Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own the idea for this story.
Welcome to Dillydale, the sign read. The Mr. Man stared up at it from his car. He took a deep breath to calm himself.
This is it, he thought. His new life began now. He was nervous and excited at the same time about pretty much starting over. But he knew he had to. He was so ready for this, yet he felt hesitant too as he sat there, looking ahead of him. He knew he couldn't turn back now. He took a deep breath and gently stepped on the gas.
The car jerked forward and continued down the road. He drove past a farm and a few houses out in the country, but before long he arrived at what would become his new home. He put on the brakes and looked out.
It was a small house, the perfect size for him, and it had a white picket fence surrounding his yard. A sidewalk led to the steps of the house, and on either side of the steps were hula dancing statues. Here and there were palm trees growing, and off to the side of the house was a garage where he knew he wouldn't store his car. He had other plans for that room.
This is perfect, he thought as he got out of his car. Maybe moving here won't be so bad after all.
For the first time, he noticed that the moving truck beat him here. As he stared at the truck, a yellow Mr. Man appeared, a huge grin on his face. He spotted the other Mr. Man and walked over.
"Hello and welcome to Dillydale," he said as he stopped in front of him. "I'm Mr. Happy, and you must be Mr. Small?"
The smaller man shifted his feet awkwardly. He nodded and turned his head to the side. He felt self-conscious about his name because it unnecessary reminded him and everyone else of his size, which was something he was very insecure about.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Mr. Happy's grin widened. "Hello, Mr. Small," he said, giving him a welcoming gesture, and for a moment he felt better about moving here, if people were as friendly as Mr. Happy.
Then a larger Mr. Man climbed out of the truck, and Mr. Small felt intimidated by his size and muscles. He gulped and took a step back.
"This here is Mr. Strong," said Mr. Happy, gesturing to the red Mr. Man.
"Yo," Mr. Strong greeted him kindly, but Mr. Small still felt threatened by him.
"Mr. Strong is going to help bring the boxes to the door. But," Mr. Happy added, sharing an unsure glance with Mr. Strong," he won't be able to go inside and help you unpack." He turned back to Mr. Small, who nodded in understanding.
He won't fit inside, he thought, realizing he probably won't be inviting anybody over for tea because his house was simply too small for anyone but him.
Leaving Mr. Strong to carry the heavy stuff (well the stuff too heavy for Mr. Small) to the house, Mr. Small returned to his car. He went to the trunk and opened it. This was where he packed the important stuff like his photos and other breakable things. He opened a box and looked in it, finding a picture of someone very dear to him.
I miss her already, he thought, his heart aching to see her again. But he knew he had to move. His life had become too boring, too predictable, and he had hated that. He thought maybe someplace new would spice things up, bring excitement to his dull existence. And he had heard Dillydale was a great place to have adventures. That was what he needed: A new adventure every day.
He was so lost in his thoughts and memories that when the ground shook under him and a shadow blocked the sun, he jumped and spun around, heart racing with fear. Someone had snuck up on him. Someone nearly as large as Mr. Strong, but with a bigger belly and whoever this was had light green skin, and he wore a necktie and he had a single curl of hair. He looked down at Mr. Small with shining, curious eyes, seeming to be studying him. It made the small Mr. Man very uncomfortable.
He wanted to step away from him, but this Mr. Man was in front of him and his car was behind him. He was trapped. Swallowing nervously, he leaned farther into his trunk just to move away from him, but the larger Mr. Man leaned in closer to him. It was very awkward for several moments. Then the light green man spoke.
"Hello," he said. "Who are you? Are you moving into this house?" He glanced toward the small cottage before turning back to Mr. Small. "I've never seen you before. What did you have for breakfast? What are you going to have for lunch?" He kept asking questions, and Mr. Small couldn't answer one before he was asking another. The stranger took a deep breath, and Mr. Small took this opportunity to ask him if he could back up a little.
The light green Mr. Man looked surprised as if he didn't realize how close he was. Then he stepped back and murmured," Sorry." But not even a moment passed before he asked," Who are you though? I'm Mr. Nosy."
Ah, that makes sense, Mr. Small thought as he slipped past him and stood on the sidewalk, keeping his distance from him. "I'm–"
He was interrupted by someone calling out to him, and he turned to see Mr. Happy and Mr. Strong walking over.
"Mr. Strong unloaded everything," said the yellow Mr. Man, and he gestured to the front door where Mr. Strong had put all his belongings since he couldn't enter the house. Mr. Happy seemed to notice the other Mr. Man and he smiled at him. "Hello, Mr. Nosy. I see you've met Mr. Small. He's moving to Dillydale."
Mr. Nosy glanced at Mr. Happy before turning back to Mr. Small. "Why are you moving to Dillydale?" he asked. "I mean, it's great here, but where are you from, and why did you leave there?"
Mr. Small froze. He wasn't sure what to say. He just met this guy! He gets that his name is Nosy and everything, but he didn't feel comfortable spilling everything out to him within the first five minutes of conversing. Luckily, Mr. Happy saved him from having to answer.
The yellow Mr. Man let out a laugh and started walking away. "Well, we better get going. Again, welcome to Dillydale, Mr. Small! Hope you have a wonderful life here!"
"Thank you!" Mr. Small called as Mr. Happy and Mr. Strong got into the moving truck, and he watched as they drove away. Suddenly, he realized he was left alone with this nosy guy. He took a deep breath and turned to the light green Mr. Man. "It was really nice meeting you," he said in his polite-to-everyone tone. "But I have a lot of unpacking to do." He gestured toward his sofa and all the boxes beside his door. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime."
He started walking toward his house, but the ground shaking under his feet told him that Mr. Nosy was following him. "Maybe I can help you," he said as they stopped beside the house.
Mr. Small eyed the door doubtfully and then turned to him. Mr. Nosy was as tall as his whole house; he couldn't fit through the door, so what use would he be in helping Mr. Small? But he didn't want to be mean so he just said nicely," Thank you, but I got it under control." He turned toward the sofa and started pulling it toward his open door. It was hard at first, but as he got it over the steps, he was able to get on the other side and push it into his house. As he worked, he couldn't help but notice Mr. Nosy still standing outside.
He swallowed a groan and continued to bring everything inside.
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