“FO SEUWAT!” He screamed, as he charged out the bush.
He was not the only one.
Many of his fellow Toughies came charging out with big grins, as the Bad Fwuffies looked at them in surprise.
“Wewwe Fwuffies come fwom!?” Skewer heard one of the Bad Fwuffies scream.
Skewer grinned and began to put his head forward, feeling his pointy thing hit something soft. He heard the Bad Fwuffy scream and the smell of boo boo juice. He remembered a time where that gave him scawdies, now it only made him relieved, and he backed away.
“WORSTEST HURTIES!” He screamed, as he stood up on his back weggies.
The Bad Fwuffy he had given pointy hurties now had a scawdies look, but that did not stop Skewer from throwing his fwont hoofies onto the Bad Fwuffy’s face, giving the Bad Fwuffy feobah sweepies with a single squish.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
Skewer grinned. Hearing his hewd cheewing, made him feel so strong, and he felt even stronger as he saw Bad Fwuffies running out of the Castwe with scawdies faces.
“WETS GU!” Scwew screamed.
Skewer grinned and charged another Bad Fwuffy, giving more pointy hurties as the Bad Fwuffy screeched. Skewer nummed the Bad Fwuffy’s heaw place as his fwont hoof gave worstest hurties to the Bad Fwuffy’s see place. The Bad Fwuffy letting out sowwi poopies as it tried to crawl away.
“Nu huwties! Nu huwties!” The Bad Fwuffy screamed.
Skewer stared at it coldly, looking at it. No pointy thingy and no wingies. A Bad Fwuffy, and Bad Fwuffies were only allowed one thing: Foebah sweepies.
Skewer stood up on his back weggies again, before crushing his front hoofies into the Bad Fwuffy’s face with an angry snort. However, there were still more Bad Fwuffies.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
Scwew and another Toughie, Dwill, were getting sowwi hoofies from three Bad Fwuffies and Skewer didn’t even think. He immediately charged one of the Bad Fwuffies, hitting it against another and surprising the third, allowing Scwew and Dwill to recover and give sowwi hoofies.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
Skewer looked around. There were still a lot of Bad Fwuffies, but all the Toughies were doing well and all were giving sowwi hoofies, not getting, plus more and more Bad Fwuffies were running away, but that did not mean that it was all over, Skewer still had to focus and he side stepped a charging Bad Fwuffy.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
Skewer tripped a Bad Fwuffy and before it could say anything, he stomped on it with both his fwont hoofies, feeling nothing but soft flesh bursting against his weight.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
A Bad Fwuffy had managed to give him a sowwi hoofies, but Skewer did not cry. He simply spat some boo boo juice out of his talkie place and gave the Bad Fwuffy a cold look.
“Stone gib dummeh Fwuffy worstest hurties!” The Bad Fwuffy screamed.
Skewer just looked at him coldly. This was not the first Bad Fwuffy to tell him this. He had heard this line so many times from the Bad Fwuffies, and it would always end the same. A hop to left followed by a side step to the right, the Bad Fwuffy had expected a charge instead and had tried to defend itself earlier, allowing for Skewer to pounce and stab his pointy thing into the Bad Fwuffy’s see place.
The Bad Fwuffy screamed, and stopped screaming when Skewer smashed its face with his fwont hoofies.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
More and more Bad Fwuffies were either getting foebah sweepies or running away, and the Toughies were coming out of the Castwe, meaning that all the Bad Fwuffies that had run through the Castwe Doowsie already had foebah sweepies or run away.
Skewer sighed in relief as that meant this Waid was almost done, or it was supposed to be.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“PWIE NU SA WUN WAYSIE! PWIE SA GIB DUMMEH FWUFFIES SOWWI HOOFIES!” Screamed a loud and deep voice.
