Disclaimer: Birthday chapter! I bet you're surprised that the first birthday chapter is about Oliver. Yeah, he's the oldest of the group. I wanted to make the birthdays of the Walton View Crew the same as their most prominent movies while keeping them all eleven at the start, and Oliver and Company ended up having the earliest release date by that logic. And because of that, we get to see Scamp rush to get Oliver the best birthday present he can for his best friend!

Also, I don't own any Disney characters.

Walton View

Season One Episode Fourteen: A Real Birthday Party!

Scamp was trying to focus on a worksheet in Colonel's English class, and as usual, he was struggling to do so. He ended up looking outside as a result, and he saw a frog hopping around outside the window. The frog intrigued him, but as he watched it, his attention was caught by an invite being placed on his desk. When he saw Colonel's paw, he started to panic. "I'm sorry; I'll try to pay attention!"

Scamp's sudden admission to losing focus caused some of the students to laugh. Colonel smiled when assuring him that wasn't why he came over. "It's not that. Oliver wanted me to give you something."

Scamp looked at Oliver after Colonel went back to his desk. Oliver smiled with Scamp looking at the paper to find that it was an invite to a birthday party. Scamp couldn't believe what he saw, even after becoming so close with Oliver. He was actually invited to a real birthday party! He had to get confirmation after Colonel started checking his laptop. He whispered to Oliver after leaning over. "Thanks Ollie."

"You're welcome." Oliver whispered back, and Scamp could hardly contain his excitement. He got a good look at the invite and saw that it was set for November 18th, which was tomorrow. And it was in the afternoon, which made sense considering it was a Saturday. It was also at Oliver's house, making getting to the party a piece of cake. No pun intended. At least not yet. Scamp put the invite into his backpack and then got back to his assignment. Not that it was easier for him, but the excitement from the party invite made him forget his struggles.

Back at home, Scamp was cheering gleefully over having been invited to Oliver's birthday party. "It's a real birthday party!" He was jumping up and down on the couch, which annoyed Annette and Collette as they sat on it. "Oliver, wants ME, to attend HIS birthday party!"

Collette grabbed Scamp's foot and threw him to the ground, making him yelp as he collided with the floor. Lady saw this and called Collette out for it. "Collette! Just ask him to stop jumping next time."

Scamp then stood up, seemingly brushing off his sister's actions. "I'm good!" Scamp then threw the chair pillow at Collette before sitting down on the couch. "This is gonna be so much fun! There's gonna be cake, and presents, and games, and Oliver WANTS me to be there!"

"That last part doesn't surprise me." Lady admitted as she set down some cookies for Scamp and his sisters. "You and Oliver have grown really close."

Tramp came into the living room and shared a kiss with Lady before they sat down in the free chair on the opposite side of the window chair. "Just try to get some shut eye before the big day. You don't want to stay up late and risk missing it."

Scamp nodded his head yes quickly before Collette chimed in with another statement. "Ya know, Scamp, you're gonna have to get Oliver something cool for his birthday."

"Oilver's the best! He'll be happy with whatever I come up with." Scamp said confidently, and then he started thinking about how big this birthday might be for Oliver. "But then again, it is his birthday."

Collette saw this as the perfect opportunity to mess with Scamp. "Exactly. So if you get him something he considers total ass..."

Scamp gained a look of horror as he finished Collette's sentence in his own way. "Oliver will be sad on his birthday and I'll be the worst friend in the world!" Scamp ran over to his parents, giving puppy dog eyes and pleading with them to help him get the right gift for Oliver. "Please, please, PLEEEEEEEEASE make this week's allowance high enough to buy Oliver a chocolate fountain to swim in!"

After a nervous whimper from his son, Tramp rubbed Scamp's head as he reminded him of who Oliver was. "I don't think Oliver would want something THAT expensive, whirlwind. And it would be awfully sticky." Scamp took a moment to think about that point before Tramp made an offer. "Tell ya what. I'll take you shopping before the party, and we can find something you know Oliver will love."

Scamp loved the sound of that and hugged his parents while thanking Tramp. "Thank you, dad!" He then tapped his paws excitedly after jumping down before rushing off to his room. "This is gonna be the bestest birthday party ever!"

