Disclaimer: Sorry if the title is cringeworthy. I wanted to make a pun regarding what this chapter will confirm about Scamp, and this was the best I could come up with. Let me know in the review section if you figured out what it is. I think you will anyway, but just for fun.

Also, I don't own any of these characters.

Walton View

Season One Episode Four: All Done Harmony Desired

Scamp and Oliver were doing their homework together in Oliver's room, and the results the two of them had were pretty easy to differentiate. Oliver was having a relatively easy time, getting his problems done at an average rate while taking his time with his answers. Scamp on the other hand, was doing anything but focus. He tried his best to get his answers done right, but he was struggling to resist the temptation to just rush through it all. From finding it uninteresting to just not getting it, he was having trouble making sure he took his time.

Oliver answered another question before noticing how hard Scamp was struggling. Seeing how stressed he was, he decided to check in on him. "Are you okay, Scamp?"

Scamp moaned before answering by expressing his problem to Oliver. "These numbers don't make any sense! How am I supposed to know what these stupid ratios mean!? And I still can't figure out what this stupid percentage math is supposed to do!"

"Hey hey, it's okay." Oliver assured Scamp, not wanting him to get overwhelmed over this. "You'll get it eventually."

"Easy for YOU to say." Scamp replied, pointing out an advantage that Oliver seemed to have over him. "You live with two of our teachers. They practically GIVE you the answers just by living with them."

Oliver laughed a bit while objecting to that idea. "I don't think that's how that works, Scamp." Scamp looked at his paper again, trying to figure out what the answer to the question he was on was supposed to be. Oliver didn't want him to stress over homework, and the whimper he gave Oliver all the context he needed. "Maybe we should've started with a different subject. You've been doing well in English class so far."

"Yeah, so far." Scamp said in a dejected tone, and he continued trying to figure the problem out as Oliver pulled out their English sheets. "I can't just quit now!"

"You're not 'quitting', just saving it for later." Oliver assured Scamp, setting his paper down next to him and allowing him to look at it. Once he saw that he had a choice between the two now, he started to ease up a little.

Scamp knew Oliver was trying to help, but he just couldn't shake it off of his mind that he had to get this problem right. "Do you really think it's okay?"

"I'm positive." Oliver assured Scamp, grabbing his copy of the English paper as he added more to it. "We have plenty of time before dinner."

"Yeah, true." Scamp complied, and the two of them went over the English paper together. This seemed to be a little easier for Scamp, even though it was still hard for him to focus on the paper. What came from his stomach growling ten seconds into focusing didn't help. "I'm calling for a snack break!"

Oliver laughed a bit before complying with Scamp's request to eat. "Okay."

Scamp was heading home for dinner after that, looking over his math paper as he arrived at the front door. The paper showed that he did manage to answer the first problem, and even the second one, thanks to Oliver. But that was nothing compared to the actual amount of questions on there. He sighed before opening up the door and calling over to his parents. "Mom, dad! I'm home!"

"Scamp, just in time! Dinner's almost-" Lady noticed that Scamp looked upset, making sure dinner was covered up before going to check on him. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Scamp showed his mother his paper, and when she looked at it, she observed it closely. Despite how patient she was with Scamp, he could tell she wanted him to do better. "That's still something, Scamp. And you got them right too."

"Yeah, but that's about as good as I can do. And Oliver had to help me on the second one." Scamp confessed, crossing his arms and looking at the ground as he started to beat himself up. "I'll never be able to get an entire page right on my own. I'm too stupid!"

"Hey, you are not stupid." Lady assured Scamp, knowing he just needed help with his work. "Did you tell Oliver about why you struggle with your work?"

Scamp started to get nervous, which told Lady that he didn't tell him yet. "Um..."

Lady sighed, putting her paw on Scamp's shoulder while encouraging him to tell his friends. "Oliver and Angel will be spending a lot of time with you, Scamp. They have to know about your disability from you."