Skewer noticed that many of the Bad Fwuffies that had started running away, had stopped and turned around, and more Bad Fwuffies were join them. More Bad Fwuffies. This had never happened before. Usually after the Bad Fwuffies run away that was it, Waid was over and all Skewer and his Toughies had to do was give foebah sweepies to the few Bad Fwuffies that remained, but this was different, the Bad Fwuffies that run way had come back and more had joined them, plus there was this really big Fwuffy, like twice the size of a normal Fwuffy.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
Skewer looked up at the Castwe Waww and noticed Anwand hab scawdies. Skewer felt a scawdie feeling, because if Anwand had scawdies then did that mean Seuwat did not know about this?
Skewer turned to his fellow Toughies and noticed the scawdies looks on their faces, making him all the more scawdies. There was too many Bad Fwuffies. It worked before because they made secwet worstest hurties from their hidie place, but now there were too many and Skewer knew that foebah sweepies was all that was coming.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
Skewer noticed something. The Cheew Fwuffies had not stopped, because they still bewieve. Bewieve. That was a wordies Skewer hadn’t thought of for so many foebahs. The oldah Fwuffies taught him this wordies. He forgot what it mean exactly. Something about ebeting be gud eban wen tings wook bad. Why? Becaw Seuwat was still here and Seuwat would never let the hewd have foebah sweepies.
The hewd. As a Toughie, it was Skewer’s dooty to pwotect the hewd for Seuwat. They were Seuwat’s sowwi hoofies and foebah sweepies was nothing in comparison to letting the hewd hab foebah sweepies and not being able to hewp Seuwat.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
Skewer turned to his fellow Toughies and noticed that many of them had scawdie looks.
“Nu be scawdies fwens!” Skewer declared “Seuwat am wit us!”
The Toughies looked at him in confusion, but some nodded.
“Seuwat am wit us!” Scwew cried out with joy.
“Seuwat! Seuwat!” Dwill exclaimed.
“Bu Naiw nu wan foebah sweepies!” Cried out the Toughie, Naiw, in anguish.
Hearing that had given the Toughies scawdies again, and Skewer couldn’t blame them. Foebah sweepies was always scawy… But losing the hewd and losing Seuwat was scawier. Eban wit foebah sweepies coming, the Toughies needed to be bwave, but how? What could he say? Skewer thought about the things the oldah Fwuffies said and remembered something one of the oldah Toughies told him when he was still a new big Fwuffy.
“Dat otay!” Skewer shouted gleefully “Foebah sweepies am otay!”
“Wa… Wat?” Asked Naiw in confusion.
Some of the other Toughies were also looking at Skewer in confusion and Skewer grinned. He turned to face the Bad Fwuffies. There were not attacking. They were gathered around the really big Fwuffy and it seemed they were also having talkies as well, and Skewer grinned, because if they were having talkies did that mean they had scawdies as well, but they also didn’t have Seuwat, and Skewer began to giggle.
“Y… Y Skewew hab waughies?” Asked the Toughie, Chisew, with confusion.
Skewer grinned as he just realized something amazing.
“Dun fwens see?! Toughies nu need be scawdies, becaw hab Seuwat! Oldah Toughie teww Skewew befo dat Seuwat bwing bwave Toughie dat get foebah sweepies to Skettiwand! Bu Bad Fwuffies nu have Seuwat, eban ib foebah sweepies, dey nu get gu Skettiwand! Ib Toughie nu get foebah sweepie den get wive wit hewd n know dat Toughie bwavely pwotect hewd. Ib Toughie get foebah sweepie dey stiww get be happy in Skettiwand, wite!?”
The Toughies looked at him in surprised, but some nodded.
“Oldah Toughie teww dat to Dwill tu!” Dwill shouted with glee.
A couple more Toughies said the same thing and suddenly many of the Toughies no longer had scawdie looks. Skewer turned to Naiw and noticed the Toughie nodding.
“Oldah Toughie teww Naiw befo wen Naiw hab scawdies, bout Seuwat n Skettiwand, hao Naiw nu wememba!?”
