Planting Dil
Dil sighed as his mommy put him back down on the blankie. He'd tried to be good and play nice with Tommy but his tummy had hurt and he needed to poop so he'd begun to scream and cry and even though Tommy had tried to help he hadn't been happy at all! So his mommy had taken him upstairs for a change and a nap and when he came back down Tommy and his friends had left to play someplace else, leaving him all alone with just his toys.
"And here's we have my dill!"
Dil looked up from playing with Mr. Wormie. Why was his mommy not looking at him if she were talking about him?
"Got a whole lot planted," his gran'pa said, scratching his chin.
"Well, you know how last time the dill didn't turn out so good?" his mommy said. Dil frowned… her Dil hadn't turned out good? But… he was Dil! He was good… well… he was NOW. He knew that beforehand he had been a bad baby, taking things and crying when he didn't get his way and hitting his brother but… but he was still good.
Right?
"Well," his mommy continued, "I want to make sure this dill turns out perfect! And there will be plenty for everyone!"
More Dils… for EVERYONE!?
"Mama," Dil said, reaching out for his mommy… only for her to walk past him and into the garden, pulling out another baby that looked just like him from the ground. Only this Dil merely giggled and laughed and she kissed him even as she brushed the dirt off his head.
"Oh, this Dil is perfect!"
"I like mine," his gran'pa declared, lifting up another Dil. "Smells a lot better than the other one!" Dil looked down and patted his diapee. It was stinky…
"Well my Dil can already walk!" his daddy declared, gesturing at his Dil who was toddling about.
"Tommy!" Dil cried out. His brother would pick him! He just knew it! "Tommy!"
"Oh… hi Old Dil," Tommy said with a smile. "I'm gonna get a baby brother who doesn't boop me on the head or steal my toys or scream at me, okay? Bye forevers!"
"Tommy!" Dil cried out in a panic as everyone moved to get their own Dils, cooing over how wonderful they were. Even the doggy got a Dil!
"Looks like rain," gran'pa said as Tommy as his new Dil played together. "Let's get inside!"
"Tommy! Tommy!" Dil wailed as they left him alone, the baby shivering as the rain made him all cold and wet. He flung himself into the mud and dragged himself to the window, watching as his family played with their new Dils, leaving him alone forever…
"Hiya Dil!" Tommy said, snapping his brother out of his daydream. "Feeling any- OOMPF!"
Tommy looked down at Dil as he clung to him, crying that he was 'good bruder! Good baby! Good Dil!" Tommy just shrugged and hugged him back.
~MC~MC~MC~
Author's Notes: So… anyone reading "Tommy Pickles And the Terrible Twos" is going "Wait… didn't the latest arc deal with this?
Yeah.
I suggested this plotline to them and then forgot I did and re-came up with it and did it here… only to realize "Oh… wait" when that story did it. But by that point it was too late to undo it so… enjoy two takes on the same idea!