"I know that. I just don't want them to see me differently, like everyone else did." Scamp admitted, and then he started venting about what he went through at his old school as he went over to the stairs and sat down on the bottom step. "None of the kids at my old school cared, and some of them even started picking on me over it. If I tell Oliver and Angel, they might see me as some kind of freak." Lady could tell by the tone in Scamp's voice that he didn't want to lose Oliver and Angel as friends. "I don't wanna lose the only friends I've ever had."

Lady offered Scamp a hug after sitting down next to him, which he accepted as she assured him that it would all be okay. "That won't happen, sweetie. Oliver's one of the sweetest boys I've ever met." Lady pulled Scamp away while adding Angel into the mix. "And despite my concerns about Angel, I can vouch for her too."

Scamp was still unsure, showing a resentment for his condition because of how he was treated for it. "You really think they'll still love me as much as I love them?"

"I'm sure they will, Scamp." Lady answered, asking Scamp a question she knew he could answer. "Think about it. Oliver's been nothing but kind to you since you met, and Angel seems to really enjoy your company too."

Scamp smiled softly, but he was still nervous about confessing to Oliver and Angel about his struggles. Still, he knew his mother genuinely believed in him. And after giving it a bit of thought, he decided he'd give it a try. "I... I'll try."

"And I'll be right here if you need my help." Lady assured Scamp, who smiled as he hugged his mother again.

"Yay for help!" This made Lady chuckle a bit, glad that she was able to help her son brighten up a little.

Back at Oliver's house, Oliver was sitting on a chair by the kitchen countertop when Colonel came in and opened up the fridge. He was currently looking at his finished English paper as he thought about Scamp. He wanted to help him with his homework capabilities, and tried to before dinner. But he just couldn't crack what he had to do to help him. Just then, Colonel, having failed to notice that Oliver was right behind his butt, let out...

PFFFFFFFFFFT

...a ripe five second fart that made his butt vibrate as he hit Oliver with a green cloud of rotting vegetables. Oliver coughed from the fart, catching Colonel's attention after he took his drink out of the fridge. Figuring out what just happened, he took out some air spray and made sure not to hit Oliver in the eyes. "Sorry about that, Oliver. I forgot you were sitting there."

"I'm okay." Oliver admitted, showing that he was used to this kind of stuff happening already. He then figured that Colonel could be able to help Scamp with his homework. "Why didn't I think of this sooner? Dad, you teach our English class. You'd be perfect for helping Scamp!"

Colonel, having already heard about Scamp's troubles, smiled as he rubbed Oliver's head affectionately for him having suggested it. "I should've thought of that myself! Does he need help in math too?"

"Math especially." Oliver admitted, knowing Tibbs would be great help there. "Dad could help him there a lot. Maybe he can find a way to help him learn his percentages and ratios without getting super stressed."

"Stress is the last thing we want students to feel during their schoolwork!" Colonel assured Oliver proudly, and then he started thinking about how he was also tutoring Mooch. "We'll'have to pick a time different from when we're tutoring Mooch, though."

"Yeah, they'd be more likely to rip each other's heads off." Oliver agreed, knowing they would be more likely to fight than study together. "And I don't even think they're strong enough to do that."

"I hope not." Colonel joked, and then he gestured Oliver to go let Tibbs and Mooch know about dinner. "Now go tell your father and brother about dinner. I'll start plating it for everyone."

"Yes, sir!" Oliver said with a salute, heading off with tell Tibbs and Mooch about dinner. On the way up the stairs, he was smiling over the possibility of getting Scamp help with his studies.

The next day, a Dalmatian was hanging by his leg on a tree branch, and Angel was revealed to be angrily watching him as he hung there from a rope. "And the next time you call me 'used up' will be your last!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" The Dalmatian called back, and then Angel got a call on her phone.

Angel picked up her phone while also complaining when the Dalmatian started peeing, which landed on her shoulder. "Dude; gross!" Angel groaned before walking back over to her backpack by the bench. That was when she answered the call, and Scamp was shown adjusting his hat so he looked good for her. "Make it quick, Scamp. This pisshead's pissing me off."

