One late-spring's afternoon at the town's 'FunPlex' indoor play centre; numerous cries of delight, screams of mock terror and many high-pitched chattering voices announced that the school day had ended and it was time to forget about homework, classes and other cares of the day and just play. An aroma of freshly-cooking french fries and burgers as well as soft drinks lingered in the air just outside the play apparatus.
A nine-year old fox cub named Friendly, wearing blue sweatpants with red and grey stripes and a red and black shirt waited outside the playground anxiously for his friend to arrive - looking among the numerous cubs for a little five-year old raccoon wearing a blue t-shirt and orange flame shorts, but he couldn't find his friend.
"Where are you, Timothy?" he whimpered, not really wanting to go into the play area without his best buddy.
As Friendly waited outside the playground for his friend, just inside it near the entrance to the big ball pit a six-year old raccoon named Mitch was having an argument with a slightly chubby two-and-a-half-year old black-and-blue fox cub, named Arthas. Mitch poked fun at Arthas and pointed at a thin white strip that was visible between his dark-blue pants and light-blue Paw Patrol shirt. A muffled crinkle could be heard from the seat of Arthas' dark-blue pants as he took a step back from the raccoon.
"Babies in crinkles should be in that toddlers' area over there, this area's for big boys like me." Mitch said to Arthas.
Really he was teasing the little cub, but his callous attitude would have made it seem that he was bullying him. "You're not a big boy."
"I am too a big boy!" pouted Arthas, another muffled crinkle emanating from the seat of his pants.
"Yeah, right. Tell you what, if you can climb up that slide like me, you really are a big boy. Deal?"
Arthas looked at the twin half-moon slides and nodded. "Okay."
Though Arthas was only two-and-a-half-years old, he looked and talked like he was considerably older - almost four. This didn't stop Mitch from continuing to tease the cub in his show-off attitude - the raccoon had discovered Arthas' secret only the previous day at the daycare they both attended.
"Come on crinklebutt, you wanna be a big boy like me - follow me up here. I'll give you something nice if you reach the top."
Mitch climbed up the left slide, using his handpaws to steady himself as he slowly ascended to the top. Mitch momentarily
lost his grip with his sweaty handpaws, but he made it to the top and called down to Arthas. "Come on, your turn now." Mitch stood at the top of the slide to stop any other cubs from going down it, while Arthas went down on all-fours and began to ascend up the slide. The little cub hadn't gotten very far though before his feetpaws began to slip. Arthas tried to keep going but his feetpaws kept slipping and he couldn't climb any higher. The button on his pants that secured them around his tail had come loose too, as Arthas kept struggling to climb they slid down and fully revealed his thick white diaper.
"Come on! I can't wait here forever." Mitch called down to Arthas. He then noticed an older, orange fox cub standing behind Arthas, and then noticed that Arthas' pants were revealing his diaper.
"Huh, what a baby. Just as I thought."
Mitch stood aloof at the top of the slide, taking out a lollipop from his pants' pocket and sucking on it while turning his attention to a German Shepherd puppy about to go down the slide next to him.
"What do you think, Nock? Only babies wear diapers, right?" asked Mitch, leaning against the netting.
Nock anxiously pulled up his beige shorts, wincing as he heard a muffled crinkle underneath and hoping Mitch didn't hear it.
Arthas felt his pants riding low and heard his diaper loudly crinkling and looked over his shoulder.
"Oh no!" he yelped, as he felt himself flooding his padding. His handpaws began to sweat in his distress.
The orange fox cub laid down at the bottom of the slide and looked up at the struggling little cub sympathetically. He slowly began to inch his way up, watching as Arthas kept trying to climb with his pants unbuttoned and his padding exposed.
"I'm Friendly. Do you want some help?" he asked, just before he noticed the cub's soaked diaper.
Nock - not wanting to give Mitch a chance to catch him out in his pull-ups, slid down the slide as Friendly was preparing to
help Arthas on the parallel one.
"Awww, you poor cub." Friendly said softly, reaching out to give Arthas a push.
However, Arthas' sweaty handpaws had lost the ability to grip the sides of the slide and he slipped down it, bumping into
Friendly and taking the orange fox cub down with him. The two cubs ended up on the plush cushion at the bottom of the slide, Friendly with his muzzle laying on top of the seat of Arthas' diaper. Arthas blushed as he crawled with his diaper crinkling loudly and looked at the dazed older cub behind him.
"S... sorry..." he whimpered, struggling to his feet and trying to pull his pants up over his padding.
