Ok, this is kinda weird, but right now I'm working on studding Oswald and some older 10's and 20's cartoons only to find out I grew up watching a few of them! WTH!? Two of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit shorts that were done with Charles I know I saw as a kid on one of those Dollar Store DVDs and VHSs as well as Felix (which I knew I had watched him, that wasn't the surprise) and Mutt and Jeff.
"So what, you just had class as a kid."
I turn around only to see Oswald walking into my room. "I had class? You didn't know me in lower school. I was considered the geek of the group."
"So, you call yourself a geek today." Oswald pointed out, sitting next to my computer on the table.
"Ya, but now I'm proud of it." I shrugged. "But back then, my favorite episode on one of the taps was actually your Alaska episode. That's how come I probably annoyed my family singing "Shoo fly" because of you singing it."
"So how's my life story coming?" Oswald looked over at my computer. "Aw, you actually online for once? Get working on me!"
"Attention hog." I rolled my eyes. "I've still got a Danny Phantom story to finish, I just finished downloading all of the shorts you have left, I'll get back to you mementos in a bit."
"What about that picture of me with my kids?" Oswald asked, trying to get my mo
"Hey, give that back!" after wrestling for the mouse, I finally gained control back. "I'll work on the picture later. You've got so many stinking bunny children I can't say oh I ran out!"
"Don't forget to add in Oswald Junior 62." Oswald reminded me. "She really wanted to be in the picture."
"How can you tell them all apart?!" I brought up the picture he's talking about to look at the pencil work. "They're all the same!"
"No they're not." Oswald pointed out. He poked his finger at the one sitting on top of his chair with the TNT stick in his hands. "That's Oswald Junior 368, cause he always like to watch my head fly off, that there" pointing to the one watching with their arms crossed "is Oswald Junior 400 cause she doesn't want to be involved with anything that might get them in trouble but she never says anything-"
"I meant in how they look." I interrupted him "Look at the ones down at your feet, there's really nothing to tell them apart from their siblings."
"Ya there is, that's Oswald Junior 3, there's Oswald Junior 167 behind him, there's Oswald Junior 135 looking up." Oswald listed off.
"Alright alright, you're their father, you live with them, you can tell them apart." I stopped him. "If you're that good at telling them apart, why didn't you give them actual names?"
"We thought we wouldn't remember them." Oswald shrugged.
"And why didn't the girls get named Ortensia Junior?"
"Well, you gotta remember, we're cartoons. You gotta wait until they grow up a bit before you can tell if they're male or female." Oswald admitted, his cheeks blushing as he found the doorway interesting.
"Right, cartoon anatomy." I nodded. "Works well, since none of your children wear any clothing anymore."
"You try finding the cloth to make 420 little pairs of pants." Oswald defended. "Lillian was good at that."
"Ya." Oswald stared down at his lap as he played with his thumbs.
"You know they missed you, right?" I couldn't help but remind.
"Ya, I know he'd tell people he hated he lost me, but still..." Oswald's voice trailed away. "I hated the man for a long time after the thing with Charles and I don't know if he ever knew I forgave him."
"He knew." I placed my hand on his knee and looked up at him as he turned to look back at me. "I'm sure of it."
"There you are!"
We turned to face the doorway only to see Ortensia standing there. "I've been looking everywhere for you! Mickey wants you to play football with him and Homer."
"Alright, I'll be right there." Oswald said as he jumped off the table. He turned to me and asked, "Are you coming too?"
"I'll be there in a minute." I waved off, sending him out.
I'm glad he's come back. And I'm sure Walt would be too