Wordgirl Meets Butcher's Child
(One day, Wordgirl and Capt. Huggyface are in a battle with the Butcher.)
Butcher: You can't catch me, Wordgirl! (He then fires meat products at both her and her sidekick, but they are devored by Huggy.) Oh Man!
Wordgirl/Becky: Give it up now, Butcher!
(Just then a foster care worker drives up in a black SUV and steps out.)
Foster care worker #1: Excuse me, I was told that I could find a person here by the name of James Andrews?
Butcher: That'll be me!
Wordgirl/Becky: You're real name is James Andrews?
Butcher: Yes, I don't like to use it too often. What can I do for you, Sir? I was right in the middle of something.
Foster Care Worker #1: Well, I have come here to tell you that a Mrs. Nancy Andrews has passed away from cancer and that you are the only other parent of a 5 year old child.
Butcher: Nancy's dead?
Wordgirl/Becky: (Zooms down next to him.) Who's Nancy?
Butcher: Nancy was my wife.
Wordgirl/Becky: You were married? Wow, that's great.
Butcher: It wasn't a happy marriage. She left me about five years ago, after she found out that I had a super power. She said that she didn't want to be married to a freak that shoots meat out of his hands. I loved her though. Very much. She just didn't love me anymore.
Wordgirl/Becky: Awww, that's too bad. You're a nice guy.
Butcher: Thanks. (Wipes a tear from his eyes.)
(Just then a five year old child steps out of the SUV as well and the foster care worker walks her over to him.)
Foster Care Worker #1: Here she is. Mr. Andrews, this is your daughter, Lillian. Lillian, this is your daddy.
Lillian: Hello there. I'm Lillian.
Butcher: Hello there. Wow, you look just like your mother.
Foster Care Worker #1: I'm going to need for you to fill out some paperwork and then she'll be able to live with you.
Butcher: That's great and I really want her to live with me, but my lifestyle isn't something that's right for a child to grow up with.
Foster Care Worker #1: Well, if you feel that you will make an unfit parent, we can bring back with us and put her into a foster home until we can find someone to adopt her.
Lillian: No, no! I want to be with my daddy! You said that I can live with my daddy and I want to live with him!
Butcher: (Bends to her level.) Lillian, I'm not sure if my lifestyle is right for you.
Lillian: Lifestyle? What does that mean?
Butcher: Ummm….(Trying to remember what it means.) Wordgirl, can you help me out here?
Wordgirl/Becky: Sure. (She then bends down to the younger child's level.) A lifestyle is the manner of living. In this case, your father is saying that his lifestyle isn't the manner of living fit for raising a child. Do you understand that?
Lillian: Yeah, I think so. Does that mean that my daddy doesn't love me?
Wordgirl/Becky: No, I believe your daddy loves you a lot but that his lifestyle isn't fit for raising a child. He loves you enough to not have you live in an enviroment that is dangerous and hazardous to you. He just doesn't want you to get hurt or something.
Lillian: Ok. And who are you?
Wordgirl/Becky: Me? I'm Wordgirl and this is Capt. Huggyface. He's my sidekick.
Lillian: Aww, it's a monkey! You're so cute. Can I pet him?
Wordgirl/Becky: Sure, go ahead. Huggy won't hurt you.
Lillian: Thank you. (She then pats Huggy on the head and Huggy gives her a hug, making her giggle.) He's cute and very soft. (Huggy likes her already.) Are you some kind of superhero?
Wordgirl/Becky: Yes, I am. I fly. (She hovers into the air and begins to fly around fast.) I'm very strong. (She goes to pick up the Butcher.) And I can do other things as well.
Lillian: Wow!
Foster Care Worker #1: Well, have you made a decision, Mr. Andrews?
Butcher: Um, well. I don't know. (He then looks to Wordgirl for guidance.) What should I do?
Wordgirl/Becky: Well, she really wants to live with you. And I think this is a reason to stop being a villain. If you send her away, she might begin to feel abandoned and unloved.
Butcher: But I don't know how to raise a kid.
Wordgirl/Becky: Hmmm, well. You did have a small kitten that you took care of for a while. You really cared for him and you were worried about him when you thought he was lost.