Friendly chuckled and rolled over, rising to his feet too and helping Arthas with his pants, fastening the little button at the top.
"I think you've got a wet diaper, little buddy." he whispered into Arthas' ear.
Arthas blushed. "I... I know. I wanna keep playing though."
"You can play with me if you'd like." Friendly smiled warmly, wagging his tail as he looked at the little cub's expression of delight.
Arthas wagged his blue-tipped tail too, his little blue muzzle beaming as his ears picked up the older cub's invitation to play. He took hold of Friendly's paw and the two cubs went off to the ball pit together. Friendly smiled as he looked down at his newest friend - he felt a familiar feeling of nurturing in his heart - the same feeling he had whenever he was around his raccoon friend, Timothy.
Meanwhile - just outside the playground in the arcade, two cubs were competing with each other on a cycle racing game. On the left bike was a bear-lynx cub named Sascha, wearing an outfit of black and purple with the slightest hint of white peeking out from the waistband of his pants. Next to him on the right bike a lion cub named Smartie wearing a red shirt and blue jeans. The two cubs were about to race on a twin motorbike arcade game.
"I can go faster than you!" said Sascha.
"You wish! I'mma beat that high score of yours!" retorted Smartie.
"Three... Two... One... GO!" displayed the words on the screen of the arcade machine. Both cubs put the pedal to the floor and dared not look at one another as they raced in the virtual reality of their game. About half-way through the race, Smartie made a concerned squeak but kept on racing... though soon he regretted it.
"Smartie... I think you're leaking." Sascha said, having looked at the lion cub briefly as his 'cycle had a significant lead.
"Huh? Wh.... oh... Oh no!" the lion cub wailed, deserting his motorcycle and hurriedly waddling over to his parents. Sascha abandoned the arcade machine too and accompanied his race-mate, trying hard to stifle some giggles over Smartie's predicament.
In the ball pit, Friendly and Arthas were playing a little chase game. The little cub squeaked and yelped as Friendly 'caught' him and playfully tickled his tummy and feetpaws, causing him to giggle and squirm.
"Meep!" Arthas squeaked as Friendly tickled his tummy after catching him another time.
"Let's go over to the other end, you first, and I'll follow you." suggested Friendly, giving Arthas a couple of encouraging pats on the seat of his pants.
Arthas' tail wagged and he went down on all fours, making his way through the sea of multicoloured plastic balls, Friendly followed behind him on all-fours too. However as the little cub stopped to ask Friendly a question, the older cub bumped into
Arthas and knocked the little cub onto his tummy.
"Ooops, sorry little buddy!" Friendly chuckled, reaching to help Arthas to his feet.
"I saw a big slide, can we go down it together?" Arthas asked the fox.
"That big long one over there? Sure!"
The two cubs made their way from the ball pit over to a set of multicoloured plush stairs which went up to the slide. Arthas began to climb them, but his feetpaws were having trouble with the plush-vinyl material and they continually slipped and slid, hampering his efforts.
"Need some help, little buddy?" Friendly said warmly as he climbed up behind Arthas and pressed the side of his muzzle
against the seat of Arthas' pants, chuckling as he heard the muffled crinkles of Arthas' diaper beneath them. Arthas giggled as Friendly helped him up the stairs.
With Friendly's help, the two cubs reached the top of the stairs and watched as a few cubs went down the slide in front of them. Arthas suddenly turned to Friendly and held onto his paw tightly.
"I... I dun' wanna go down alone. I'm fwightened..." he squeaked, with a tear in his eye.
Friendly was a little taken aback by Arthas' sudden cry of fright but knew exactly what to do.
"I'll come down with you buddy, you can sit on my lap." Friendly said warmly, kneeling on one knee and giving the little cub a hug and nuzzle to calm him down.
"O... okay." Arthas replied, wiping his cheek with his paw and giggling as Friendly's orange and white muzzle nuzzled his own little blue and black one.
Friendly sat at the top of the slide with Arthas in his lap, he put his paws across Arthas' chest and tummy to hold him close
as they prepared to go down the slide. Arthas' paws held onto Friendly's arms, his little feetpaws resting in-between Friendly's.
"Ready little buddy? Hold onto me."
Arthas gulped as the two cubs began to slide down together, holding onto Friendly's arms tightly. Soon though he began to
giggle and squeaked excitedly as he went faster and faster down the slide.
