All right, welcome to my new Sing fic.These are going to be some fan fic stories of Buster's past with his father, Frank. Yeah, like the Koala Brothers, Frank and Buster. Anyway, I hope you guys like them.

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Chapter 1: A New Friend.

"Buster! Come on, son, we'll be late!" Frank called to his eight year old son.

Buster sailed out of their house, quickly pulling his backpack over his shoulders.

"Ready!" He said, smiling.

Frank ruffled the tuft of fur atop his son's head before they started walking.

It had been 2 years since Buster's dream to become a Theater owner had formed in his heart and the dream was still going strong, like a blazing fire, refusing to go out.

Frank was working hard to make his son's dream a reality. Right now he was struggling with two jobs, the car wash and his old job. But if this was what his son wanted, then by God, he was going to give it to him.

Their first stop was Buster's school.

After a hug and goodbye, Buster ran inside, eager to get his classes good and done so that he could get to Drama class.

"Hey, Moon!"

The young koala skidded to a stop and his ears went low.

"Uh, hi, Ronald." He said as a leopard and rhino approached him.

His tail swooshed and he sneered at the small koala. "Hey, shorty, what's that on your shirt?"

Buster looked down only to meet a bushy tail to the face. Scrunching up his nose, he sneezed making Ron and his friend laugh.

"Oldest trick in the book, short stack, only an idiot would fall for it!" The rhino, Hector, laughed.

Buster turned to leave, before his was picked up by his ear.

"Ow, ow!" He cried.

Ron and Hector laughed before throwing him into a nearby trash can.

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"There you go, sir, all clean!" Frank said to his latest customer, a mouse and his son.

"You call this clean!? My SON can do better and that's not saying much." The mouse growled.

His son, no older then Buster, shrunk back and gave Frank an apologetic look.

"Let's go, boy." The mouse shouted as he turned to leave.

The young mouse quickly dug into his pocket and handed Frank a nickel.

"I'm sorry." He said, quietly.

His father turned, noticing his son's absence. "MIKE! I SAID LET'S GO!!"

Mike frowned before following his father.

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Buster winced as he was thrown into a locker. It was after lunch time and Buster was beginning to fear that he'd miss Drama class.

Students laughed as they passed by whilst Buster tried to stuff his spilled books back into his bag.

His father didn't know of the bullies and Buster planned to keep it that way. His dad had other things to worry about.

Buster was about to grab his Theater book, when someone else grabbed it before him.

Fearing another bully, Buster winced as he looked up.

But instead, he saw a female fox looking over his theater book.

"Interesting choice of reading." She spoke with a British accent.

"I-I'm hoping to run a theater one d-day." Buster said, shyly.

The fox smiled, her green eyes sparkling, as she handed the book back to Buster.

"I'm Bellatrix Raven, but you can call me Trixie." She said.

"Bellatrix, like the-"

"Yeah, both parents are huge Harry Potter fans. And the apple don't fall far from the tree." Trixie said as she referred to her black t-shirt with a Griyffindore striped long sleeved shirt underneath.

"I'm Buster Moon."

Taking his paw in her own, she shook. "A pleasure. Those jerks giving you a hard time?"

Buster shuffled his feet nervously. "I can handle it."

Trixie smirked. "Yeah, you seem to be handling it really well, you must love being tossed into the trash cans."

Buster was silent.

Trixie sighed. "Look, how about we hang out? I could teach ya how to defend yourself."

Buster's ears shot up. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, I take karate. I could teach you a few moves." Trixie said.

Buster smiled. "Okay, thanks!"

"No prob."

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It was late by the time Frank got home, his mind still on the mouse customer he had gotten earlier that day and how his son had apologized.

Yawning, he walked inside to see his son watching the Karate Kid.

"Hi, Buster, good day at school?" He asked, taking a seat beside his son.

Buster smiled. "Yeah! I made a friend!"

Frank smiled. He knew Buster didn't have a lot of friends. "That's great, why don't you tell me about them?"

Buster smiled as he started to tell his father about his new friend while the movie played in the background.