Butcher: But then I gave him to a little girl because he was better off with her and not me.
Wordgirl/Becky: Yeah, you did do that too. How about you and I talk to her about this? She's only 5 but she seems to understand. Excuse me, Lillian. Your father wants to tell you some things about himself before you decide if you want to live with him or not.
Lillian: Ok.
Foster Care Worker #1: Should I stay or go?
Butcher: I think you should stay, just in case. (He then sits her on his lap.) Lillian, I love you very much, but I have to be truthful with you. I'm a super villain. I commit crimes. I steal things from other people. I get sent to jail a lot. Wordgirl here is the person that usually takes me to jail when I commit those crimes and all. I have a super power where meat fires out of my hands. (Demostrates it a little.) See why I'm saying that maybe you shouldn't live with me. I love you but I don't want you to live a lifestyle where I get sent to jail all the time or the fact I'm friends with other villains as well.
Lillian: I don't care. I still want to be with you, Daddy.
Foster Care Worker: Lillian, maybe he's right. Maybe living with him isn't in your best interest. You need to be in a law-abiding family. Not a villainous one.
Lillian: (She then holds onto him.) NO! NO! NO! I don't want to leave my daddy!
Wordgirl/Becky: Excuse me. Can I have a word with her?
Foster Care Worker #1: Sure.
Wordgirl/Becky: Lillian, I understand that you want to be with your father. He's a nice guy and he would make a great dad. But he is a villain and villains aren't usually the good guys.
Lillian: Maybe he can change.
Wordgirl/Becky: I've been trying to get him and his fellow villains to change for a long time. Maybe when he does change, you can live with him, but at this point, it wouldn't be safe for you. Do you have any other family members that you can live with?
Lillian: My mommy's mother didn't want me to live with her either. She said that I was a burden for her. She said that it was my fault that my mommy died.
Butcher: What? You're mother's mother said that to you? (Lillian nods 'yes'.) That just sounded mean. What about the rest of your mother's family?
Lillian: They agree with her too.
Butcher: That sounded mean as well. You know what? I've changed my mind. I want Lillian to live with me.
Lillian: (Jumps and cheers for joy.) Yay!
Butcher: Wordgirl, I've decided to turn my life around and become a law-abiding citizen. I don't want my child to feel that she's unwanted.
Wordgirl/Becky: Good for you, Butcher!
Butcher: (At this point, he goes to call his own father, Kid Potato.) Pop, I have some news for you.
Kid Potato: What is it?
Butcher: Well, um, remember when I was married to Nancy?
Kid Potato: Yeah, I didn't really like her too much.
Butcher: Yeah, well anyway, she recently died and I now have custody of a daughter that I didn't know about until today.
Kid Potato: A daughter?
Butcher: Yeah, you have a granddaughter.
Kid Potato: That's great news, Son.
Butcher: The other thing is, and I hope you won't get too mad at this part, but I've decided to give up being a villain.
Kid Potato: Well Son, as much as I don't like that part, but since you're doing this for your kid, then I support your decision. But you'll have to go before the Association and tell them as well.
Butcher: Yeah, I know that. But hopefully they will be ok with this. But I just called to let you know what's going on.
Kid Potato: I'm happy to learn that I'm a grandfather. Maybe I'll give up being a villain as well. Can you bring her by later so I can meet my granddaughter?
Butcher: Sure thing, Pop. I wish Mom were here to meet her.
Kid Potato: Yeah, so do I, Son. (He then looks at a picture of his wife on the wall of his house.) Well, I'll be seeing you later?
Butcher: Yeah, I'll try to visit you today. Love ya, Pop.
Kid Potato: Love ya, Son.
(They end their phone call and then Butcher turns to the Foster Care Worker.)
Butcher: Well, where's the paperwork for me to fill out?
Foster Care Worker #1: Right over here, Sir.
Butcher: Um, Wordgirl, would you mind helping me with this?
Wordgirl/Becky: I wouldn't mind, one bit. Huggy, do you think you can keep Lillian entertained while I help Butcher fill out this paperwork? (Huggy gives her a thumbs up and a salute.) Thanks Buddy.
