It was early noon, a warm, sunny day, at the city square. Amoungst the bustling crowds of people, a young grey wolf, none other than Buckthorne Wolfe, made his way through. He'd just been to the bathroom, after taking down three milkshakes, in an hour. He'd agreed to meet up with his best friend Bullseye Warthogg, after. But the problem was... Buckthorne couldn't remember exactly WHERE they were supposed to meet again. So he was wandering about, just hoping to spot him in the crowd, eventually. So far, however, this idea wasn't working. He hadn't seen even one male warthog, yet. Just as he was getting exasperated and nearly giving up, he finally spotted someone. It was a male warthog with dark hair/mane, and green clothes. Since he couldn't see every detail, from his view, Buckthorne immediately thought it WAS Bullseye, and quickly made his way over to the warthog. He then walked up, to the turned back, and put his hand on the shoulder. "-Bullseye!" the wolf exclaimed. "-So THIS is where you got to... I'd forgot where we'd-" The warthog then turned around, a startled look upon his face. "-Huh?" At seeing his face close-up, Buckthorne's jaw dropped. *-Wait a sec...!* he thought. Bullseye had a black hair/mane, with a dark green shirt, and chocolate brown eyes. This warthog had a dark tawny brown hair/mane, with a pale green shirt, and light brown eyes with a slight green hue to them. It WASN'T Bullseye... At this realization, Buckthorne felt his cheeks flush red hot, with embarrassment. Just then, another voice spoke out, from behind Buckthorne. "-Yo, what's the haps, bro?" Buckthorne and the warthog, turned to see another male warthog standing there. He had reddish brown hair/mane, with a bright green shirt, and brown eyes, similar to Bullseye's. The first warthog turned back to Buckthorne. "Ummm... I'm sorry... can I help you?" Beads of sweat ran down the wolf's temple. "-Oh geez... I'm... oh man..." he stammered. "-I mean... I'm sorry, man... I really am!" I thought you were my friend... but you're not... and now I've just made a complete ass of myself... I'm just really sorry-" "-Nonono, it's okay, dude... calm down," the warthog assured him. "It's alright... easy mistake to make... no harm done." S'ok." Buckthorne scratched his neck, uncomfortably. "-Uhhh... kay then." The other warthog added, "-Yeah man... it's no biggie." I hope you find your friend." Buckthorne gave a slight nod, still enormously embarrassed. "-Thanks... I'll just be going then." Just as he turned to leave, the first warthog suddenly called out, "-Hey wait a sec!" Wolf dude!" The wolf turned back around, confused. "-Huh?" The warthog licked his lips, and asked, "-Who was that guy you said you were looking for, again?" "-Uhhh... my friend, Bullseye." The other warthog muttered to himself, "-Bullseye...?" "-Ah..." said the first one. "-And... you say he's a warthog, too?" "Well... yeah," nodded Buckthorne. The warthog seemed to be thinking hard about this, as the other one asked, "-Out of curiosity...uhh... is his last name... oh... 'Warthogg', spelled with two 'g's, by any chance?" The wolf was amazed by this lucky accuracy of guess. "-Yeah?" "...Does he happen to have, ummm... 'black' hair?" questioned the first warthog. Buckthorne now was feeling slightly suspicious of these strangers. "-Do you two KNOW him, or something?" The second warthog shoved his hands in his pockets, and gave a simple shrug. "-One might say that," he said, rather mysteriously. The wolf raised an eyebrow. The first finally dared to press one more question. "-Are his eyes anything like his, by the way?" he asked, gesturing to the other warthog's eyes (color). That was enough for Buckthorne. "-Oh for crying out loud, you guys!" Just admit it!" You KNOW who Bullseye is!!" The first warthog held up his hands, in defeat. "-Alright, alright!" Yes, we KNOW him... from WAY back... that type thing." Buckthorne sighed. "Okay then... I'll ummm... tell him you guys said 'hello'?" The second warthog raised a finger/hand, in suggestion. "-Mmmaybe we could... come with?" The wolf paused. "-Come again?" "It's nothing really... just so we could... say hello ourselves?" Buckthorne cocked his head. "-What for?" The first added, "-Well, like we said... we haven't seen Bullseye, for a long time... surely it wouldn't hurt if we... accompanied you, right?" In helping you find him?" He considered the thought, for a minute. Finally, he shrugged, "-I guess so..." and started walking off, letting them know that they could follow, if they wished to do so. The two warthogs trailed