Thank You

Chapter 1 Broken: Physically and Metaphorically

Screams rang out throughout the sky as the chopper and both a literally and metaphorically broken Chip Whistler flew through the air. He held onto his seat as tightly as he could to avoid being thrown around in the cockpit like a ragdoll, not wanting to chance the risk of anymore injuries.

The vehicle crashed to the ground, the force of the impact pried his grip from the leather and sent the now former Big City resident SMACK! Face first into the window. Chip lifted his face up immediately, peeling it off and feeling his tounge over both his upper and lower row of replacement teeth.

Nope, only the one he broke while he attempted to murder Cricket remained chipped. How Chip didn't get arrested for how many illegal acts he had tried to or actually committed was beyond him.

Flooded with a combination of releif over that and the current anger over being permanently banned, curiosity of Mayor Hansock, the ceo of Wholesome Foods opened the door and fell out like a limp noodle. Chip was certain that more than just his pride and face were broken as he dragged himself away from the firey wreakage. When he got to a suitable stopping point, he lied there face down for a soild minute, screaming angrily into the dirt as he did with arms and legs flailing in every direction.

When his childish tantrum had ceased, Chip slowly rolled over onto his back, sat up, and tried to calm his nerves. Taking a couple seconds to pat himself down in case any of the flames still lingered on his now burnt clothes.

Finding a small puddle nearby, Chip crawled his way over on his hands and knees and peered into it so he could get a better glimpse at his reflection and what he saw horrified him, nearly causing him to recoil backwards: Chipped tooth with no dentist to repair it this time, seared clothes, tattered hair, on top of a black eye and other possible physical injuries and with his whole face now decorated with dirt, the blondes appearance had went from professional, to scorched and tattered in one flight. This day could not get any worse.

Soon Mr. Whistler's words rang in his head;

"Wholesome Foods needs to be a friend to farmers." Balling one hand into a tight fist, Chip slammed it on the ground in anguish.

"I tried to befriend them dad. I tried to do buisness with the Greens but that street urchin, Cricket Green messed everything up. It's his fault I lost my tooth and my pride in the first place! With each outburst, Chip's anger grew and he soon found himself screaming up tword the sky. "It's his fault, Wholesome Foods got swarmed with protesters, it's his fault I became a laughing stock. It's his fault I'm a failure!"

Chip's mind flashed back to when he first chipped his tooth after meeting the Green family. It was the day of the local Big City Farmers Market.

"No don't eat that, it's fake!" Cricket shouted, waving his hands in a desperate attempt to stop Chip from taste testing his family's fake food. Before the boy could fully explain, Cricket got waved off.

"Oh you humble farmers, learn to take a compliment." Chip didn't hesitate for even a second before biting into an "apple". A cracking sound was heard seconds later and soon, he felt his tooth breaking. "Ahhh." He didn't think fresh produce could be so tough and hard, so hard that his teeth couldn't even break through it's skin/peel.

Every member of the Green family looked on in shock as his tooth cracked. It split upward and soon a gap appeared. The loose piece breaking off and falling to the ground afterwards. "Ahhhh! I cannot beleive this, ok, look what their awful food did to my perfect face!" Several bystanders looked on after hearing Chip's rant. "I'm gonna get you for this Greens or my name isn't Chip Whistler!" The man declared, pointing tword the sky while stomping off in rage.

As Chip ranted, whistles escaped through the gap in his newly ruined teeth.

The man rubbed his head to clear those thoughts away but his brain remained conflicted even after carrying out the action. Chip still wasn't seeing who really was to blame for the Green/Wholesome Foods war and he didn't even stick around to discover the produce was fake.

"Maybe I should have heeded the little gremlins warning...no I would've given him the benifit of the doubt. Was it my own fault I've spiraled so far?" After another frustrated groan, Chip soon found enough strengh to stand up but only for a short distance as he hauled himself over and slumped against a tree right outside a nearby house.

A whirlwind of emotions coursed throughout him as he got situated and he found himself falling back into his rant about Cricket, "It's the whole family's, well mainly Cricket's fault I got banned from Big City. When I was made ceo, I spent all that time obsessed over how I was going to rid myself of him. Making conspiracy boards about that nuisance and all of his companions and family members, drumming up potential plans that I knew would be doomed to fail. Why did I think that I could skip board meetings and cut out sleep due to getting payback on the Greens?" He heaved a heavy sigh as he pulled his knees up against his chest and rested his head there. "Everything I've tried, it never seems to work. I am a fraud."

Due to all of his plans about potential ideas to ruin Cricket, his ego had become unraveled. Chip was ready to tear his hair out in anger as he ran a hand hrough it, but a voice soon put a halt to his pontificating.

"Chip?" Chip's head shot up like a bullet and he looked over his shoulder. Low and behold, it was Mr. Whistler, peering out the open window of his house. Just seconds ago, he was enjoying the latest day in his peaceful retirement but that all came to a halt upon hearing a crash, followed up by a tirade in a very familiar voice. The retired ceo headed outside, pausing momentarily to strech before making his way over to his son. He couldn't beleive the state he was in or why a broken, burning helicoper had landed near his property.

Chip was wrong; The day had gotten worse.

"Are you kidding me?! Of all the places I could've landed..." Groaning in annoyance, Chip threw his hands up in disbelief but soon enough, he felt something strange pooling in his gut. He looked the older man in eyes which were filled with sympathy for him. Was it guilt that Chip was feeling? "Dad I..." His words had failed him. An awkward cough eventually escaped Chip's mouth, and that weird feeling was gnawing at him from the inside out, his stomach trying to tie itself in knots due to it.

"Come inside Chip. I think we need to have another talk." Mr. Whistler extended his hand out, ready to get Chip to his feet. "I'll also get you an ice pack for that bruised eye of yours." Chip was hesitant, never really taking anything that was offered to him (except when Bill and the rest of the family were kind enough to nurse him back to health after he had passed out on their property), but soon he complied after a few seconds. Chip reached out and took his fathers hand. A small part of him tried to crack a small smile for the kind gesture but his mouth didn't register.

Chip felt like he was swallowing sand as he was hoisted up off the ground and led inside, closing the door behind them.

There was one thing however Chip did know...

This was not going to be an easy conversation.

A/N

New Year, new fandom. Thanks to Fanfiction and AO3 member noodlepals9084 for encouraging me to try a fic for Big City Greens. Thanks pal. ^_^ I just recently found the show and I'm kicking myself for not finding it sooner, it is cracking me up laughing with each episode. Chip has definitely become my favorite character and my new top villian. (Sorry Palpatine) This is also my take on if Chip's father had found out his true plan. Alright, until the next chapter, which I've already gotten a fair amount of written already, keep smiling! Bingo Bango. ;) (Sorry, Cricket's iconic line seems to have rubbed off.) XD