"Don't worry, I'm almost at school." Scamp assured Angel, and then he got to talking to her about what he had to tell her. Hid body language made it clear he was still worried about how this would go down. "So, um... there might be a little, something, that I haven't told you and Oliver yet. It's, kind of something I should've said sooner."

"Everyone has their secrets." Angel said understandingly, despite seeming a little hurt that Scamp failed to tell her something important. "When should you spill the beans?"

Scamp was about to set a time before Danielle playfully teased him after grabbing the phone. "Under the bleachers where we make out!"

"Damn it, Danielle! Shut up!" Scamp demanded as he snatched his phone back, making Danielle snicker over what she just did. He was already worried about how things would go down; he didn't need anyone messing with him, playfully or otherwise. "Sorry, that was my sister. But you probably already knew that because she sounds like a dumb girl." Angel snorted over Scamp's wording there, and Danielle responded with a 'Heeeey!' before Scamp set an actual time. "Oliver said lunchtime would work. How does that sound?"

Mooch and another Dalmatian were helping their friend down from the tree as Mooch overheard what Angel was saying. "That should be great. And Oliver and I won't go around spreading it all over the neighborhood if it's embarrassing."

Mooch started listening in after the mention of Oliver's name with Scamp admitting to something else. "It might be. I'm not really sure."

Angel wanted to be supportive of Scamp, making that much apparent as she replied. "Maybe we'll find out once you tell us? At least that makes sense to me."

Scamp got out of the car after his family stopped, leaving Angel to see him as he spoke up again. "I hope so. I'll see you in school."

"You too." Angel told Scamp, and she hung up as Oliver finished talking to Colonel and Tibbs. After Oliver hugged Colonel and Tibbs, they went inside with Oliver noticing Mooch watching them with a mischievous look in his eyes. Oliver was suspicious over this, but Angel struck a conversation with him before he could act on it. "Talk to me, Oliver. You're good at this comforting people stuff. How should I react when Scamp tells us that secret of his?"

Oliver tried to think of an answer for that, but he didn't have a lot of options in his mind. Even with Colonel and Tibbs' positive influence, he didn't have much experience in friendships. "The only thing that makes sense to me is letting him know we're there for him."

Angel looked at Scamp, who was spending a little more time to talk to Tramp. As she looked at him, Angel made her response. Actually, her response showed how determined she was to keep both Scamp, and Oliver, in her life. Whatever it may be, she spoke in a fashion that showed Oliver how similar Scamp and Angel were with their loneliness. "I'll never stop being there for him." There was a hint of heartbreak in her voice too. Angel seemed to have experience with this. And Oliver saw this in its entirety.

Tramp rubbed Scamp's head to wish him more luck with his personal mission that day. "You got this, whirlwind."

"Thanks, dad." Scamp and Tramp said they loved each other before Scamp headed over to Oliver and Angel. Even with their lack of friendship experience, it was easy to tell Scamp wasn't quite his usual self. "So. Shall we head inside?"

"That sounds like a plan." Oliver responded, and Scamp and then, he, Oliver, and Angel headed into the school building.

Scamp and Oliver were arriving at their lockers before first period, and Oliver couldn't help noticing that Scamp seemed on edge. As Scamp was making sure he didn't forget any of his homework, Oliver decided to check up on him. "What's wrong, Scamp?"

Scamp flinched, closing up his backpack and closing his locker as he asked about the question. "Nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"

Oliver could tell Scamp was lying, showcasing this as he explained why he asked his question. "You just seem a little worried out about something." Mooch was nearby, and he was overhearing the conversation as he spied on Scamp and Oliver. "Is this about what you wanted to tell us at lunch?"

Scamp sighed, and what he said made Mooch beam as he decided to mess with Scamp and Oliver over it. "Okay, fine. It is." Scamp wasn't about to tell Oliver before their agreed time, but he felt he could at least use some context. "This isn't something that did me any favors back in my old school. Actually, I think it did the opposite."

"Big shocker there!" Mooch exclaimed from behind Scamp, leaving him and Oliver to look and see Mooch walking up to them. "Something about you made a bunch of kids at your school hate you."