behind him, from a slight unhearable distance. The second warthog turned to his brother, with a smug look. "-I bet you wish that guy WAS lookin' for ya!" he snickered, nudging him in the arm. The first warthog's cheeks tinged pink. "...Oh shut up!" ...Well... oh alright, I'll admit it... he's cool... but he's not that type, if you know what I mean, bro." The second warthog raised an eyebrow. "-How can ya tell?" "-Trust me... when you ARE that... you can tell if others are, too," the first explained. "It's like a natural, built-in 'sensor' type thing." The second blinked, dumbfoundedly, and then just shrugged, "-Ah kay, then..." Let's just keep following 'wolf dude', shall we?"
About three minutes of walking later, Buckthorne at last, spotted his warthog friend, leaning by a stand that sold handbags, purses and wallets. He sighed, "-There ya are!" The other two warthogs, a few feet or so, behind Buckthorne, gawked at seeing the warthog the wolf was shouting to. Their jaws fell, and their eyes were wide open. Bullseye then turned in the wolf's direction, and smirked, "-About time, Buckthorne!" What took ya?" The wolf shook his head, "-I totally forgot where I was supposed to meet up!" His warthog companion rolled his eyes. "-Oh did ya, now?" Come on, man... I specifically said at the handbag and shit stand." You know... purses, wallets, and that... you'd think of all people, that YOU would remember that..." Buckthorne snorted, "-Oh get over yourself... I don't have pick-pocketing on the BRAIN, you know!" Just before Bullseye could reply, the two other warthogs nearby both spoke out, at the same time, "-BULLSEYE???" He looked over in their direction, and froze. Bullseye's mouth dropped half open, and his eyes hardly blinked. He stared at the two, unbelievingly. He finally managed to get out, after about ten seconds of being speechless, "...GORESKY?" ...CHISLETT??" The two warthogs broke into grins. "-Little brother!!" the first, Goresky, exclaimed. The second, Chislett, yelped, "-It's really you!" Now it was Buckthorne's turn to be shocked. "-'Little brother'??" he echoed Goresky's words. It hit him in an instant. These two were no ordinary male warthogs... they were Bullseye's long-lost twin brothers! The wolf couldn't believe it. Bullseye smiled widely, "-No way!" Look at you guys!" Big bros!!" Within seconds, the three were throwing their arms around each other, bear hugging, slapping each other's backs, fondly punching each other, and horsing around, with excitement. If they hadn't been so wrapped up in the minute, they would've noticed Buckthorne standing nearby, staring, numb with amazement. "-Look at us, look at YOU, man!" Chislett said. Goresky added, "-No kidding!" You shot up like a weed, bro!" "-Yeah!" What the fuck, did who the fuck, feed ya??" sniggered Chislett. Bullseye laughed his head off, as Goresky said, "-It's hard to believe that last the time we saw you, you only came up to our necks and below!" Bullseye shook his head, "-What can I say?" I musta hit one helluva a growth spurt, eh?" And an early one, might I add." His second oldest brother snorted, "Figures, yeah." Bullseye looked at them. "-You guys aren't too shabby looking yourselves, huh?" Goresky, man... you sure got HUGE!" Goresky shrugged modestly. "-Eh... I squeeze things." His younger brother gave a loud laugh, and slapped him a high five. "-And Chislett, dude!" You sure slimmed down, man... you used to be pretty... ya know...'fluffy'!" "Yeah man, you're tellin' me!" Chislett howled. "I hit puberty, and I just dropped down almost twenty pounds!" I'm still wondering where the hell it all went!" Goresky smirked, "-Me too... but I'm more surprised it hasn't come back!" Chis still eats like a pig... literally!" It's like his gut's a bottomless pit!" "-What's to say?" I'm a true blue HOG, and proud of it!" their brother hooted, with glee. At long last, Bullseye remembered Buckthorne was there, and turned around to see his wolf friend still standing around, as if he was trying to blend in with his surroundings. "-Buckthorne?" The wolf looked up. "-Yeah?" "-I'm sorry dude, I just got... well anyways... Buckthorne... these are my older bros!" Buckthorne smiled wryly. "-So I hear." Bullseye motioned to both brothers, "-This is Goresky and Chislett." Bros, this is Buckthorne Wolfe... my best friend." Goresky and Chislett sized him up, with hearty handshakes. Chislett nodded, "-Ah yes... us and Buckthorne go all the way back to... uhh... over there somewhere!" he pointed off. They all laughed, as Goresky added, jokingly, "-I know