AN: I know the last chapter was rushed. My bad. Sorry. I'll try to make this one better. Oh and also, this fic jumps around from different times in the KND's lifetimes. This one is farther in the future than the last chapter. Oh, and italics show flashbacks.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Look what I found!" The energetic ten year old thrust the large book into his father's hands.

Hoagie chuckled to himself. "Let's see what we got here." He opened the book, showing the pictures. It was a photo album.

"Oh way cool! Just like in that movie I saw with mom, um, what was it called?" The easily distracted child was lost in a train of thought.

"It's just an old photo album."

"Who, who's that? Tell me! Please? Who's that!" The boy was practically jumping up and down.

His father smiled at the picture. "These were my friends when I was a kid. See the bald one? That's Nigel."

"Really? That's Mr. Uno? Way cool! He looks weird without hair, though." The boy made a face.

Hoagie laughed. "And that girl next to him? That's Abby."

"Oh wow, she looks just like her daughter now."

"I know." He turned the page. "Those two were . . ."

"I know who that is! That's Kuki!" He pointed. "Who's the blonde one?"

Hoagie looked at it and was filled with sadness. "That was Wally."

"No, I'M Wally. Who's that?"

"He was named Wally, too. In fact, you were named after him."

"Well if I was named after him, then how comes I don't know him?"

"It's a long story . . ."

"Cool, does it involve flashbacks?"

"Actually yes."

"Yay! Flashbacks rule!"

Hoagie turned the page. "This is from the day we first met. . ."

Wally scowled at the new neighborhood. This sucked. He had had a life in Australia, but was that good enough? No. He had to be dragged off to this dump.

Stupid California.

Stupid house.

Stupid treehouse.

Wait a second. Treehouse?

"That's so dumb! There's a tree growing through someone's roof." He kicked a rock away from him.

"Hi!" Hoagie approached the lone kid. "You must be new, right? Oh yeah, duh! Of course you're new! There's a moving van and everything!" He smacked himself on the head. "Well anyhoo, I'm Hoagie!" He extended his hand.

Wally reluctantly shook his hand. "I'm Wallabee."

"Nice to meet you, Walla . . ."

"Call me that and die." He growled.

Hoagie stared at the child in slight fear. "Um, okay then. What do I call you?"

Wally thought about it. "Um, nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Just call me . . ."

"Oh, I know! How about Wally?"

"Um, okay. Anything's better than Wallabee, I guess."

"Oh hold on a second! Isn't Wallabee the name of an animal?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, and doesn't it look like a Kangaroo?"

He nodded glumly.

"Oh wow. So you're like a walking, talking Kangaroo! You have got to meet Kuki!" Hoagie half dragged the boy to a neighboring house.

"Hold on, dad! I'm named after a stinkin' animal?" the boy shrieked. "Aw man, why didn't you tell me!"

Hoagie hammered on the door. "Kuki, you got to meet this guy!" He exclaimed when she answered the door.

"Oh, okay then!" The japenese girl seemed to float outdoors.

"Okay then. Wally, this is Kuki. Kuki, this is Wally."

She eyed the boy suspiciously. "Are you a door to door salesman or something? Because my dad warned me about people like you."

Wally didn't know what to think of this girl. She seemed pretty and all, but she also seemed slightly crazy.

Hoagie laughed. "No he's not. His real name is. . ." He whispered the name to Kuki and the type of animal it was.

"Are you for real?" She squealed. "Ooh, you're so lucky to be named after such a cute animal."

Wally gaped at the girl.

"Kuki collects stuffed animals," Hoagie added.

"Come see my collection. You'll love it!" Kuki dragged the boy into her room which was completely filled with stuffed animals. She held up one that resembled a monkey.

"Um, is that a stoned monkey?" Wally asked.

"Huh?" She had no clue what he was talking about.

"Never mind."

"It's a Rainbow Monkey. They're in Japan now, but they're coming to America soon!" She hugged the animal tightly.

'Oh my God. This neighborhood is full of escaped insane asylum patients.' He thought to himself.

AN: Well, more to come later. I got to go now.

Peace.