“Dat otay!” Skewer said “Skewew nu wememba til nao, bu we nee be bwave… Y?”
“Becaw Toughie am Suewat sowwi hoofies!” The Toughies cried out in unison.
“N y nu nee be scawd of foebah sweepies?” Skewer asked.
“Becaw Seuwat bwing bwave Toughie tu Skettiwand!” The Toughies cried out in unison.
Skewer puffed up his chest and looked at his fellow Toughies with pride. He felt so many heawt happies being a Toughie like all of them. Proud to call himself one of Seuwat’s sowwi hoofies, and he just needed to say one more thing. Remind all his fellow Toughies.
“N Toughies nee tu awway wememba…”
SEURAT LOVES YOU!
Skewer looked at the Castwe in shock. He recognized that voice. It was Seuwat. Seuwat had been listening?! Of course Seuwat had, because Seuwat heaw ebeting. Did Seuwat knew this was going to happen? Skewer smiled, of course Seuwat did. Skewer stared at Anwand and noticed Anwand smiling. It gave Skewer so much heawt happies and he looked at his fellow Toughies with a grin.
“Wat am Toughies?” Skewer cried out.
“Seuwat sowwi hoofies!” The Toughies cried out in unison.
“Sowwi Skewew nu heaw yu. Wat am Toughies?” Skewer asked with a grin.
“Seuwat Sowwi Hoofies!” The Toughies cried out with grins.
“Sowwi am wittle quiet. Wat am Toughies?” Skewer asked with a wide smile.
“SEUWAT SOWWI HOOFIES!” The Toughies cried out with joy.
“DAT WITE!” Skewer shouted “NAO WETS GIB DA BAD FWUFFIES FOEBAH SWEEPIES AND WEMEMBA…”
“SEUWAT WUVS YU!” The Toughies cried out with fervently.
- Your namsie is Pwie.
- Dat am specaw namesie.
- Daddeh sa iz namesie of smawtest Fwuffy daddeh ebah kno.
- Dat am yo namesie.
- Caw yu am stwongest, biggest n smawtest Fwuffy.
- Yu am bestest hewd weadew.
- Yu an hewd gib hurties n foebah sweepies tu dummeh hewds.
- But di am nu samesie.
- Dis dummeh hewd nu wike oddah dummeh hewd.
- Dis dummeh hewd am… Scawy.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
- Yu nu wike dat.
- Su noisie mak yu angwy.
- Mak yu scawdies.
- Hewd am scawdies tu.
- Yu teww hewd nu scawdies, am jus dummeh hewd.
- Bu hao be nu scawdies wen dummeh hewd Fwuffy am scawy munstah Fwuffies.
- They aww scweam Seuwat wuv yu.
- Who Seuwat?
- Y Seuwat wuv?
- Yu dun get
- Yu dun wike
- Bu munstah Fwuffies nu hab scawdies
- Yu gib munstah Fwuffies sowwi hoofie n munstah Fwuffie hab boo boo juice.
- Bu munstah Fwuffy nu scawdies wike oddah Fwuffies
- Munstah Fwuffy am waughing n say Seuwat bwing Fwuffy tu Skettiwand.
- Munstah Fwuffy hab foebah sweepy bu am has smiwe.
- Munstah Fwuffy nu scawdie of hurties.
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
- Yu dun wike dis.
- Hewd am scawdies.
- Yu hav scawdies
- Yu see some of hewd run away.
- Yu weally dun wike.
- Yu twy teww hewd nu runsie.
- Yu twy be angwy.
- Yu caww Munstah Fwuffy dummeh n say yu gib worstest hurties.
- Bu Munstah Fwuffy waugh n onwy sa Seuwat wuvs yu!
- Who am Seuwat!?
- Y Seuwat wuvs yu!?
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
- Who am Seuwat!?
- Y aww scawy dummeh hewd keep sa namesie!?
