DISCLAIMER: I do not own Spyro or any related characters. They are property of Activision and Toys for Bob. I do, however, own some of the characters, such as Clarissa and her mother Gertrude, as well as Bartholomew and Bentley's parents.

This fanfic is rated T for mild language and innuendos. The first chapter is pretty safe, but you'll see it in subsequent chapters.

This is my first time writing a Spyro fanfic. I've been a fan of Spyro for 20 years and I got the Reignited Trilogy last month. I hope you like it!

THE ESTATE OF NIBIRU-MUL PRESENTS

BART'S GIRLFRIEND

CHAPTER 1: AND SHE'S PAAAAANK!

It was a cold but pleasant day in the mountains. We zoom in on a yeti house, an igloo, which looks like all the other yeti houses. Let's take a look inside.

Bartholomew, a cute but slightly annoying yeti, is sleeping in his bed. His bed has purple sheets with a moon and star pattern. He is snuggling a plush yeti doll. Next to the bed is his favorite ball, the one that he made his older brother Bentley beat up another yeti to get back, only to find out the other yeti didn't have it.

Bartholomew woke up and stretched his arms. He got out of bed and went downstairs to eat his breakfast. Since his parents weren't home, Bentley was doing the cooking. Bentley wasn't the best cook, but Bartholomew always enjoyed eating his food.

"Good morning, big brother!" said Bartholomew.

"Good morning, my diminutive sibling!" said Bentley. "You're going to fancy my most delectable breakfast creation."

Bartholomew sat down at the table. In front of him was a glass of bilberry juice and a fork and knife. Yetis normally eat with their hands, but Bentley was too civilized for that. In a manner of minutes, Bentley prepared a cheese omelet with red peppers and a side of crepes with gooseberry jam. Bentley had put too much jam in the crepes, to the point where they were falling apart.

"Bon appetit!" said Bentley.

Bentley served the food to Bartholomew, who began to eat it.

"Mmm-mmm!" said Bartholomew. "This is delicious! Say, after breakfast do you want to play ball with me?"

"Sorry," said Bentley, "I cannot. I'm going on a sojourn to the bibliotheca."

"The what?" said Bartholomew.

"The library," said Bentley. "Do you want to travel with me?"

"No," said Bartholomew. "I wanted to play outside today."

"Maybe someone else will play with you," said Bentley.

"Okay," said Bartholomew, sighing.

After breakfast, Bartholomew went outside with his ball and looked around the mountains. He looked up in the sky. The sky was gloomy, as it always was this high up. He then looked around for a friend to play with. Even though the mountains were normally full of yetis, there were barely any today.

First, Bartholomew walked up to a big yeti who was roasting a sausage over a fire.

"Want to play ball with me?" asked Bartholomew.

The big yeti just grumbled and paid no attention to Bartholomew.

After that, Bartholomew walked a bit further. He saw a female yeti feeding a little baby yeti. Bartholomew went up to them.

"Want to play ball with me?" he asked.

The baby yeti put the ball in his mouth and slobbered all over it.

"AAAAUGH!" said Bartholomew. "Disgusting!"

"Sorry, Bartholomew!" said the mother yeti. "I think my son's a little too young to play ball."

"I'm going to wash this off," said Bartholomew.

And so, Bartholomew went to a pool of cold water and wet the ball inside of it. Luckily, the ball was waterproof, so it wasn't too bad. When Bartholomew had dried the ball, he looked around and saw two monk Colosi from Colossus. They were on vacation.

"Want to play ball with me?" asked Bartholomew.

The two brothers looked at Bartholomew, and felt frightened, for they saw all yetis as monsters.

"AAAAAAA! YETI!" they screamed, and ran away as fast as they could.

Now Bartholomew was lonely. He walked along the path with his face hanging down. He felt like he had no one to play with.

"It's so unfair!" he cried. "No one wants to play with me. BWAAAAA!"

What Bartholomew didn't notice was that someone had heard him crying. He heard a voice talking to him.

"Don't cry," it said. "I'll play with you."

Bartholomew saw a shadowy figure about his height standing in a grotto. It looked like someone friendly. Bartholomew walked a little further and then noticed that he was not alone. There was a female yeti about the same size as Bartholomew. She looked a lot like him, except she had pink fur and a magenta face. Her horns were lilac-colored. On her head was a crown of buttercups, and on her feet were pink sneakers.

"Hi," she said.

"What's your name?" asked Bartholomew.

"My name is Clarissa," said the female yeti.

"I'm Bartholomew," said Bartholomew.

"That's a really nice name," said Clarissa.

"Thank you," said Bartholomew. "You're one of the first people I've met to say so."

"You lonely?" asked Clarissa.

"Yes," said Bartholomew.

"I'm lonely too," said Clarissa. "I have no one to play with either. I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I'm all alone. I often take walks since it gets me out of the house. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"I have an older brother named Bentley," said Bartholomew. "He's really nice. I wanted to play ball with him, but he's got to go to the library. I didn't want to go with him since I wanted to play with my ball."

Clarissa looked at Bartholomew's ball.

"That's a nice ball," she said.

"Thanks," said Bartholomew. "Want to play with it?"

"Sure!" said Clarissa.

"Okay," said Bartholomew. "Get ready to catch!"

Bartholomew threw his ball, and Clarissa caught it. Clarissa then threw the ball back to Bartholomew. The two yetis played with the ball for over half an hour, laughing and smiling all the while. After they were tired, the two of them decided to sit down and talk.

"And there was this one time that I trained these seals," said Bartholomew, "and then they turned on me. Luckily my brother was there to defend me."

Clarissa giggled.

"Where do you live?" she asked Bartholomew.

"I live across that big mountain," said Bartholomew. "We moved into a new igloo not too long ago to be closer to the other yetis. How about you?"

"I live right in the village," said Clarissa. "It's a cozy igloo with pink ice."

"Do you think I can come over?" asked Bartholomew.

"Gee, I don't know..." said Clarissa. "My mother doesn't take too kindly to strangers."

"Oh," said Bartholomew. "That's too bad."

"But I'll come to visit you!" said Clarissa. She sighed. "I have to go home now. It's almost time for lunch."

"Okay," said Bartholomew. "Bye-bye!"

"Bye!" said Clarissa. As Clarissa walked away, she winked coquettishly at Bartholomew.

"Aww..." said Bartholomew. He picked up his ball and went on his way.

As Bartholomew made his way home, he couldn't stop thinking about Clarissa. She seemed really nice, and he wanted to spend more time with her. He wanted to get to know her, hang out with her, and maybe even take her out to dinner.

"I have a new love," said Bartholomew, "and she's paaaaank!"