Annette finished a rubix cube Danielle gave her in one second before correcting Scamp. "Bestest isn't a word, Scamp."

"Shut up, Annette." Scamp requested, not wanting facts to ruin the mood he was in.

Meanwhile, at Oliver's house, Oliver and Mooch were arguing about the fact that one particular guest Mooch wanted there to be wasn't on the list. "What do you MEAN Two-Tone can't come to your gay-ass party!?"

"If you think it's gay, then why do you want her to come?" Oliver asked, to which Mooch couldn't give a response to. Oliver knew Mooch just wanted to spend time with her though, but he still didn't want her at the party. "I don't trust Two-Tone, Mooch. Lucky clearly has a bad history with her, and even though he didn't tell US about it, I'm not putting them in the same room together."

"Then kick Lucky out and give his invite to Two-Tone!" Mooch demanded, and that was when Colonel and Tibbs were shown heading downstairs.

Oliver was having none of it with Mooch's demand to pass Lucky's invite over to Two-Tone. "I am NOT gonna kick one of my best friends out of MY birthday party just so your girlfriend will be comfortable playing seven minutes in heaven on my birthday cake!"

Colonel and Tibbs stepped in with the latter firmly reminding Mooch of who's birthday party it was. "Mooch, this guest list is up to Oliver. If he doesn't want to invite Two-Tone, then he doesn't have to."

"That's bullshit, Tibbs!" Mooch snapped, accusing them of favoring Oliver over him as he did. "Why does this puke bucket get everything he wants!?"

"Because Oliver is well behaved and doesn't make himself known for mistreating everyone at school." Colonel reminded Mooch, pointing upstairs to signal Mooch to go to his room. "We'll let you know when dinner's ready."

Mooch flipped over a table before heading upstairs. "Damn it!" And he stomped his way upstairs while plotting ways to get back at Oliver.

However, as Mooch went upstairs, he overheard something from Oliver that stopped him in his tracks. "Oh, and don't forget that we can't have anything strawberry related at the party." Mooch listened in, wondering what was Oliver was talking about. "Scamp is allergic to them."

That gave Mooch an idea, and he gave a devious grin as Colonel assured Oliver that wouldn't happen. "Understood, Oliver. No strawberries in sight during the party." He went upstairs while plotting his scheme to get back at Oliver. Because he's a bitch.

The next day, Scamp and the others were walking around some stores in the mall so Scamp could pick out a present for Oliver, which he couldn't stop talking about. "But he would also want something comfortable to write with, so maybe efficiency is the best course of action. But it should still be pricey enough to show that I care."

Collette groaned after looking at her phone, showing that she had plans that were being delayed. "At this rate, I'm for sure gonna miss the Singing Strays show tonight!" Scamp was still struggling to decide as Collette picked a blue one out for him that looked comfortable enough. "Here. Now pay for something, damn it! I'm already running late!"

Scamp looked at the pen and saw that it was the right color for Oliver. "Blue is Oliver's favorite color. Can I have more time to pick out a more comfortable one?"

"No. Shut up." Collette demanded, muttering something under her breath as Tramp and Lady finished picking something out themselves as they caught up to them at the counter. "It's your fault we moved here, now I have to suffer with your indecisive ass."

"Collette, stop bad mouthing your brother." Tramp warned Collette, who flinched at the fact that Tramp heard that with Tramp putting up a red notebook for Oliver. "I wasn't sure what exactly Oliver wanted, so I got him this."

Scamp smiled when he saw a funny coincidence about the notebook and pen. He put the pen into the notebook after they were scanned and commented on it. "That's MY favorite color!"

"Well, here's hoping Oliver likes red too." Tramp said, leaving Collette to look at her phone again. If only the weekly performances of the Singing Strays happened outside of school days.

Mooch was at the grocery store with Dipstick and Whizzer, who were helping him to pull off his plan. He met them in the baking isle, and they made their way down as he reminded them of the plan. "Alright, you two. You remember what we came here for?" Dipstick and Whizzer nodded their heads yes with Mooch being glad to know that. "Good. Don't forget to have your money ready in case I can't afford it."