- Yu see hewd get foebah sweepies
- Munstah Fwuffy hav foebah sweepies tu
- Bu Munstah Fwuffy stiww nu scawdies.
- Mowe of hewd wun way
- Yu twy teww dem come bacc
- Yu hab worstest pointy hurtie on back weggie
- Yu wook back
- Am Munstah Fwuffy
- Munstah Fwuffy use pointy thingy to gib hurties
- Yu wan cwy
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
- Yu twy be bwave.
- Yu am Pwie
- Pwie am bestest
- Pwie am stwongest
- Pwie am biggest
- Dat wa daddeh sa
- Bu y Munstah su scawy!?
- Munstah am tuu scawy
- Nu scawdies of hurties
- Nu scawdies of foebah sweepies
- Onwy mak talkies bout Seuwat.
- Yu dun wike dis at aww
- Yu wan wun
- Bu back weggies hab hurties
- Yu faww
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
“SEUWAT!” STOMP STOMP
- Munstah Fwuffy in fwont of you
- Hab scawiest worstest look
- Su scawy dat yu mak sowwi poopies
- Yu nu see hewd nu mowe
- Yu am awone
- Awone wit scawy Munstah Fwuffy
- Pwease nu huwties
- Am onwy Fwuffy
- Fwuffy am onwy fo huggies n wuv
- Munstah Fwuffy sa dun cawe
- Waise fwont hoofie tu yo face
- Yu cwy
- You died.
Pick was standing atop the Castwe Waww watching the bad Fluffies make runnies away. He looked at his hewd. The babbehs, the Cawe Mawes and the new Big Fluffies. They all had big smiles, but there was no shouting for joy or heawt happy dancing, because every Fluffy was just tired. Tired, but happy, for the Waid was done.
“Ebwey Fwuffy did gud” Anwand said softly.
Pick stared at Anwand and nodded with a smile, then turned back to the fowest, watching as the Toughies made walkies to the Castwe. He could see that some had weggie hurties and others had boo boo juice. Some were carrying other Toughies who had foebah sweepies. That gave Pick heawt hurties, but there was also something he was curious about.
“Wat happen tu Bad Fwuffy dat wun way?” Pick asked Anwand.
Anwand looked at him in surprise, then raised his head up, clearly using his thinky place.
“Anwand nut suwe, bu Anwand tink Bad Fwuffies get num by Munstah Fwuffies”.
That made sense. The Munstah Fwuffies were still out there, but that made Pick all the more confused.
“Y Munstah Fwuffies dun com wen Bad Fwuffies du Waid?” Pick asked.
Again Anwand looked at him in surprise, and then looked like he was using his thinky place again.
“Anwand tink am becaw Seuwat use Fwuffy magic tu mak Munstah Fwuffies gu way… Dat Y Munstah Fwuffy nebah com neaw Castwe”.
Pick thought about it and nodded, but then another question came.
“Ib Seuwat mak magic su dat Munstah Fwuffy nu com neaw Castwe, den y Seuwat nu use magic su Bad Fwuffies nu com neaw Castwe?”
This time Anwand gave him a meanie look.
“Pick hab tu man qweston n Anwand am tiwed… Seuwat use magic tu pwotect hewd, dat gud enough fo Anwand n shu be gud enough fo Pick. Waid iz done n hewd stiww hewe, dat aww dat impotant, otay?”
“Otay” Pick replied with a sheepish grin.
Anwand nodded and walked down the Castwe Waww with the hewd, but Pick stayed and stared at the Castwe from this nice spot. He looked down at all the Fluffies down below and all the nesties, and as he looked around he noticed one of the babbehs was still here with him: Fowk. She was staring down.
“Wat am Fowk doing?” Pick asked
Fowk looked back at him with a scawdie face.
“Fowk… Fowk… Wan be bwave… Wike Toughies… Nu wan scawies… Su… Su Fowk gun wook downsie til… Til Fowk nu hab… Nu hab scawdies” Fowk said timidly.
