Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34941087-20180604165017/@comment-34941087-20180705165515

Mr. Hippo: Of course I am, I can even tell you how old I am.

It was my birthday, and I was with my good friend Orville, and he brought the cake. It was about half the size of my other good friend, Nedd Bear. He was there, too. He brought his friends, Pigpatch and Happy Frog. Now, Happy Frog is a young, peppy child, as you already know, I'm sure of it, and she said- now she said to me, "Mr. Hippo, all of your presents are in the back of the car, do you want me to go get them for you?" I then asked her, "Isn't that how it's supposed to work? I'm not supposed to know what's inside until the time comes." She then told me, "It's your birthday, I thought you would want to get them." I finally got up and popped the trunk of Orville's car for the presents. N-now, Orvile wasn't driving, of course. Nedd Bear was, and I outta tell ya, he's a reckless driver. He used to race for Nascar, or... So you would think... Anyways, what was I saying now? Oh yes, the presents. We got them out, and there was a huge box that could barely fit in the trunk, and we tried to get it out. When we did, the box went flying over all of us and into the lake behind us. Well, I hope it was one of the ducks' birthdays, because they just got a huge gift. Unfortunately, that gift was from Happy Frog, no wonder she was so excited. She was so upset afterwards, she just wouldn't stop crying. I can only imagine how much money that costed her. We all actually started crying a bit, because Happy Frog, she's just too cute and innocent, ya know? So, after we mourned, Happy Frog was still upset, although, she wasn't bawling her eyes out like before. Anyways, we were about to dig in to the cake. I was turning 62 that day. It was only a few days ago, in fact. Anyways, I had some trouble blowing out the candles, but I eventually got the fire to go out. I then heard the ducks behind us, waiting to be fed, or so I presumed. They were actually carrying something out of the water, and believe it or not, it was my big package. Er, Happy Frog's package for me, to be perscise. So, I opened it, and inside was a big, tanzanite umbrella. I then asked her, "Happy Frog," I said. "How much money did you spend on this?" She responded, she did, "Almost the entire pizzeria's budget."

Shortly after, we went bankrupt, and now we are living with the classic animatronics. Where are they, anyways?