"Mister mime!" a white raccoon shouted. Mime was reading the newspaper, then put it down, giving his attention to the white raccoon.

"Yes Emmet?"

"Daddy said you were gonna watch me this weekend!" he exclaimed. Mime sighed. Emmet was Lifty and Lammy's son, as far as he knew. Mime was the godfather. Unfortunately, he was the babysitter, too. Emmet wasn't all that bad, though; he was just like his mother, Lammy, very playful and caring. However, his wildly playful and influential side, he doesn't know. It was probably the fact he was only 6.

Mime, however, rarely talked. He was only comfortable with Emmet and Mole, his boyfriend. Then again, he needed to talk to mole. He couldn't be silent like he usually is, or else he'd probably get lost or think it's a burglar or murderer. He's tried before. Mime forgave him for the Halloween incident of not only losing candy, but his head. And even afterward, when it was turned into a jack-o-lantern. Mime loved him anyway.

For some odd reason, Emmet was blind on one eye; well, not blind, but in a condition where he could only see darkness surrounding an object he sees in one eye. The other is fine. It was kind of like Russell's condition, when he doesn't have his contacts. Lammy really didn't trust Emmet with contacts, so he needed Mime's voice, too.

"Mister Mime?" Emmet called. Mime was getting slightly annoyed today. The fact Mole caused two crashes today in the paper and Pop and Cub dying because of Flippy was enough to be annoyed about.

Nonetheless, he kept his calm voice and answered,

"Yes Emmet?"

"Can we visit Uncle Shifty?" he asked. Since Lifty left, Shifty was living alone, still committing crimes like in the old days when they were a duo. Lifty, however, wasn't so into that anymore. Shifty sometimes asked him to play a bit of pool, get some beer or at least make a little money gambling. Lifty still refused, and usually had a bit of a temper whenever his brother was around. Mime knew something was wrong, however, it wasn't his business.

"Later, okay?" he answered. Mime knew Shifty was a criminal; however, he was good with kids. Emmet always liked him better, considering Shifty actually is into some of the things Emmet is into, proving he was only a thieving child at heart.

As he promised, Mime took Emmet to Shifty's house. Shifty had his usual smirk, and hazy stare. He was drunk, again.

"Um, Shifty?" Mime called out. Shifty only purred.

"Ohey Lammy…! H-How's my son?..." the drunkard called.

"Um…My name's Mime…and don't you mean your nephew?"

"No! d-don't you remember that one night, and afterwards you said-"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOKAY, EMMET, THIS ISN'T A GOOD TIME!" Mime exclaimed, picking up Emmet. For some odd reason, Mime didn't like Emmet hearing these things, though, surprisingly, he has a small idea what he's talking about. Lifty and Lammy should close the door more often.

Mime, however, was still confused. What was he talking about, 'son'? he couldn't possibly mean Emmet, now could he?

Then again, it was hard to tell. Lifty and Shifty looked the same, and Shifty sometimes blurted out the truth when he was drunk. But Mime knew better than to trust him. He decided for now that he was just imagining things.

"Mister Mime?" Emmet asked.

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry" Emmet cooed. Mime sighed. It was an annoying, yet shocking day. And all he wanted to do was read the paper.