Scamp was quick to make it clear that he didn't want to deal with Mooch right now. "I'm not in the mood, Mooch." Scamp then put his backpack back on as he prepared to leave. "Actually, I never am."

Mooch stopped Scamp before he could join Oliver, deciding to continue his little charade. "Hey, come on, Scamp. We're all friends here."

"You threw a water balloon at Oliver through my living room window." Scamp reminded Mooch, who tried to think of something before Scamp indirectly gave him an idea. "Listen, Mooch. I don't care what you do to me, but if you have a problem with me, then leave Oliver out of it."

That was when he turned to Oliver, who tried to defend Scamp the same way he would for him. "We'd actually prefer if you didn't mess with either of us."

"I have a better idea." Mooch snapped his fingers, leading to the Dalmatians he's friends with coming out from behind the corner. Mooch gave them a command once they came up to him. "Dipstick! Whizzer! Keep Scamp busy." Oliver was about to look around for help, only for Mooch to shove Oliver against the wall with all of the students in the room with him. "Not so fast, Olivia!"

Scamp was about to rush in to help Oliver, but Dipstick and Whizzer trapped him there with Dipstick letting him know that wouldn't happen. "Sorry, buddy. Mooch's orders."

"Yeah! And your other friend tied me to a tree branch, and she scares me!" Whizzer exclaimed, and he started to get worried after he said that. There weren't any teachers around, but there were plenty of students. To distract form this, he punched Scamp in the face, making a somewhat noticeable bruise.

Mooch then got down to business, looking at Scamp to get him to speak up. "Come on, Damp. Tell us your little secret. We won't bite."

Scamp blew a raspberry at Mooch, and Oliver backed him up by defending his right to his privacy. "He doesn't have to tell you anything, Mooch!

"Oh, he'll see otherwise any second now." Mooch stuck his index paw finger into his mouth and covered it with saliva.

Oliver knew what was coming, and he begged Mooch not to go through with it. "No, please no! Not the wet willy, Mooch, please!"

Oliver had told Scamp about this before, and Scamp started to lose control of himself as Mooch put his paw closer to Oliver's ear. "Let him go, Mooch!"

Mooch didn't listen however, and instead stuck his finger into Oliver's ear. He was in pure disgust and agony as the saliva entered his ear with Mooch taunting him as he did it. "Feels good, doesn't it, Olivia!?" He then looked at Scamp, who was trying to break free from Dipstick and Whizzer's pinning against his locker as this continued. "All you gotta do is share, Damp. Then, all of this will go away in the blink of an eye." Scamp was getting more and more angry as Mooch spoke about Oliver's predicament. "Let's hope I don't pop his ear drum."

That joke was what made Scamp snap, and without warning, he stomped on Dipstick and made him hop on one foot while holding the other one. This made him crash into Whizzer, and when Oliver and Mooch noticed this, Scamp shouted at the top of his lungs while charging at Mooch and tackling him to the ground. "GET THE HELL OFF OF HIM!" Everyone in the hallway had heard Scamp's shout, but Scamp had so little control over himself that he didn't care.

Scamp got on top of Mooch, who was about to beg for Scamp to get off of him before Scamp landed a brutal punch on him. Oliver appreciated Scamp protecting him like always, but he was shocked to see him this violent in the heat of the moment. Scamp punched Mooch again, and when Mooch tried to punch him back, he grabbed his fist and threw it away. He punched Mooch again. And again. And again. By the time he landed his seventh punch, Mooch was starting to bleed. Oliver pulled Scamp off to keep him from going further. "Scamp, stop! He's had enough!"

Scamp broke out of Oliver's grasp, and without thinking, turned around and sucker punched Oliver in the face. He struck him right on the nose, and when he sat back up, Scamp snapped back into reality. He saw Oliver feeling the blood on his nose, which stunned him. Scamp felt horrible for hurting Oliver, backing up as Mooch ran off. "Get away from me, you freak!" The word freak was what broke Scamp even more. It was a word that hit too close to home.

