Finsterella
"How is the world I gave you?" Selene, goddess of the moon (and godly persona of Mai Valentine) asked as she walked up to the blond creator, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Busted as crap but I'm working on it," he said. "You know, when we agreed to just drain the god cards of their power and make me an immortal I thought being a god would involve… well… less babies."
"You obviously didn't read about Zeus," Selene teased before frowning as she looked down at Tommy as he stood on his head, waiting for his diaper to fall onto his bottom. "Hey, why is the resolution so poor?" She waved her hand and suddenly everything was far more crisp, clean, less first-draft looking. Even the music that was playing seemed different as Kimi, Susie, and Dil suddenly popped into existence. "There we go."
~MC~MC ~MC~
When Chuckie got done rambling about all the things Kimi didn't that he wasn't a fan of Tommy frowned. "Well… have you told Kimi you don't like her jumping on you?"
"Well… no," Chuckie admitted.
"And did you explain how you like your toys?" Tommy asked.
"Well… no, I guess not."
"Well you haves ta tell her that, Chuckie! If you don't then she'll never learn! Just like how she has to tell you things she doesn't like about you!"
"There are things she doesn't like about me?" Chuckie said worriedly.
"Uh, Tommy?" Phil said. "Could we avoid having two different Chuckie meltdowns?"
"Oh, right." Tommy nodded his head. "Come on, let's fine Kimi and teach her how you like stuff!"
And so Chuckie and his friends showed Kimi a few things he liked, such as how to keep his room clean. Kimi had agreed to try it, as she wanted to make her new brother happy, and had even surprised Chuckie by coming up with some neat ideas for organizing his stuffed animals.
"Gee, thanks Tommy!" Chuckie said. "That was a big help!"
"I learned it with Dil," Tommy said. "You haves to be firm with'em!"
"Where is your brother, Tommy?" Lil asked.
"He and Gran'pa are out visiting a friend of my gran'pa!"
~MC~MC~MC~
"Now listen here ta big brained bozo!" Lou declared, glaring at the man in the cell. "I'm gonna find Buffalo Bill and give him a 1-2 Scadoo! I just need ta know if he'll run in terror or stand his ground!"
Hannibal Lector stared at Lou. "Oh… that is the question, isn't it?" He glanced at Dil. "A census taker once as me a question. I ate his liver with fava beans and a glass of-"
"Poopie!" Dil declared, soiling himself.
Lector's face screwed up as the smell hit him. "Gaaaa! Okay, fine, I'll write down the address! Just get that baby away from me!"
"Nice work, sprout," Lou said, rubbing Dil's head.