Lillian: Ok Monkey. What would you like to play? (Huggy hides his eyes.) Hide-n-Seek? Um, how about tag? (Points to the playground.) Can we go over to the playground?
Butcher: Ok. But be careful and stay safe.
Lillian: Yay!
Foster Care Worker: Are you sure that she'll be safe over there, with only a monkey watching her?
Wordgirl/Becky: Capt. Huggyface is great around little kids. Trust me on that one.
(As Wordgirl helps Butcher fill out the required paperwork, Huggy takes Lillian over to the playground and together, they play on the swings together.)
(Just then, Eileen shows up at the playground.)
Birthday Girl: Hewwo there, Huggy-Wuggy. (Huggy waves at Eileen.) So, who is your fwiend?
Lillian: I'm Lillian Andrews. And you are?
Birthday Girl: I'm Eileen. I'm eleven years old.
Lillian: I'm 5. My mommy died and now I'm going to live with my daddy.
Birthday Girl: Your mommy died? That's so saddy-waddy.
Lillian: Um, do you want to play with us?
Birthday Girl: Sure.
(Even though Huggy is a little nervous about having Eileen there, he lets them swing together on the swings.)
Lillian: You're fun, Eileen. Even for a big kid.
Birthday Girl: Thank you. Do you like tea pawties?
Lillian: Sure. I love tea parties. Do you mean the ones with stuffed animals and all that?
Birthday Girl: Yes. I even use real tea and cakes and cookies. (Huggy begins to lick his lips at the sounds of cakes and cookies.)
Lillian: Wow, your mom let's you have real cakes and cookies at your tea parties?
Birthday Girl: Yes. Did I mention that she lets me have a birthday everyday?
Lillian: Wow, you get to have your birthday everyday?
Birthday Girl: That's right and I get to have whatever I want.
Lillian: That sounds very cool.
Birthday Girl: Thank you. You're the first person in this town to say that. Maybe tomorrow you can come to my house for a tea pawty.
Lillian: Um, only if my daddy says I can.
Birthday Girl: Ok. Nice playing with you but I have to get home now.
Lillian: Bye Eileen.
Birthday Girl: Bye Lillian-Willian. It was fun playing on the swings with you.
Lillian: Same here.
(Eileen heads home and Huggy decides to head back to Wordgirl and Butcher.)
Wordgirl/Becky: Did you and Lillian have fun?
Lillian: I met this girl who says that her mommy lets her have a birthday everyday and her name is Eileen.
Wordgirl/Becky: You met Eileen? What did you think of her?
Lillian: For a big kid, she seemed kind of fun to play with and very nice.
Wordgirl/Becky: Wow, I'm impressed with that. Just be careful of Eileen. She tends to be a little on the greedy side and she tends to get upset if you don't do things her way.
Lillian: Ok.
Butcher: (Just finishing up the paperwork.) There you go, my fine woman.
Foster Care Worker #1: Thank you, Mr. Andrews. Here's Lillian's birth certificate and the rest of her belongings.
Butcher: Thanks. Can I ask if she's in school now or would she go next year?
Foster Care Worker #1: She's in Kindergarten this year and you will need to enroll her into the local school.
Wordgirl/Becky: That would be Woodview Elementary School. I have a friend who goes there and she's in the 5th grade.
Lillian: Does Eileen go to school there?
Wordgirl/Becky: Yes and she's also in the 5th grade.
Butcher: So are you ready to go home now?
Lillian: Yes.
(He then carries her back to his lair, as she rides on his shoulders.)
Butcher: I think this is the beginning of a great life for the both of us.
Lillian: I love you, Daddy.
Butcher: I love you too, Pumpkin.
(She then takes off his butcher hat and puts it on her own head, which he allowed her to do so.)
(Wordgirl and Huggy watch as the Butcher heads home to his lair with his child.)
Wordgirl/Becky: Do you think the Butcher is going to keep his word and leave behind his villainous lifestyle? (Huggy, I think so.) Yeah, so do I. Come on, let's get this loot back to the bank and then, we need to head home as well.
(Wordgirl and Huggy return the stolen loot to the bank and then head home.)
The End…
There's more to come…