Dil's Binkie
Dil squealed his little head off as he spat his pacifier out before reaching down and grabbing it back. It was connected to a funny piece of cloth so that he could spit it out as much as he wanted and always get it right back. Truly the greatest invention ever created in the history of ever!
~MC~MC~MC~
"…can I please stop doing these stupid mini episodes!?" the Creator whined. "They are so DUMB!"
"There must be SOMETHING you can do with them," Melinda argued. "You are very creative."
"That's not going to work."
"I bet celrock couldn't come up with a better idea…"
"That won't work either!" he snapped.
"Prove you are smarter than the writers of this show…"
"…damn you."
~MC~MC~MC~
SUCK SUCK SUCK
Dil spat the pacifier out yet again but as he went to stick it back in his mouth he paused, watching as Tommy and his friends played some game. They were running about giggling and crying out and Dil didn't really understand what the point of the game was… but it looked like fun!
He wanted to play!
"Ugh! Guh!" Dil struggled, trying to find SOME WAY out of his high chair… but he was stuck! He couldn't get out at all! Waving his hands about he gestured at Tommy as his mommy glanced over at him.
"sorry, sweetie," Didi said, "I need you to stay right there." After Dil's latest checkup Lucy had said that Dil needed to get far more used to sitting on his own and not just lying around on his bouncing chair or the big purple pillow. She was impressed with his neck muscle strength but was worried that he wasn't developing as quickly as he should when it came to motor skills. Thus why he was getting some new hand-to-eye coordination toys. "Besides, you might get hurt."
Dil? Get hurt? He couldn't get hurt! He was a baby and babies never get hurt! He would go to the living room and lie there and Tommy-
His eyes went wide when Tommy stepped on a dolly, making its eyes bug out.
That… that could have been him. Because he couldn't move around like his brother!
'Just a dinky little baby,' Yucky had said. And Tommy had echoed that too, though in nicer terms.
It made Dil look at his binkie in a whole new light.
SUCK SUCK SUCK
Tommy didn't have a binkie. Nor Chubby or Lillip or Phillip. Only him.
Just like he was the only one that couldn't move or talk or…
Dil screwed up his face in determination.
SUCK SUCK SUCK
If he ever wanted to be able to play with the others he'd have to become a Big Baby! And he'd do just that…
He gasped as he realized during his thinking he'd shoved the binkie back into his mouth.
No! He would do it it! He would-
SUCK SUCK SUCK
Dil spat out the binkie again.
He would.
SUCK SUCK SUCK