Once the three reached the rack of filling and icing, Mooch grabbed a tube of strawberry filling. He picked out one of raspberry filling too just in case. Whizzer suddenly felt his bladder acting up and addressed it to Mooch. "Um... Mooch? I have to use the bathroom."

"Then go! Dipstick and I will meet you outside." Mooch said, and Dipstick took off as fast as he could while holding his bladder. Mooch looked to Dipstick with another part of the plan that needed executing. "My dads and Oliver are gonna keep me and Oliver in separate rooms to keep us from fighting. And since I offered to take care of the cupcake filling, I'll be alone in the kitchen."

"That makes sense." Dipstick responded, and then he questioned one part of Mooch's plan. "Won't they notice it's not raspberry, though? It says so on the tube."

Mooch and Dipstick went up to the register as Mooch reminded him of that bit. "That's why I said we'll be in separate rooms, you dumbass. I just gotta be quick about it and cover up my tracks well enough to avoid getting caught." Mooch put his thing up as he added another detail. "Plus, I doubt Oliver's had strawberries enough himself to know what they taste like in one bite."

Mooch saw the price for his icing, and it was something he could afford. Dipstick did have another question about his present for Oliver. "I thought you said your dads wanted you to get a present for Oliver while you were out."

"Oh, I'll have something for his birthday." Mooch assured Dipstick, laughing as he paid for his icing and headed off with Dipstick. "Thanks, Miss." Mooch and Dipstick left the store and started waiting outside for Whizzer with Mooch relishing in his plan. "That little bitch is gonna regret not inviting Two-Tone. And as a little bonus, let's also use this to get back at him for when he got me busted for that scheduled fight." Mooch and Dipstick laughed in response to the plan; however, Dipstick sounded more dimwitted than devious with his laugh.

Scamp and the others were headed back home with Danielle asking Scamp a question on the way back. "That party sounds like it could be fun, Scamp. Do you think Oliver would let you bring a guest?"

Scamp thought about that for a moment, unsure if Oliver would approve of that or not. "Good question. He didn't say I could, but he also didn't say that I couldn't."

"The invite said that all party guests could bring a guest if they wanted." Lady reminded Scamp, who smiled in appreciation for the reminder. "Danielle, if Scamp wants to take you, he can."

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you and Oliver get to know each other." Scamp added, and Danielle was happy to see that Scamp was willing to take her.

The Wolf family then got their food from the McDonald's drive thru they went to so Collette could attend her show. However, when she looked at her phone again, she got pissed. "Ugh! Damn it! The Singing Strays segment is almost over!"

Tramp and Lady expressed sympathy for Collette as the former offered him something to cheer her up. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. You want me to make it up to you somehow?"

"Yeah, ground Scamp so he can't attend the party." Collette demanded bitterly, despite it being clear that Tramp wouldn't do that.

Scamp, despite Collette's unreasonable request, tried to offer sympathy towards her missing her show. "I'm sorry, Collette. I shouldn't been faster at picking Oliver's gift."

"Yes, you should have. Finally; something smart came out of your annoying mouth today." Collette shot at Scamp coldly.

Lady then warned Collette about her behavior. "You keep that up, young lady, and we'll leave it at you missing your show." Collette looked out the window and pouted with her arms crossed, leaving Scamp to feel remorse for having made Collette miss her show. While she was always rude to Scamp and constantly blamed him for their move, he still didn't wish for bad things to happen to her. That included the things he might've had some responsibility in.

The next day, Oliver was waking up in his room, stretching his arms before looking out the window. Today was the day. He was officially twelve years old! Just one more year and he would be a teenager. He jumped out of bed excitedly and ran for the door. "Gotta start setting up my party!" However, as Oliver opened the door, he was greeted by Mooch's butt, which was pointed out as Mooch grunted and ripped...

BRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUP

...a loud and bassy five second fart in Oliver's face, making Mooch's butt vibrate as he hit Oliver with a green cloud of moldy cheese. Oliver coughed from the fart and walked past Mooch with Colonel seeing this as he went upstairs and heard Mooch laughing. "Mooch, that's enough! Just be glad you didn't fart on Oliver during his party."