That was when one of the teacher's, the school's drama teacher, a Saluki named Dixie, arrived and saw what was happening. "Oh good lord, more fighting!" Scamp didn't even hear Dixie. He was too wrapped in his own emotions to do so. As Dixie checked on Oliver, he continued to back away. "Are you okay, dear?" Oliver nodded his head yes, and that was when Scamp ran off after punching his locker impulsively. Dixie called out to him when she noticed. "Kid, wait!"

Oliver watched Scamp run off as Dixie started to take him to the nurse's office. At least before Dixie helped him deal with his bloody nose. "Okay, kid; hold your nose tight and lean your head forward." Somehow, he just knew that related to what Scamp wanted to tell him and Angel.

Scamp had now escaped to the second floor boy's restroom, having locked himself into one of the stalls and refusing to come out. It'd been at least twenty minutes, but he was able to calm down after crying to himself in the stall, and letting out sad whimpers during the process. He sniffled a bit as he finished up, but he was still upset about what happened. Knowing he couldn't go back out there like this, he took out his phone and started playing some soft guitar music. He then put it on the toilet paper dispenser before he started singing to himself.

The song he sang to himself was called 'I'm A Freak'.

"When I did this before... they were all looking my way. And I started to cry... it ruined my day." Scamp continued to sing to himself as Principal G.P. entered the restroom. That was when he heard Scamp start singing. "It stuck to me like glue... glue I couldn't wash off." Principal G.P. decided to let Scamp finish. He had a feeling he needed this time to himself. "I wish I was nor-mal... I want to be nor-mal." Scamp's next words told Principal G.P. that much more. "But I'm a freak."

The music continued to play as Scamp continued singing. "I'm not normal. What the hell am I doing here? Do I belong here?" Principal G.P. was starting to understand just how great Scamp's struggles were. He was glad he didn't intervene before he finished. "I hate being this way. I want to be in control. I want a nor-mal mind. And a normal soul. I want them to know me... and not run when I'm around."

Scamp shed a tear down his face as he continued to sing the part that hurt him the most. "I want to be normal. Why can't I be nor-mal? I'm just a freak. I'm not normal. What the hell am I doing here? Do I belong here?" There was still more to Scamp's song, which continued after a few seconds. "They'd pick on me or run. My emotions would pour, pour, pour, pour. My emotions would pour, pour, pour." Principal G.P. continued to listen while devising a plan to help Scamp with his problems. "They're never safe around me. Safer if they ran."

Scamp then wrapped up his song then and there with the final few lyrics. "They're all so normal. I want to be normal. But I'm a freak. I'm not normal. What the hell am I doing here? Do I belong here?"

That was when the song finished, and a few seconds after that, the guitar on Scamp's phone ended. Principal G.P. walked up to the stall slowly after making sure Scamp was done. Scamp heard his hoof steps and opened up the door, almost hitting G.P. while also holding his phone. "Is Oliver okay!?"

"He's recovering nicely enough." G.P. assured Scamp, and then he got to addressing his incident with Mooch. "You can see him after we talk in my office." Scamp gulped, knowing that this was about the Mooch incident in the hallway.

Angel was waiting outside the Principal's office for Scamp, and inside, Scamp, Tramp, Mooch, Colonel, and Tibbs were before G.P.. Scamp was covered with remorse all over, and his expression showed this in spades. He didn't even pay attention to Mooch, who glared at him with bruises on his face, and was holding a cloth where he started bleeding. Colonel and Tibbs knew that Mooch started this, but they still made sure to let him know he was safe. Tramp and Lady also made sure to help Scamp, since they knew he was stressing hard over this.

G.P. then got down to business, not wasting any time in addressing the fight Scamp and Mooch had. "I think we should get to the point. Mrs. Swayze informed me that you, Scamp, attacked Mooch, and then punched Oliver when he pulled you off of him." Scamp started whimpering again as his emotions started to rise. Tramp put a paw on his shoulder to calm him down, and G.P. recognized the flaw in his approach. "I'm sorry, perhaps that was too forward. I want to hear from both of you what happened."

