Chapter Years: Fearz
"Where is your eye, Dale?" asked Oogway. "I can see you still smile, but your eye is not smiling…"
"Yes, Master…" sighed Dale in defeat against terrapin psychology. "Nelson and I got into a scuffle at the local Mickey D's. I was wounded."
Oogway bonked both him and Nelson on the head. "No more restaurants forever! You are Flamingo warriors, remember?"
The two nodded and then went back to the peach tree.
"I want my eye back…" said Dale.
"I will revive one for you at the company I am managing," said Nelson. Everyone always forgot Nelson was loaded and his wife was a movie star.
"What are you going to name your son?" asked Dale, biting into another peach.
"I am thinking about Derek," said Nelson. "It sounds rad."
"It sounds bad. Name him George."
"No, George is an ugly name for fat, baldy Seinfelds…"
Dale's apparatus jiggled. He was so close to frowning due to how horrendous Nelson was acting towards him.
The next day, the two dudes went shopping at Primark. Nelson bought a tuxedo and Dale got himself a cool new hat and some sunglasses.
"You are such an unclassed hobo…" sighed Nelson. He kissed the tuxedo to show the cashier how rich he was in both taste and wallet-space.
"I like being unclassy," Dale snapped back. He then put on the shades and smiled for real this time. "I'm gonna move to Texas someday…"
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