"Then think of this as me giving him his birthday present early!" Mooch suggested, and Colonel sighed before heading into the bathroom to get something to wash the fart scent off of Oliver. Mooch then spoke up as he pretended to get serious about helping Oliver. "I got the filling for your cupcakes last night. I hope it's the kind you wanted."

Oliver failed to notice Mooch's grin due to having walked past him to the bathroom while wafting the fart away. "Thanks, Mooch. And I don't care what kind it is as long as it's not strawberry."

"Good thing I didn't buy THAT one then." Mooch lied, walking downstairs with an innocent smile. Oliver didn't think Mooch would be cruel enough to exploit one of his friends' allergies, so he didn't think much of it. Plus, he had to get his fart scent out of his fur before the party.

Scamp and his family were eating breakfast, except for Collette, and Scamp looked to his dad for some clarification about last night. "Dad?" Tramp looked at Scamp, who showed remorse for having made Collette miss her concert. "Did I do something bad last night?"

Tramp rubbed his son's head while assuring him that wasn't the case. "No, you're okay, Scamp. Just try not to overthink things next time." Scamp still worried his overthinking upset Collette however. Tramp knew where this came from, so he chimed in with some advice for him. "I know you've got your gripes with wanting everyone to be happy, and not wanting to let anyone down. It totally makes sense." Scamp looked at Tramp, who finished his advice for him. "But if someone loves you, they won't let a mistake like that ruin their mood. At least not for long."

Scamp started to think about how deep that went. It led to him smiling and coming to a conclusion of his own. "So Collette DOES love me!"

"I should hope so. I think you're still too young to need therapy." Tramp joked, and then he started talking about Oliver after laughing a bit. "And about Oliver. You two love each other, right?"

Scamp nodded his head yes before correcting any possible thoughts. "Not like that, though. We're best friends. And he's the bestest friend ever."

"That's still not a word, but if I may interject, dad's right." Annette chimed in, giving Scamp some words of encouragement about Oliver. "I've observed Oliver's behavior, and he's a saccharine and intelligent boy." Saccharine means sweet for anyone who doesn't know "Even though you exceed him in the former. I'm sure he'll appreciate something as simple as a writing pen."

Scamp continued smiling as he thought about what Annette just said. She was right about Oliver. He was a very sweet boy, one Scamp was very close to. There shouldn't be a reason things wouldn't work out. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Annette. As long as I give it to him while it works."

Lady was putting some flowers she grew in a vase she bought yesterday by the window. As she did, she saw something fall from the girls' bedroom window, and she headed outside to see what it was. Knowing that Collette was the only one not at the table, she called up to her. "Collette, sweetie, please don't throw things in the backyard like that!" However, when Lady went into the backyard, she saw something that shocked her. It was the very pen Scamp bought for Oliver! And it was broken in half, lying in the grass and obviously beyond repair.

Lady walked over to the pen and picked it up, feeling horrible for how Scamp would feel about this news. "Oh no. Scamp's going to be devastated."

Scamp then opened up the door at that moment to ask a question. "Mom! Can I have some more bac-" Scamp saw the broke pen in Lady's paws, which caused him to gasp upon finishing the word 'bacon'. He ran over to her, stumbling a bit due to how he stepped on the last step down. Lady caught him so he wouldn't fall, but he was so shocked by the pen being broken that he couldn't address it. He almost couldn't believe it as the sadness in his eyes increased. "Is... is that the pen I bought Oliver!?"

"I'm afraid so, sweetie." Lady said apologetically, feeling the pain in Scamp's eyes as he looked at the pen. "I'm so sorry." Lady brought Scamp in for a hug, and he started crying at the sight of this.

Tramp, having heard what happened, started walking off to confront Collette. "Annette, Danielle, stay at the table."

Annette and Danielle did as instructed with Danielle speaking up after Tramp left. "Bet me five bucks I won't poop in Collette's bed!"

"Only if I don't have to discard of the excrement." Annette requested, and after Danielle offered her paw, the two of them shook their paws to seal the deal.

