"Where's my trumpet?" Fillmore asked, rummaging through his luggage. The three had touched down in Minnesota a few hours ago, and quickly bought a cheap little cottage on the edge of Frostbite Falls.

"Why do you need it?" asked Waldo, standing next to Hoppity, ready to leave.

"So I can give him a fanfare!"

"Oh please, he won't get registered if you kill the staff."

Hoppity stifled a laugh, "Oh, I don't need a fanfare, Fillmore!"

"Yes you do!" He exclaimed, turning, rushing at Hoopity and grabbing his arms, "Our little boy's all grown up! He's going to college!"

"We literally met three years ago! I was fifteen!"

"That's three years Waldo and I raised you, Hoppity!"

"Is this what it means to be a guardian," Waldo muttered, mostly to himself, "To embarrass your children?"

"Don't you dare!"

Waldo clapped his hands, turning to Fillmore, "This is the one and only time I am on board with you blowing that bugle, Beauregard."

"Really?" asked Fillmore, sincerely.

"Yes, now let's see if his mother will send me some of his baby pictures, I'll show them to his next partner."

"No!"

"Alright then, the school staff."

"No!"

Waldo snickered, "We'll fanfare you when we get back, hm?"

"You're killing me," Hoppity said between laughs, "You're killing your nephew."

"Then perish in my affection."

"Proof of existence?"

The three had received Hoppity's registration papers, and were now reading them through before filling them out. Fillmore was trying, in any sense. He glanced between the papers and Hoppity.

"I mean… you're here, aren't you?"

"Am I?"

"Give me those," Waldo said, taking them from his hands, "That says proof of residency, field mouse, it means he needs proof he lives here."

"...he's here, isn't he?"

Waldo shook his head, laughing. He sat down at the kitchen table, Hoppity and Fillmore quickly taking seats beside him.

"We'll have to get our licenses changed away," he pulled a pen out of his back blazer pocket, "Let's see. Your full name is Hoppity Hooper, your birth date is September 26th, 2000. Our mobile number is…" he looked at Fillmore, who shrugged. He groaned, then chuckled, looking at Hoppity, "Your gender?"

"Yes. You know I can fill these papers myself?"

"Excellent," Waldo answered, ignoring the second part of his sentence, "Our address, city, postal code, country…." He looked back at Hoppity, "Previous schools attended?"

Hoppity took in a deep breath, "Foggy Bog Public Elementary, Foggy Bog Public Middle, Foggy Bog Public Intermediate, just Foggy Bog Public School and Foggy Bog Public High School."

Waldo nodded, chuckling, "Your first language?"

Hoppity gave a hearty croak.

"Of course," he then signed his name, sliding it to Fillmore- simply putting X. Waldo took it back, "Then that leaves emergency contacts!"

"You two are the only family I've got," Hoppity reminded.

"And there's three slots," Fillmore added.

"No matter. Waldo Wigglesworth, relation to student, fake uncle."

"Guardian!" said Hoppity, laughing.

"And Fillmore Bear, fake uncle the second," he took a moment to say the next thing, "What are these contacts relationships to eachother! Oh boy, we'll have to explain the story to these poor, poor people."

Hoppity smugly smiled, "What is your relationship to eachother?"

"We're husbands!" answered Fillmore, just as smug.

"No," begged Waldo, "Shut up. Shut up."

"But your last names are different!"

"Yeah I thought Fillmore Wigglesworth was a bit forward."

Waldo covered his face in his hands, turning red, "Please, stop this."

But Hoppity and Fillmore were not deterred.

"Forward about what?" Hoppity couldn't help already laughing.

"My sex life."

"Oh. I'm going to divorce you."

"You love me!" Fillmore laughed.

"I thought!" Fillmore and Hoppity laughed. "I hate this goddamn family," Waldo muttered, eventually succumbing to laughter himself.