The two cubs landed on the plush cushion at the bottom of the slide, Arthas continued giggling as he still felt the rush of
the slide, though he stopped as it began to fade away.
"There... that wasn't so scary was it, little buddy?" said Friendly, as he rose to his feet and helped Arthas up as well.
Two cubs rushed past - as Friendly looked at them, he recognised them right away.
"Hey, Smartie! Sascha!" he called,
"Ghostie!" squeaked Arthas, as he recognised his bear-lynx cub friend.
"Smartie, haven't you lost something?" commented Friendly.
"Oh... yeah." answered Smartie with a noticable blush, "I... erm... my pants got soaked, so I can't wear them now."
Friendly couldn't help but chuckle as the lion cub waddled around in his diaper, which crinkled loudly as he did so.
"Come on guys, let's go play in the ball pit for a while." suggested Friendly. "I hope Timothy comes soon, he's missing out on a lot." he thought.
As the four cubs all went off to the ball pit, Mitch was standing on the cushion at the bottom of the slide - spying on them. Suddenly, he was knocked off his feet as Nock came down the slide, not realizing that Mitch had been standing there.
"Oooff! Careful, clumsy!" snapped Mitch, as he got to his feet.
Nock frowned and got to his feet too, anxiously pulling the collar of his shorts up. "Such a great idea to stand in front of the slide, you know?"
"At least I don't wear baby pants, like those dummies in there!" retorted Mitch - referring to Arthas and Smartie in the ball pit.
Nock huffed and walked away, heading over to the ball pit himself.
Sascha, Smartie and Arthas were rough-housing playfully in the ball pit. Friendly was watching over them - but he'd also seen the incident between Nock and Mitch. As the shepherd walked away from the raccoon, Friendly saw Mitch look down anxiously at his pants and make a hurried retreat from the playground, with a very slight waddle to his pace. Friendly wondered briefly what had made him leave so suddenly, but he shook the thought from his mind and just watched over the three young cubs before him - playfully tickling whichever cub was winning so they wouldn't get an upper paw over the others.
Arthas - eventually having snuck away from Sascha and Smartie and leaving them wrestling in the multicolored sea of balls - made his way over to Friendly and prepared to pounce the older cub. His pants button had come loose again, revealing the seat of his thick, white diaper. His little blue muzzle took on the shape of a grin as he neared Friendly, whom was preoccupied with watching Sascha and Smartie. Then, when he felt the moment was right, Arthas launched himself at the older cub.
"What the?!" cried Friendly, as he suddenly felt something impact him from the right, knocking him over onto his side.
"Gotcha gotcha!" giggled Arthas, clinging onto the older cub's arm and fidgeting to get a better hold.
"You sneaky little devil!" laughed Friendly, getting both of his paws under Arthas' feetpaws and tickling them vigorously.
Arthas couldn't stop giggling helplessly as his feetpaws were tickled, he felt himself wetting his diaper again - powerless to stop it as he giggled, and giggled.
Friendly eventually relented from tickling his mischievous little friend and pulled him close in a big-brother hug, his right paw resting on the seat of his diaper and patting it.
"Heehee, your diaper's soaked little buddy." remarked Friendly as he felt how squishy Arthas' diaper was. "I think we'd better get you changed."
As Friendly took Arthas out of the play area to find his Mom, Mitch returned, though he didn't stay around for long this time. Over the hubbub of squeaks, squeals and high-pitch chattering that echoed through the building came a certain raccoon's pleading cries too.
"But Mooooom!" cried Mitch, struggling hard to hold back his tears. "I dun' wanna go home!"
"Now Mitch, that's your third one today. It's time to go home now."
Mitch continued to sob as his mom led him out of the playground and into the nearby restrooms. Friendly guessed what the raccoon was so upset about and sighed.
"Poor kid." Friendly said sympathetically. "I mean, he seems like a meanie but... it's always upsetting to be dragged out
"You don't really want to cross paths with him, he can be quite a meanie pants." said Nock, "You're Timothy's friend, right?"
"Yeah, I guess you're Nock? Timothy told me about you."
"Uh-huh." the puppy replied, shaking his head and neck so his collar and tag made a light ringing noise.
Arthas' Mom was sitting next to Friendly's mom at the tables.
"Oooh, looks like our two boys have already met each other." commented Friendly's mom. "Friendly's very good with little cubs. It kinda looks like your little guy needs his diaper changed."
Arthas' Mom noticed the little cub's exaggerated waddle too.
"Arthas... do you need a change, sweetie?"