Back at Oliver's house, Tod and Copper had already arrived, since Tod wanted to help Copper with decorating his party. He got him this big banner for above the living room TV that said 'The best aspiring writer in the school!' on it. Oliver was amazed by what Tod bought, and he finished hanging it up with Tibbs' help, much to his glee. "Perfection. Thanks for the help, Mr. O'Malley."

"My pleasure, Tod." Tibbs slid down the ladder he was on as he addressed something Oliver told him about. "And you're sure this is the same kid who throws divo fits over getting the wrong order?"

"That's what he told me." Oliver admitted, and as Tibbs walked off, Oliver struck a conversation with Tod when he walked over to him. "Thanks for the banner, Tod. The term 'best aspiring writer' might be a bit of a stretch for now, but it was still really thoughtful."

Tod got a good look at the banner with Oliver, being more than inclined to agree. "If there's one thing I know about you, Oliver, it's that you love crafting a story for the big screen. Or, whatever stage you feel most comfortable working on." Oliver smiled as Tod brought up something else about the party. "Now then. Since I already revealed your birthday present, would it be too much to ask when we get our goodie bags? My sweet tooth has been craving a sugar high right from the word 'cake'!"

Oliver laughed a bit, assuring Tod that they would have plenty of time for food. "Well, we don't have goodie bags, but we WILL have a food table. And I didn't bother limiting how much we can eat."

"Yes! Or, as our delightful friend Scamp would say, yay for zero limits on food." Tod replied, making Oliver laugh again at Tod's impression of Scamp's habit of saying 'Yay for' something all the time. The two of them headed to the kitchen after that, and Copper was eyeing the baked potatoes, which were stuffed with meat. "You're doing great, Copper. Keep this up, and impulse control will be scratched off the list."

"It's easier than it sounded, Tod." Copper admitted, continuing to look at the baked potatoes as he tried to avoid drooling. "I just have to remember that they're cooling off so I don't burn my tongue."

Oliver looked at Tod, who explained why Copper was doing what he was doing. "I saw an opportunity to use Copper's love for meat as a way of training him in impulse control. And it looks like it's working."

Tod then opened up the fridge and saw the cupcakes with filling in them. His mouth started to water upon seeing them with Oliver giving him a sly grin. "Not until the party scene, mister."

Tod grabbed himself a strawberry soda to hold him over until then. "I never perform a scene when I'm not supposed to." Tod cracked open the soda as Oliver gave him some advice for the party. "By the way, I know Mooch is still bitchy about the Two-Tone thing. Keep an eye on him when you can."

"Already planning on it." Oliver assured Tod, knowing that Mooch would do something to try and ruin the party. He just wish he knew what. It would also help if he knew how far Mooch was willing to go to spite him. But he was just to naive and against assuming the worst to consider what his actual plan was.

Scamp, still heartbroken over the broken pen, was walking up to Oliver's house with it, as Tramp forced Collette to come to apologize for having broken it. Scamp was trying not to start crying again, and Tramp made sure to comfort him before letting Scamp knock on the door. After Oliver answered it, he saw the sadness in Scamp's eyes and could actively feel it. He instantly showed concern for the pup. "Scamp, what's wrong?"

Scamp showed Oliver the pen, which he held as Scamp explained what happened. "I bought this, for your birthday yesterday... and, I took so long, that Collette missed a show she wanted to see... so then, when during breakfast... She..."

Scamp couldn't bring himself to finish. The thought of Oliver being sad on his birthday hurt him too much. Tramp finished for him so he wouldn't have to. "Collette broke the pen and threw it out of the window as payback for missing her show." Oliver set the pen down and started comforting Scamp with Tramp reminding Collette of what she had to do. "And Collette would like to say something before she spends the next week in her room."

Collette sighed, looking at Oliver, who looked at her as she 'apologized' for her actions. But it was pretty clear she only did it out of obligation. "I'm sorry I broke the stupid pen Scamp got you. I was pissed that he made me miss my show just to buy you some stupid present. I shouldn't have broken your stupid pen, and Scamp will probably buy you a stupid new one."

Oliver rolled his eyes before going back to comforting Scamp. Tramp patted his shoulder before heading home with Collette. "I'll be back to pick you up when the party's over, Scamp."