what it looked like, at least!" Just give me one sec, and I can go run back over there, and get a name, number and address!" Back in a tick!" The guys all howled some more, in the moment. "-So how exactly did that happen?" questioned Bullseye. Buckthorne shuffled, embarrassed. "Aiiie... I kinda thought, uhhh... Goresky, is it?" Yeah... I thought he was YOU, for a second." His friend laughed heartily, at the thought. "-Ya don't say!" Well... could be that whole 'we ARE triplets' thing, right?" Goresky nodded, "-We Warthogg men ARE pretty similar-looking, are we not?" Chislett added, "-Yup... and we're all DAMN SEXY!" They all howled, until their sides ached. Goresky then realized that they had interrupted Buckthorne, and immediately apologized, "-Oh for crying out loud... I'm sorry Buckthorne!" We didn't mean to cut in like that... go on." The wolf swallowed, slightly uncomfortable, and said, "-It's okay... uhhh... anyways, I thought he was you... so I went up, tapped his shoulder, and said something like ... 'Hey Bullseye', and he turned around and was like 'Huh?', and I saw what he looked like up close, and I realized, 'Shit! That's not you!'." So I was like, 'Oh crap... I'm sorry' and that, and just as I was about to leave, they're like 'Wait a second! Who's the guy you're looking for again?' and I'm like 'My friend Bullseye' and then they looked all suspicious and stuff, so they asked me all these questions, and finally I ask 'Do you KNOW him, or something?'" And they said yeah, and then they asked if they could help me find you, and I was like sure, and they did, and... there ya have it." Bullseye smirked, "-Ah yes... now there's one of those memories you won't forget, like calling the wrong name, in bed!" Chislett shrieked with laughter, as Goresky gasped in a joking matter, and Buckthorne snorted, "-Yeah... YOU'D know, wouldn't you?" Bullseye's brothers laughed even harder at this. "-Ooooh!" BUUURN, man!" Nice one, Buckthorne!" Chislett high-fived the wolf, who looked rather smug. Goresky eyed Bullseye, and spoke, "-I'm guessing we've got a lot of catching up to do, eh?" Bullseye sighed, rolling his eyes, "-Like you wouldn't believe, Goresk." Chislett looked towards his brothers. "As long as we can grab some grub, while we're at it, then!" Goresky snorted to Bullseye. "-What did I tell ya?" The eating machine, at your service!" Chislett whined, "-Oh come on!" I didn't finish breakfast!" I only had two pieces of toast!" He glanced over to Bullseye. "-Normally four pieces, a grapefruit and grape juice, do the trick," he explained. Bullseye blinked. "-Grape juice?" Goresky smirked towards Bullseye. "-I like almost any fruit juice, myself... but grape juice??" Chislett's the only person I know who drinks that shiz." What about you bro?" Bullseye shook his muzzle. "-No one... not even myself..." That would only be the 'queerest' drink there is!" He and Buckthorne laughed a little, but Goresky and Chislett were silent and blank faced for a minute, at this remark. Then they both seemed to realize something, and started laughing, in a rather forced matter, which Bullseye seemed to notice. "...What?" "-Sorry bro... it just... took a minute to register in," Chislett said. "Uhh... see... I... thought you said 'beer'! Yeah.. uhh... what was it you said, again?" "-'Queer'?" Bullseye questioned. "-Oh... ya... right... heh." Goresky added, "-Ah... I... thought you said uhh... 'mirror' or something." Bullseye twitched his eyebrows. "Oh... hmmm... you'd think ONE of you, would've got it." Guess I said it weird, or something?" His brother quickly nodded. Bullseye shrugged, "Ah... sorry about that." Chislett broke the silence. "-So guys... we gonna get some food or not?" The other two Warthogg brothers agreed, but Buckthorne drew back. "-Eh... you guys go on, ahead..." I gotta get going." Bullseye looked to him "-Huh?" Get going where?" Buckthorne spoke in a quieter tone, so only Bullseye could hear. "-It's okay, Bullseye... you go with them." I'll head back." Bullseye protested, "But wait... don't you wanna come?" You can!" The wolf shook his head, "-Nyah... that's alright." You three should have some time to yourselves." You know... catching up and stuff." I mean... it's been eleven years since you've seen them!" You see me everyday." I'll see ya later on, 'kay?" Bullseye still seemed reluctant. "-Are you sure?" I mean, we wouldn't mind you coming along-" "-Bullseye, it's NO PROBLEM!" Really." Just go on!" Hang with your bros, man," Buckthorne insisted. His warthog friend finally gave in. "-Oh alright... I'll see ya in a few hours or so, then." His friend nodded. "-See ya later, Bullsy," and he walked off, alone. Goresky looked over to Bullseye, who came walking back over. "-Where's he going?" "-Eh... he felt like heading back or something," shrugged Bullseye. "I'll see him later." "Oh okay... well... guess we'll get going then?" "Sure thing!"