Pick nodded in agreement, but grinned as he noticed that Fowk’s weggies were shaking so much. He approached Fowk and nuzzled her.
“Fowk nu hab tu be bwave dis bwight time. Fowk am stiww babbeh. Wets gu hab nummies wit hewd”.
Fowk nodded with a small smile and nuzzled Pick.
“O… Otay… Dat gud… Caw… Fowk hab so man scawdies stiww… Fowk… Fowk wan mak peepees”.
Pick laughed and made walkies down with Fowk, as Fowk giggled cutely. The babbeh hoping about excitedly as they walked down from the Castwe Waww.
“Di… Di Pick heaw Seuwat at Waid time?” Fowk suddenly asked.
Pick nodded. Of course he did. All the hewd did.
“Am su coow!” Fowk exclaimed “Seuwat onwy say Seuwat wuvs yu n den Toughies hab nu mowe scawdies n Toughies gib Bad Fwuffies worstest hurties”.
Pick nodded in agreement, as Fowk continued bouncing around.
“Fowk wuv be Seuwat hewd!” Fowk exclaimed “Seuwat am su stwong!”
Pick stayed silent as he followed Fowk, and he stared at Seuwat’s housie feeling weird.
“Hab Pick ebah heaw Seuwat mak talkies befo?” Fowk suddenly asked.
Pick seemed surprised by this question and thought about it, before shaking his head.
“Pick nebah heaw Seuwat mak talkies befo… O Pick no wememba” Pick admitted.
“So am specaw dat Seuwat mak talkies?” Fowk asked with an amazed look.
Pick nodded in agreement. It was special, but special did not seem to be the right word.
“Fowk wuv be pawt o Seuwat hewd!” Fowk exclaimed “Oldah Fwuffies teww Fowk befo dat be pawt o Seuwat hewd am specaw, bu Fowk nu undewstan untiw nao. Am weally am specaw be pawt o Seuwat hewd, wite Pick?”
Pick looked at Fowk, who stared back at him with such a wondrous smile. He wondered if he was like that when he was a babbeh, but now that he was a big Fwuffy, something felt weird.
“Fowk tink Seuwat nu talkies wike Fwuffies, wite?” Pick asked.
Fowk gave him a weird look “Bu Seuwat am Fwuffy”.
“Bu Seuwat nu mak tawkies wike Fwuffies” Pick clarified.
Again Fowk gave him a confused look “Bu Seuwat am Fwuffy”.
Pick sighed. He realized that Fowk didn’t understand what he was saying, and did think to say anymore as Fowk bounced around happily.
“Wets gu hab nummies Fowk” Pick stated with a smile.
“Nummies! Nummies!” Fowk cheered cutely.
Pick smiled, feeling heawt happies from seeing Fowk so happy. He did love this. He loved his hewd. They were all specaw to him. The babbehs. Fowk. The Cawe Mawes. The Nummie Findews. Penciw. The Toughies. Skewew. Anwand. Pisawo. Every Fwuffy was specaw, but he didn’t understand it. What made Seuwat so specaw?
He never seen Seuwat’s Fwuffy magic before and today, the only thing that Seuwat did was say Seuwat wuv yu, and that was it. Seuwat was not part of the Cheew Fwuffies. He was not a wockie thwowew. He was not part of the Poopie Whine. He was not a Secwet Hurtie Fwuffie. He was just in his housie, while all the other Fwuffies did their very bestest to pwotect the hewd and the Castwe. He didn’t get it, but he kept quiet. He felt he would get shouties from the oldah Fwuffies, so he simply smiled and pushed such thoughts away.
He could figure out what made Seuwat su specaw another bwight time. He just wanted nummies now.
Did you see the latest ep of SH?
I did. Holy shit that comeback.
Seriously crazy it’s not scripted.
I know right.
Skewer’s speech was lit.
Wub Skewer <3
Chat going crazy over Skewer.
Really?
Not surprised.
Check it
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