"WHAT?!"

The group's jaws dropped. Crusher glanced up at his Grammy in horror.

"GASQUATCH IS WILBUR?!?" Crusher screamed shock.

"I KNEW it!" Pickle hissed.

"Yes, Crushy, he is," Grammy nodded. "This is… Wilbur,"

Crusher felt dizzy. His head was spinning before his vision darkened, and he passed out.

And when he came to, Grammy and Pickle were both glancing down at him worriedly.

"Crushy, are you okay...?" Grammy asked with concern written all over her face.

"Just had… the strangest dream that… that Wilbur was alive and all…" Crusher hissed.

"...Crushy, that wasn't a dream. Wilbur is still alive and is in fact standing right next to you." Grammy gently explained.

"WHAT?!" Crusher turned to see Gasquatch beside him.

"Um... Hi..." Gasquatch greeted awkwardly.

Crusher stared at him in disbelief before sighing. "This explains why he had been so familiar…"

"I tried to tell you..." Pickle muttered.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner, Grammy?" Gasquatch asked.

Grammy sighed, "I should've told you sooner, I just couldn't find the right time to do it…"

"And this festival was the BEST place?!" Crusher hissed, shaking his head. "I'm not mad, Grammy, but just… I need to think about this for a while,"

With that, he left the group and drove off.

"Oh dear…" Grammy frowned.

"Well, that just happened," Pickle coughed out awkwardly.

"Yeah... Um, is anyone going to go after him... or," Gasquatch asked.

"Maybe we should leave him be for a while, Gasquatch… er, Wilbur, whatever you wanna be called," Pickle suggested.

"It really doesn't matter what you call me at this point..." Gasquatch shrugged.

"True, true," Pickle agreed. "But do you still wanna be CALLED Wilbur?"

"Eh, not really." Gasquatch answered.

"Gasquatch then!" Pickle smiled.

"I do hope Crushy's okay…" Diana sighed. "I didn't think that he'd react this way,"

"It's not your fault Mrs. Grammy, it was to be expected." Pickle reassured.

"I… I think I need to think about this too," Gasquatch hissed and turned away.

"I knew I shouldn't have waited so long to tell you... You have every right to be upset with me Gasquatch, I'm sorry," Diana apologized with a sigh.

"I'm not upset," Gasquatch sighed and turned back. "Just… my sister is alive and is now a guy. I… it… I just need time to process it, that's all,"

"I know but still, I think Crushy's upset about all of this…"

"I still can't believe Crusher was once a girl…" Blaze spoke, blinking in surprise.

"I'm still confused, what happened...?" Darington asked.

Diana sighed. "Calvin and Krisha never wanted to have children. When they had Gasquatch, they were upset and left him at their vacation home outside the city. When they had gotten Dynamite, they grew even more upset and left her too. They planned ways to get rid of them without being caught by anyone,"

"Oh..." Darington said, starting to realize. "So Crusher is Dynamite?"

"Yes, he is," Diana nodded. "Well, he was, anyway,"

"So, Crusher is trans?" Darington asked.

"Yep!" Pickle nodded. "He is! Grammy and I were there at his transition,"

"Does... Mom and Dad know I'm alive?" Gasquatch asked.

"No, they don't," Diana assured him.

"Alright... If they knew me and, Crusher were alive and not to mention here of all places we'd be toast," Gasquatch sighed.

"Oh... they know Crushy exists," Diana told him.

"Oh... At least they don't know he's here." Gasquatch shrugged.

"Hmm..." Diana gave a hum. "Actually... they DO know that he's here…"

"Uh-oh... We should probably warn and or find Crusher..." Gasquatch suggested.

"Right," Blaze nodded in agreement.

X

"Ugh..." Crusher sighed and kicked the rock to the nearby lake. "I can't believe this… Wilbur is alive, and… and Grammy hid this all from me…"

He kicked on another rock and fell on his tires. He hissed.

"Could this day get any worse?!"

"Well, isn't this pathetic?"

Crusher stiffened at the familiar voice and turned to find the two trucks he hated with a burning passion.

"Mother and Father…"