"Thanks, dad." Scamp said, and Tramp then headed home with Collette, who was surely grounded until Thanksgiving next week. Scamp then walked inside with Oliver, who was able to calm him down quite well. "You're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be? It was Collette's fault." Oliver reminded Scamp, knowing he didn't have anything to do with the pen being broken. "Come on. Let's just relax so then we can enjoy the party. I think we could both use a fun time." Scamp walked into the living room with Oliver, hoping that fun time would be coming as expected.

Later that day, Scamp, Oliver, and Angel were hanging out by the snack table as Angel brought up what Collette did. "I still can't believe that spoiled little bitch broke your present for Oliver. The Singin' Strays perform once a week. A birthday only happens once a year."

Scamp ended up eating one of the cupcakes to calm himself down, and Mooch had to hold in his laughter as Scamp spoke up about it. "I should've done a better job at hiding it. Of course she'd find it in my backpack."

"Hey hey, it's okay. I don't need presents to know I was born today." Oliver assured Scamp, glad that he was able to come to his party at all. "You coming is enough of a gift for me."

Scamp was able to start calming down more thanks to Oliver, taking another cupcake as Oliver and Angel grabbed the first of their kind. "Care to make a toast to confirm that?" Scamp, Oliver, and Angel made their cupcake toast before biting into the cupcakes. Having scarfed down his first one before, Scamp didn't take the time to taste it, so he didn't notice the filling. However, this time, he did. And when Oliver and Angel did, Oliver started to panic, and Angel was confused. "Huh. Raspberries taste a lot like strawberries."

Angel, having not had raspberries much before now, was confused as to why this was. "That doesn't make sense. Strawberries and raspberries have their own juice."

Oliver then remembered the conversation he had with Colonel and Tibbs yesterday when Mooch went upstairs. Oliver obviously told Mooch about Scamp's strawberry allergy, but he must have heard that conversation and gotten an idea as he was going upstairs. It was no wonder he offered to fill the cupcakes. He instantly alerted Scamp. "Scamp, that's not raspberry filling." Scamp and Angel looked at Oliver, who told them exactly what they needed to know. "That's strawberry filling!"

"What!?" Scamp cried out in fear, knowing his allergies would kick in at any moment. "I already swallowed one!" Scamp reached for his Epi-Pen, only to find out that he didn't have it when he looked in his bag. He searched every bag as Oliver called Tramp just in case he left it at home. "Shit! I left it at my house!"

The other guests had already come around after hearing what happened, and Angel made sure to keep Scamp focused on her. "Okay. Don't panic, Scamp. Just stay focused on me. I'll be right here if you faint or something. Just don't, panic."

"Easier said than done!" Scamp admitted, even though Angel was helping with that just by him looking into her eyes. "I'm scared, Angel. I don't wanna die."

"You won't die. This obviously happened before. We just need your Epi-Pen." Angel assured Scamp, and when Lucky attempted to step in, Patch put a paw on his shoulder right as Angel spoke up. "Sorry, Lucky. Scamp needs as much room as he can to breathe. At least I THINK that's how this works."

Just then, Scamp's hives started kicking in, and Oliver ran back over to Scamp as soon as he started scratching his arm. "I got a hold of your dad, Scamp! He'll get here as soon as he finds your pen!"

"Thank God!" Scamp exclaimed, fearing for what would happen to him as Mooch watched from the crowd. He was struggling to hold in his laughter and smile, but Oliver could tell just by glancing at him what he'd done. He nodded his head no slowly when he did, making Mooch gulp as he saw that he was about to get busted when Scamp was better.

Scamp was struggling to breathe by the time Tramp got over, and Tramp rushed over to his son, who was sitting on the couch as Oliver and Angel stood by him. Tramp instantly put the Epi-Pen into his arm with Colonel and Tibbs coming over. They stayed back to help Scamp get room to breathe, and thanks to the Epi-Pen, he was slowly, but surely, starting to do so. Oliver and Angel were relieved when they saw this, as were Scamp's other friends, and the rest of the part patrons. Tramp held Scamp's paw to keep him calm. "You'll be okay, Scamp. You'll be okay."

