It was early in the morning when a loud pounding on his door rudely awakened Skips. He quickly got up out of his bed and skipped to the front door. The yeti was surprised when no one at the door when he answered. What he did find though was a small, blanket-covered basket with a note attached. He immediately grabbed the note and read it.
"Dear sir," the note read, "This is your daughter, Maxine. I am unable to keep her so I trust you will take good care of her."
Skips stared at the moving squirming blanket incredulously. There was no way that could be his kid. Years and years ago doctors told him that it was pretty much impossible for him to have any children due to a "defect" he was born with. He lifted up the blanket off the basket to reveal the tiny child inside. The baby's blue eyes stared up at him. Very carefully, he picked up the tiny baby to get a good look at her. She definitely looked like him, having a similar nose and there was no mistaking the mop of white hair on her head.
"Well, fuck," he cursed out loud.
The baby just gurgled in response.
Skips knew about a lot of things, but he sure as hell didn't know how to take care of a baby. The yeti knew he was going to need some help with this, so he took Maxine in one arm and headed for his coworker's house. But as he did so, dark clouds rolled in and he could tell that it was going to start storming soon. He hurried his pace to try and beat the storm and hoped that the person he wanted to get in touch with wasn't to under the weather to help him. The second Skips stepped foot on the sheltered front porch, it began to pour.
"Just perfect," he thought as he knocked on the door.
After a few minutes, the door opened slightly to reveal a yellowish lollipop man.
"Skips," he said angrily, "What the blue blazes are you doing here so early? We don't have to be at work for another two hours!"
"I'm sorry, Maellard," Skips quickly apologized, "but I really need Bonnie's help with something."
"Who is at the door, Papa?" said a little voice from behind the door.
"Go back upstairs, Pops!" barked Maellard, and turned back to Skips, "And no, Bonnie says she has a headache so she has to stay in bed today. HEY-!"
A little lollipop boy squeezed in between his father and the door, much to Maellard's annoyance. The boy's eyes became huge and his mouth dropped open when his eyes landed on the yeti.
"Skips, this is my son Pops," Maellard sighed as he introduced them, "He's staying with us for the summer until his school starts again. Don't be rude, boy, shut your mouth."
Pops's mouth snapped shut.
"Nice to meet you," Skips said offering his free hand.
Pops shook his hand silently.
"Good Lord, Skips," suddenly came from Maellard, "Is that a baby?"
"A baby?" squealed the boy, "Oh Mama just adores babies!"
He quickly ran past his father and ran up the stairs.
"No don't!' yelled Maellard, "Look, take the child and come back another da-"
Maellard was cut off by a shove from a small lollipop woman.
"Hello, Bonnie," Skips greeted.
"Oh hello, yourself, Skips," Bonnie greeted, "Come in! You're going to catch your death out there!"
She ushered him inside and offered him a seat.
"Oh, Love, could you put the kettle on for our guests?" she said to a disgruntled Maellard, who simply nodded and walked into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry for barging in like this," Skips apologized, "Maellard told me you had a headache?"
"Oh, Dear, " she giggled, "when don't I have one now a days. Now let me see it."
"See wh- Oh!" Skips had nearly forgotten about the near-sleeping child in his arm, "Yeah, ok. Here."
Bonnie quickly took the baby from Skips. Immediately the baby grabbed at Bonnie's curly blonde hair. The older woman giggled, so Skips made no move to stop her.
"So what is this energetic little one's name," the lollipop woman asked.
"Her name's Maxine," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck, "I found her on my doorstep, and I guess she's mine."
"Ohh bless her pea-pickin' wittle heart," Bonnie cooed at the baby, bouncing her a little, "So what are you going to do with her? Are you going to keep her or put her up for adoption?"
"I honestly don't know," Skips said, "I don't think I can take care of a baby right now and work."
"Oh don't fret, my good man," Bonnie assured him, "I'm sure whatever choice you make will be the ri-"
A very loud thunderclap outside interrupted her sentence. Maxine was startled by the loud noise and began crying.
"Oh no!" Bonnie said bouncing the tiny baby again, "Shhh, it's ok. It can't hurt you."
Her crying only got louder. Bonnie stopped bouncing her and sat down to rock her, but to no avail. Skips didn't know what to do so he just watched the scene in front of him take place.
"Sweetie, forget the tea!" The lollipop woman called out to her husband, "See if there's any milk in the icebox and warm it up!"
"Mama! Mama!" came a yell from the stairs as a frightened Pops quickly ran to his mother's side, wrapping his arms around her.
"Here, Bonnie," Skips offered, "I'll take her and you take care of Pops."
She nodded and handed the still crying Maxine over to Skips so she could tend to her own child.
"Calm down," he whispered, as he rocked her, "It'll be ok."
Maxine nuzzled her face into her father's fur before quieting down. As Skips continued to rock her she eventually fell asleep.
"Well isn't that just precious," Bonnie giggled as Skips's face turned bright red, "You'd make a good father."
Maellard then came out of the kitchen holding an old looking bottle.
"Here's the milk," he grumbled, "I warmed it up just like you asked, Bon."
"Oh we don't need it now," she said, smiling sweetly, "Pour it out, and put the bottle and some of Pops's old toys in a basket. We're sending Skips with some supplies after the rain stops."
Maellard looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. He grumbled as he stormed back into the kitchen.
"That is," Bonnie continued with her husband out of the room, "If you intend to keep her. I have a friend at the orphanage I could give a ring to. She'll be by here in a jiffy to take her off of your hands."
Skips looked down at the sleeping baby. He smiled a little as she had stuck her hand in her mouth.
"I think I'll give this parenting thing a shot," he said.
"Well that's great," she smiled, "Well I'll leave you two alone for now while I go help my dear husband."
Bonnie stood up and walked into the kitchen after her husband, Pops practically attached to her hip. Skips watched them leave before turning his attention to his daughter. She had woken up and stared back at him before making a face.
"Wait what are you- oh." Skips held her out at arms length after a foul stench arose from her cloth diaper, "Hey, Bonnie, I'm gonna need your help in here."