About three minutes of walking later, Buckthorne at last, spotted his warthog friend, leaning by a stand that sold handbags, purses and wallets. He sighed, "-There ya are!" The other two warthogs, a few feet or so, behind Buckthorne, gawked at seeing the warthog the wolf was shouting to. Their jaws fell, and their eyes were wide open. Bullseye then turned in the wolf's direction, and smirked, "-About time, Buckthorne!" What took ya?" The wolf shook his head, "-I totally forgot where I was supposed to meet up!" His warthog companion rolled his eyes. "-Oh did ya, now?" Come on, man... I specifically said at the handbag and shit stand." You know... purses, wallets, and that... you'd think of all people, that YOU would remember that..." Buckthorne snorted, "-Oh get over yourself... I don't have pick-pocketing on the BRAIN, you know!" Just before Bullseye could reply, the two other warthogs nearby both spoke out, at the same time, "-BULLSEYE???" He looked over in their direction, and froze. Bullseye's mouth dropped half open, and his eyes hardly blinked. He stared at the two, unbelievingly. He finally managed to get out, after about ten seconds of being speechless, "...GORESKY?" ...CHISLETT??" The two warthogs broke into grins. "-Little brother!!" the first, Goresky, exclaimed. The second, Chislett, yelped, "-It's really you!" Now it was Buckthorne's turn to be shocked. "-'Little brother'??" he echoed Goresky's words. It hit him in an instant. These two were no ordinary male warthogs... they were Bullseye's long-lost twin brothers! The wolf couldn't believe it. Bullseye smiled widely, "-No way!" Look at you guys!" Big bros!!" Within seconds, the three were throwing their arms around each other, bear hugging, slapping each other's backs, fondly punching each other, and horsing around, with excitement. If they hadn't been so wrapped up in the minute, they would've noticed Buckthorne standing nearby, staring, numb with amazement. "-Look at us, look at YOU, man!" Chislett said. Goresky added, "-No kidding!" You shot up like a weed, bro!" "-Yeah!" What the fuck, did who the fuck, feed ya??" sniggered Chislett. Bullseye laughed his head off, as Goresky said, "-It's hard to believe that last the time we saw you, you only came up to our necks and below!" Bullseye shook his head, "-What can I say?" I musta hit one helluva a growth spurt, eh?" And an early one, might I add." His second oldest brother snorted, "Figures, yeah." Bullseye looked at them. "-You guys aren't too shabby looking yourselves, huh?" Goresky, man... you sure got HUGE!" Goresky shrugged modestly. "-Eh... I squeeze things." His younger brother gave a loud laugh, and slapped him a high five. "-And Chislett, dude!" You sure slimmed down, man... you used to be pretty... ya know...'fluffy'!" "Yeah man, you're tellin' me!" Chislett howled. "I hit puberty, and I just dropped down almost twenty pounds!" I'm still wondering where the hell it all went!" Goresky smirked, "-Me too... but I'm more surprised it hasn't come back!" Chis still eats like a pig... literally!" It's like his gut's a bottomless pit!" "-What's to say?" I'm a true blue HOG, and proud of it!" their brother hooted, with glee. At long last, Bullseye remembered Buckthorne was there, and turned around to see his wolf friend still standing around, as if he was trying to blend in with his surroundings. "-Buckthorne?" The wolf looked up. "-Yeah?" "-I'm sorry dude, I just got... well anyways... Buckthorne... these are my older bros!" Buckthorne smiled wryly. "-So I hear." Bullseye motioned to both brothers, "-This is Goresky and Chislett." Bros, this is Buckthorne Wolfe... my best friend." Goresky and Chislett sized him up, with hearty handshakes. Chislett nodded, "-Ah yes... us and Buckthorne go all the way back to... uhh... over there somewhere!" he pointed off. They all laughed, as Goresky added, jokingly, "-I know what it looked like, at least!" Just give me one sec, and I can go run back over there, and get a name, number and address!" Back in a tick!" The guys all howled some more, in the moment. "-So how exactly did that happen?" questioned Bullseye. Buckthorne shuffled, embarrassed. "Aiiie... I kinda thought, uhhh... Goresky, is it?" Yeah... I thought he was YOU, for a second." His friend laughed heartily, at the thought. "-Ya don't say!" Well... could be that whole 'we ARE triplets' thing, right?" Goresky nodded, "-We Warthogg men ARE pretty similar-looking, are we not?" Chislett added, "-Yup... and we're all DAMN SEXY!" They all howled, until their sides ached. Goresky then realized that they had interrupted Buckthorne, and immediately apologized, "-Oh for crying out loud... I'm sorry Buckthorne!" We didn't mean to cut in like that... go on." The wolf swallowed, slightly uncomfortable, and said, "-It's okay... uhhh... anyways, I thought he was you... so I went up, tapped his shoulder, and said something like ... 