"Well, Principal G.P., I was just minding my own business, walking up to Scamp and Oliver at their lockers to say hi..." Mooch lied through his teeth, and Angel could hear them from outside. "and Scamp started hounding on me like some kind of bloodthirsty psychopath!" That made Angel's blood boil as she clenched her fists. She just knew Mooch was lying through his teeth. "The asshole assaulted me without any proof!" Inside, Mooch was now pointing at a guilt-ridden Scamp. "I want him suspended, and I wanna charge him a million dollars for attempted murder!"

That was when Tramp had enough and stepped up for his son. "Not to say Scamp didn't get violent, but you know that last part's bullshit, kid." Mooch rolled his eyes as Tramp continued to defend Scamp. "I know my son, and he would never try to kill anyone."

"Mr. Wolf, with all do respect, I'd like for the children to explain the story before we intervene." G.P. requested, and Tramp stood down, seeing where he was coming from. G.P. then got to learning Scamp's side of the story. "Scamp, would you like to speak in your defense."

"Well... I did attack Mooch, but it wasn't for no reason." Scamp started, and then he started rubbing his arm when he explained the real story. "Oliver and I were at our lockers, and we were talking about how I was gonna tell him and Angel something at lunchtime." Everyone listened closely with Scamp then explaining the rest of it. "Then Mooch came by, and his friends pinned me against the wall while he gave Mooch a wet willy to make me tell him." Tibbs quickly noticed how Mooch started to look a little nervous after that. "And that's when... the rest happened."

G.P. wasn't judging Scamp too harshly, but he still wanted to know what he meant. "So you DID attack Mooch and punch Oliver, correct?"

Scamp nodded his head yes, and while Colonel and Tibbs weren't happy about their children being hurt, Tibbs made it clear they were looking at the full picture. "It sounds to me like you both have something to atone for."

"Me!? What the hell did I do!?" Mooch intervened, still trying to deny his involvement in this.

"Don't think I'm buying that Scamp did this without a reason, Mooch." Tibbs said, knowing Scamp was a good kid, despite his outburst. "Now your father and I love you and your brother more than anything, but we know you, and you've always been bothering the kids at this school for one reason or another."

Mooch crossed his arms as Colonel brought up something else about the story. "And even if you didn't, we know Scamp well enough to know he would never try to kill anyone."

Tramp and Lady were relieved that Colonel and Tibbs were calling what happened what it was. Lady also took the time to take Scamp's paw and address his honesty. "Thank you for telling the truth, Scamp."

Tramp then started to wonder what was going to happen to Scamp. "Mr G.P., what's going to happen to Scamp and Mooch now?"

After hearing both sides of the story, G.P. was confident he knew what he had to do. "I'm sure you're both aware that I can't let Scamp or Mooch off the hook for this event." He addressed Mooch first, knowing that he had a history with this kind of behavior. "Mooch, as the one who instigated the situation, I'm giving you four days of after school detention."

"Tch. Whatever. See you in court." Mooch threatened vaguely as if Colonel and Tibbs would be petty enough to sue the school over this.

G.P. ignored his threat and addressed Scamp's punishment. "Scamp, since this is your first offense, and you clearly intended sticking up for your friend, I'll only be giving you THREE days of after school detention."

Scamp did have one question in mind regarding his punishment. "Will this keep me from going to basketball practice?"

"Yes, but don't worry. I'll inform coach Pug as soon as I can." G.P. assured Scamp, who was still down about missing basketball practice, but was at least glad the others would be notified. He was more concerned about Oliver. He wasn't as tough as Mooch in terms of durability, so he knew that punch must've hurt a lot. "I think that covers all we need to discuss here. You're all dismissed. Tramp, Lady, thank you again for coming on such short notice."

"Of course, sir." Lady responded, heading out with Scamp and Tramp, along with Colonel and Tibbs.

Angel was still sitting there, and she didn't hesitate in letting Scamp know she heard everything. "I heard it all from outside. I won't let anyone else at practice hold this against you."

Scamp was grateful for that, deciding to continue that conversation on his way to his next class. "Thanks, Angel."