Scamp smiled, despite not quite being able to breathe as well as before. Oliver then addressed Mooch, walking up to him to confront him about his behavior. "I know what you did, Mooch. Don't even try to deny it."

Mooch had the entire party eying him as soon as Oliver said that, and he started to get nervous again. Colonel, having looked in the kitchen to find out what happened, showed Mooch the strawberry filling he bought yesterday. "Tell us the truth, Mooch. It's for the best."

Mooch sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get out of this one. "Okay, fine. I was pissed about Oliver not inviting Two-Tone to his dumb birthday party, so I put strawberry filling in the cupcakes to make Scamp bug out." Most of the party was shocked by this, and Mooch then tried to excuse his behavior. "Well I didn't think he'd forget his Epi-Pen! I just wanted to scare Oliver enough to make him cry!"

"That still doesn't make it right, young man!" Tibbs interjected, and Scamp's breath continued to recover as he rubbed his head after his shortness of breath expired. "You are SO grounded, mister! No video games, no TV, and no friends, or hanging out with Two-Tone, for two whole weeks! And if you're lucky, you won't get coal for Christmas again." Mocoh groaned, heading off to his room before Tibbs spoke up again. "And we'll have some chores ready for you starting tonight! Be ready for them!"

Mooch mimicked Tibbs' last words an a few seconds after that Scamp fully recovered, leading to Tramp hugging him out of relief and joy. "I'm so glad you're okay, Scamp!"

"I am too, dad." Scamp responded, wrapping his arms around his father as Oliver and Angel came in to hug him as well. Once they came in, the three showed relief over things being okay for everyone. Scamp just wished his allergy didn't lead to such a big scare.

Later that night, Scamp was working on his homework assignment while face-timing Oliver. He was recording Mooch washing the dishes under Tibbs' supervision. Mooch started to complain as he expressed annoyance over having to do this. "How long do I have to do YOUR work for?"

"Until your grounding is over. And trust me, this isn't even scratching the surface of what I do around here." Mooch rolled his eyes, but he ended up dropping the sponge as he put his latest plate away. "I'll get it." Tibbs bent over to pick the sponge up, unintentionally pointing his big butt right at Mooch. As soon as he did, Tibbs ended up hitting Mooch with...

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...

...a loud and bassy fart, making Mooch gag as Tibbs' butt vibrated and hit him with a green cloud of rotten fish. Scamp couldn't help laughing as Tibbs ended up blushing while chuckling nervously with a paw on his chin as he looked back at Mooch... "Sorry, that one slipped out."

FFFFFFFFFFT

...the fart ended at fifteen seconds as Mooch and Tibbs wafted it away, leaving Oliver to head upstairs as Scamp continued to laugh. "That bastard deserves it for ruining your party" Scamp and Oliver laughed together as well, and Scamp then addressed something else as Oliver went back into his room. "Hey, um... I'm sorry my allergic reaction scared you. You deserve way better than for that happen at your own birthday party."

"It's not your fault." Oliver assured Scamp, knowing the situation was out of his control. He was just glad that he was okay. "I should've kept a closer eye on Mooch. If I looked further into it, I would've seen his attempt to try and poison you."

"I don't think any of us expected him to do that." Scamp admitted, knowing that he certainly didn't expect it anyway. "And don't worry. When my birthday comes around in February, I'll be sure to make 'No horrific things happening to me or anyone else who attends the party because that would be bad!' on the list of rules. And to come up with a shorter name for it."

Oliver chuckled a bit before taking his notebook back out to work on his assignments with Scamp. "Thanks, Scamp. Hopefully, this will be a one time thing." Oliver did have one more thing to say before he and Scamp got back to their homework however. "I'll say this much. This was definitely an eventful birthday."

Scamp then started one of his no filter talks about the cupcake incident. "I'll say. It's not every birthday where a cupcake almost kills you while making your heart beat out of your chest."

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Oliver said, and then he and Scamp went back to working on their homework assignment. Things didn't go as planned, but Scamp and Oliver were now glad that they both turned out okay, and that their friendship wasn't tainted. They continued to work on their homework assignment together as the screen faded to black, ending the episode off.