The little blue and black cub just nodded with a slight whimper. His mom picked him up and carried him away to the restrooms.
Friendly sat behind with his Mom - whom had ordered some french fries and ketchup for him.
"So... how did you and Arthas meet then, honey?"
Friendly told his Mom the story - or most of it anyway.
"You really are a good-hearted soul, Friendly. Looking after little Arthas and playing with him."
As Friendly finished off his fries, he glanced out of the window at the bike-stands, and noticed a familiar little red bike with black plastic training wheels.
"That's Timothy's bike! He must be here now!" Friendly thought, jumping to his feet and searching for his best friend.
Timothy had indeed arrived at the play area, and as soon as he saw Friendly he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, embracing the fox cub in a big hug.
"Friendly! Sorry I took so long..." he panted, trying to catch his breath before continuing. "I had to stay after class for my parents to have a word with the teacher and... oh... I'm just so glad to be here with you now!"
"Me too little buddy, you've missed out on so much!"
Soon, the two friends went into the play area together. Arthas toddled along behind them - his Mom having removed his pants and just leaving him in his diaper and Paw Patrol shirt.
The cubs went up to the big slide - Nock joined them, having noticed the two friends re-enter the play area.
Timothy stood at the top of the slide and peered down it - checking to see if anyone was standing in the way of his descent.
Arthas - feeling curious about Timothy's orange flame shorts, grabbed the material and tugged at them - one tug revealed the seat of Timothy's red racecar Pull-Ups - another tug revealed the rest of the raccoon's training pants as his shorts fell to his feet. Timothy gasped and tried to pull his shorts back up - but Arthas was still holding them.
Nock couldn't help but laugh at Timothy's predicament.
"Cute diaper, Timothy!" he giggled.
Timothy blushed deeply and tears welled up in his eyes. He had also had the feeling he had to use the restroom - but suddenly he felt himself flooding his training pants.
"Oh no! My pull-ups!" he cried, as the blue indicator numbers faded from the front of his trainers.
Friendly suddenly noticed Timothy's distress and pulled him into a comforting hug, rubbing the seat of Timothy's squishy Pull-Ups and nuzzling him.
Nock felt bad at having laughed at Timothy and knelt down next to him and Friendly. "I... I'm sorry Timothy. I didn't mean to make you cry. It's just... well... I wasn't expecting... oh dear."
"Timothy will need a change now..." said Friendly.
"Timothy? I... uhhh... I dunno how to tell you this but - I need a change too." confessed the flourescent green shepherd, by means of whispering into the raccoon's ear. "C... can I try on one of your Cars Pull-Ups?" asked Nock... blushing awkwardly.
"Yeah.. okay" agreed Timothy.
Friendly smiled and whispered to Nock... "I'll keep your secret, don't worry."
"Huh, what?! You heard me?" gasped Nock.
"Yeah... it's okay. I can help if you need it."
"What? No way! I don't need help..."
"Okay then... Timothy does."
After helping Timothy with his pull-ups (and briefly helping Nock as well), Friendly brought the two cubs back to the play area.
"Thank you, Friendly" squeaked Timothy.
"Yeah, thanks." agreed Nock, briefly wagging his tail to show his appreciation for the fox cub's discretion.
Arthas was with his Mom - crying softly over needing another change.
"Mommy, my diaper." he sobbed
"Hey, what's wrong little buddy?" asked Friendly, holding Arthas' paw.
"It's okay, he's just got a poopy diaper. I'm about to go change him again."
"Come on Friendly, it's time to go home now. You too, Timothy"
"Can Arthas come over to play sometime?" asked Friendly.
"I am looking for a babysitter for him..." said Arthas' Mom. "You seemed quite good at looking after him. I'll phone your Mom later."
"Okay." Friendly answered a little downheartedly, he really really hoped he'd get to see Arthas again soon.
"Bye Nock, I gotta go home now." said Timothy, giving a warm smile to the shepherd pup.
"Yeah, okay." answered Nock, before whispering "Thanks for the Pull-Ups, Tim. These look awesome!"
Timothy chuckled and left Nock as the shepherd re-entered the playground. He tugged at the waistband of his shorts - which had been revealing the seat of his own Pull-Ups, until Friendly came up behind him, reaching around his raccoon friend's chubby waist.
"I got this, buddy." said the fox, as he tied the laces of Timothy's shorts to secure them better.
Timothy blushed but smiled gratefully at Friendly as the two friends walked out of Funplex together, out to their bikes to ride back home.