Chasing each other across the living room. His Dad was fully clothed in a mini Hawaiian tourists t-shirt and gym shorts desperately holding Disney pull-up in his hands as he tries to catch her and his mini mommy was running around starkers, her long brown hair flowing behind her as she laughs, shrieks and giggles uncontrollably. His Dad was also MUCH more noticeable older than his Mom, who looked like she was a bit younger than Olly with more baby fat and a less coordinated way of running, while his Dad was clearly older than him and about a little less than a head taller than Oliver. From Oliver's point of view his father's blond hair seemed to glow under the hall of the bright lights of the living rooms roof. Before Oliver could even begin to say anything to his parents or any of it his houses many, many other stuffed friends (see my note @ the bottom of the page about what I'd like to see in this pathway for reference), his mini Dad broke down crying in front of him, his Dad let's the pull-up drop to the ground as his tiny wife teases him by singing "Yew can't catch me! Yew can't catch me! Nana boo boo!" . "Oh gawd, Oliver out Houston's been ruined!!" Kristi began to hop on over to his deminutive daddy's side with a Golden Retriever stuffie he'd never seen before. " There, there. Things will be alright. " Kirsti says as she bends down and starts to move her soft hand-paws around his back in a soothing circular motion. She used her other handish-paw to lift his child dad's downcast, rear stricken eyes towards her face. She adopts a reassuring smile and says: "She's just adjusting to the new normal of a post-"The Littling" world (their calling it "The Little-ing"?) and needs to let off steam from car accident, (CAR ACCIDENT!?) she still loves you so very much! You both got new wedding rings and everything before you decided to come home." (New wedding rings, what happened to the old ones?!) The Golden Retriever, whom Oliver just noticed looks a lot like an Animal Crossing villager with a doctor's white scrubs on, chimed in with a reassuring smile, and a happy bubbly voice, as if on cue: " It's only natural your wife would want a fun escape after such a traumatic and bloody car accident, Davey. She'll be willing to talk later after she's gotten rid of that excess kid energy from the candy bars Ricky have her. (Kirsti shot a glare at the corner of the room where Ricky was sitting on a little blue plastic stool facing where the two walls meet. Oliver could faintly hear him muttering Brooklyn tough guy insults in her general direction.) You just wait and see, lil' Marcy will be willing to talk and play whatever games YOU want to play or my name isn't Tessa Strong, the world's greatest Golden Retriever Doctor! " She was standing with her hands on her hips like she was Peter Pan or a golden age super hero, his Dad did not look amused. "Wait a second now here!! You got into a car accident!? What does she mean "traumatic and bloody, she looks fine!?" What happened to the honeymoon trip to Hawaii?! What happened to your rings?! And why in the sam hill are they calling it " The Little-ing?! That's a stupid name!" "Sniff. Snifffffff! Well Olly let me start by explaining. ...
(remember how I said at least 4 in each room? I'll let the lack of bedroom stuffy introductions slide this time, but part of the fun (for me at least) in writing these is flexing my creative muscles by introducing new characters each chapter. You had a good excuse for not doing this in that last chapter, because the other house stuffies had the excuse of having to play with/take care of two new charges, but you might have to at least describe the appearance of some of the other stuffed friends, and let others such as myself so the heavy lifting for the characterization. Also, what do you want to name this? I was thinking "Oliver's Stuffie World", or some pun on Oliver and Company.)