'Hey Bullseye', and he turned around and was like 'Huh?', and I saw what he looked like up close, and I realized, 'Shit! That's not you!'." So I was like, 'Oh crap... I'm sorry' and that, and just as I was about to leave, they're like 'Wait a second! Who's the guy you're looking for again?' and I'm like 'My friend Bullseye' and then they looked all suspicious and stuff, so they asked me all these questions, and finally I ask 'Do you KNOW him, or something?'" And they said yeah, and then they asked if they could help me find you, and I was like sure, and they did, and... there ya have it." Bullseye smirked, "-Ah yes... now there's one of those memories you won't forget, like calling the wrong name, in bed!" Chislett shrieked with laughter, as Goresky gasped in a joking matter, and Buckthorne snorted, "-Yeah... YOU'D know, wouldn't you?" Bullseye's brothers laughed even harder at this. "-Ooooh!" BUUURN, man!" Nice one, Buckthorne!" Chislett high-fived the wolf, who looked rather smug. Goresky eyed Bullseye, and spoke, "-I'm guessing we've got a lot of catching up to do, eh?" Bullseye sighed, rolling his eyes, "-Like you wouldn't believe, Goresk." Chislett looked towards his brothers. "As long as we can grab some grub, while we're at it, then!" Goresky snorted to Bullseye. "-What did I tell ya?" The eating machine, at your service!" Chislett whined, "-Oh come on!" I didn't finish breakfast!" I only had two pieces of toast!" He glanced over to Bullseye. "-Normally four pieces, a grapefruit and grape juice, do the trick," he explained. Bullseye blinked. "-Grape juice?" Goresky smirked towards Bullseye. "-I like almost any fruit juice, myself... but grape juice??" Chislett's the only person I know who drinks that shiz." What about you bro?" Bullseye shook his muzzle. "-No one... not even myself..." That would only be the 'queerest' drink there is!" He and Buckthorne laughed a little, but Goresky and Chislett were silent and blank faced for a minute, at this remark. Then they both seemed to realize something, and started laughing, in a rather forced matter, which Bullseye seemed to notice. "...What?" "-Sorry bro... it just... took a minute to register in," Chislett said. "Uhh... see... I... thought you said 'beer'! Yeah.. uhh... what was it you said, again?" "-'Queer'?" Bullseye questioned. "-Oh... ya... right... heh." Goresky added, "-Ah... I... thought you said uhh... 'mirror' or something." Bullseye twitched his eyebrows. "Oh... hmmm... you'd think ONE of you, would've got it." Guess I said it weird, or something?" His brother quickly nodded. Bullseye shrugged, "Ah... sorry about that." Chislett broke the silence. "-So guys... we gonna get some food or not?" The other two Warthogg brothers agreed, but Buckthorne drew back. "-Eh... you guys go on, ahead..." I gotta get going." Bullseye looked to him "-Huh?" Get going where?" Buckthorne spoke in a quieter tone, so only Bullseye could hear. "-It's okay, Bullseye... you go with them." I'll head back." Bullseye protested, "But wait... don't you wanna come?" You can!" The wolf shook his head, "-Nyah... that's alright." You three should have some time to yourselves." You know... catching up and stuff." I mean... it's been eleven years since you've seen them!" You see me everyday." I'll see ya later on, 'kay?" Bullseye still seemed reluctant. "-Are you sure?" I mean, we wouldn't mind you coming along-" "-Bullseye, it's NO PROBLEM!" Really." Just go on!" Hang with your bros, man," Buckthorne insisted. His warthog friend finally gave in. "-Oh alright... I'll see ya in a few hours or so, then." His friend nodded. "-See ya later, Bullsy," and he walked off, alone. Goresky looked over to Bullseye, who came walking back over. "-Where's he going?" "-Eh... he felt like heading back or something," shrugged Bullseye. "I'll see him later." "Oh okay... well... guess we'll get going then?" "Sure thing!"