AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains some adult situations in it. Reader discretion is advised. That being said, members of the Raccoons Yahoo! Group may recognize this one as the one that I had apparently "raised some concerns" with. If you would rather read a Raccoons story that looks more like an episode of the show, I'd recommend you hitting the back button on your browser, and skip this story all together.

It was the first day after the spring thaw at the Evergreen Forest. Cedric Sneer and Bert Raccoon were outside in the backyard of the Sneer mansion, throwing around a baseball. Cedric's son, Forest, was trying to get into the game as well. Every time either Cedric or Bert threw the ball, he'd try to reach up and grab it. He felt a little discouraged every time he missed, but he kept trying. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and he began to fuss when Cedric threw the ball to Bert.

"Uh oh, time for damage control," Bert said.

"What's wrong, Forest?" Cedric asked, picking up the baby.

Forest whimpered, and reached for the baseball in Bert's hand. He began to cry harder when he couldn't reach it.

"I think he wants to play," Cedric said.

"Yeah, but I can't throw him this ball," Bert said. "It's the regulation kind."

"Well, if you'll watch him for a few minutes, I'll go get his special baseball."

"Sure thing, Cedric."

And with that, Cedric handed Forest to Bert, and walked into the mansion. Forest reached for the baseball. Bert gave it to him, just to see what he was going to do with it. He threw it, and it traveled a maximum of two inches.

"Good arm, Forest," Bert said. "But it could use a little work. Just watch Uncle Bert throw a line drive!"

Bert picked up the ball, wound up, and threw it as hard as he could. It sailed towards the window, and three unmistakable sounds followed.

CRASH!

BONK!

"OW! What in blazes . . . . ."

To clarify, the ball smashed through the window, and hit Cedric's dad, Cyril, in the head, and Cyril was about ready to kill the pitcher. He stormed out into the backyard and glared at Bert.

"And just what is the big idea?!" he shouted, holding up the baseball.

"Uhh, whoops?" Bert said, slightly sheepish. "Heh, heh, I didn't think it would go that far."

Forest giggled. For some reason, he liked it when Cyril was ready to burst a temple. He thought it was funny. Cyril grumbled, dropped the baseball, and picked Forest up off the ground.

"What kind of example are you trying to set for my grandson?" he asked, and started inside.

Bert shrugged, and started to throw the baseball into the air and catch it in his glove.

Cyril walked into the house with Forest and met up with Cedric.

"Pop, you got a phone call," he said, taking the baby from his father. "Somebody named Silas Morales."

"Silas Morales?" Cyril repeated. "I haven't seen him in ages!"

Cyril ran into the other room and picked up the phone.

"Cyril, ol' buddy!" the voice on the other end of the phone shouted. "How's it going?"

"Silas Morales," Cyril replied. "Haven't heard from you since after Cedric was born. Why call now?"

"Well, I'm going to be in the Evergreen Forest, and I thought I'd drop in on my old high school pal, Cyril Sneer."

"Great. Sure, come on down."

"Yeah, we've got a lot of catching up to do."

Cyril hung up the phone. He was looking forward to this. He hadn't seen Silas Morales in a long time. The two of them had been best friends since they were in high school. He couldn't wait to see his friend again.