Oliver was waiting by his second period classroom, having gotten there early to wait for Scamp. He was glad when he heard Scamp around the corner. "And my mom and dad wanna talk about this when I get home." Oliver looked to see Scamp walking over to the classroom with Angel and Tibbs. "I don't care what they do to me as long as Oliver's okay."

Oliver was more than happy to tell Scamp that he was in fact, feeling much better. "Mrs. Swayze made sure of that."

Scamp was overjoyed to see Oliver okay, running up to him to hug him. "Oliver!" Scamp and Oliver hugged as Scamp then expressed his immense remorse for his actions. "I'm so sorry I punched you! I never wanna do that again!" Scamp pulled Oliver away as he tried to tell him what was going on in his mind there. "I was just, and then Mooch was just, and then I..."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm over it." Oliver told Scamp, knowing he wasn't thinking straight in the moment. "Still. I think now's a good time for us to talk."

Scamp agreed with that, and Tibbs allowed them to get to it, since class hadn't started yet. "I'll get everything set up, and you three can talk until class starts."

Tibbs entered the classroom with Angel getting down to business with what Scamp wanted to tell them. "No pressure, dude. If you talk better when you get to stuff your face, then we totally get it."

"Hehe. That's not it. I just knew we'd get some us time then." Scamp explained, and then he walked past Angel as he addressed Oliver's suggestion. "But Oliver's right. Better now than never." Scamp braced himself, and Oliver and Angel watched him with his back turned as he did. "This is one of the things I would usually get picked on for at my old school. And I hope it doesn't stop us from being friends."

That concerned Oliver and Angel, who looked at each other as Scamp breathed in through his nose, and out from his mouth. Scamp then turned around and looked directly at Oliver and Angel. "I have ADHD."

Oliver and Angel, to Scamp's surprise, didn't judge him at all. Scamp was genuinely pleased, and surprised when Oliver asked a question of sincere intrigue. "Is that the one where you have a lot of energy, and also aren't good at paying attention."

Scamp showed a relieved smile as he saw Oliver and Angel being so relaxed about this. It made him feel more comfortable with telling them about it. "Yeah. And that's just two things I deal with." Oliver and Angel walked up to Scamp as he told them about other things he struggled with. "The symptoms can vary in those who have it. For me, I'm also super forgetful, and I'm really bad at sitting still. I'm sometimes bad at following directions too." Scamp then showed remorse upon mentioning the last part. "I also have bad impulse control. As seen in... well..."

Oliver knew Scamp was looking at him when he said that. Angel looked at him too, and Oliver then walked up to Scamp to show him that he didn't think less of him for that. "So this DID have something to do with why you punched me. And also why you went berserk on Mooch."

"Hehe. Yeah." Scamp answered, and he then started to explain why he didn't tell them sooner. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner. I was worried that if I did, you'd see me as a freak and not wanna hang out with me anymore."

Oliver showed concern for Scamp in that moment, but Angel snickered and playfully punched him in his free arm while stating his flaw in that moment. "Dude. You're friends with me. Even if you were a freak, that wouldn't make me wanna stop hanging out with you."

Oliver backed this up, minus the freak part, expressing how much he's gotten to know about Scamp since they met. "We've known each other for two weeks now, Scamp. I couldn't have asked for a better first friend. And that won't change just because you have a..." Oliver tried to figure out what to call ADHD. As he did, Scamp smiled as he saw how serious Oliver and Angel were about this. "Disability, is it?"

"Yeah, that's what it's called." Scamp confirmed before expressing gratitude in Oliver and Angel being so understanding about this. "And, thanks, you guys." Scamp brought Oliver and Angel in for a hug, which they accepted, and wrapped their arms around Scamp as they embraced it for five seconds. Once they let go, Scamp started to express how good it felt to be accepted. "This is just... wow. It feels, great to know people outside of my family accept that I have ADHD." Oliver and Angel smiled as Scamp expressed his joy. "Like... really, really great."

Angel wrapped his arm around Scamp as Oliver spoke up. "Oh yeah, before class starts. Scamp, my dads and I think it'd really help if they could tutor you."

"That sounds awesome." Scamp said, heading in with the others as the screen faded to black, ending the episode off.