Carl Wheezer was once a happy-go-lucky child of Retroville. Some would call him plump; others jolly. Some might even call him big-boned, perhaps husky.

That was four years ago.

Everything went downhill when Carl's parents died of lung cancer two years prior.

"Carl my boy," wheezed Wheezer on his death bed. "I don't think I'm gonna make it."

"No, Papa!" cried Carl. "You have to! I can't lose both you and mom in the same week!"

But then Papa Wheeze let out his last wheeze, and he dropped dead.

Carl Wheezer cried for two months straight.

"J-Jimmy," he sobbed on the phone. "The government is taking my house. I have nowhere to stay."

"Hang in there, my boy!" said Jimbo. "I asked my parents, and they said you can come live with me!"

"They'd really take me in?" asked Carl, tears of joy forming in his eyes.

"Ye," said Jimmy.

And so it was.

They lived happily and Carl began to move on and live somewhat of a normal life.

But at age 14, Jimmy got accepted into Harvard.

"Goodbye!" said Jimmy.

"You're really leaving?" asked Carl sadly.

"Yes," said Jimmy. "Take care of Mom and Pop! Don't worry, I'll keep in touch!"

After Jimmy left, Carl was very lonely.

Since Jimmy was at college and Sheen had been lost in space for many years and assumed dead, he had no friends.

Jimmy's parents tried their best to comfort him, but Hugh wasn't very good with kids.

"When I was seven years old I sat on a banana," explained Hugh one morning. "And of course, it changed my life."

Carl let out a light chuckle. "Good one, Mr. Neutron."

"Hey, thanks, my boy!" said Hugh. "But call me Pop!"

Carl looked away nervously. "I don't think I'm ready to do that yet."

Hugh smiled warmly. "Someday."