Wordgirl characters that deserve ask blogs but to my knowledge don’t have any:
- Bob/Huggy
- The Narrator
- Violet
- Any of the other Botsford family members
Feel free to add to the list
tim botsford
Bob’s like “thanks Tim, guess I won’t be playing with you guys since I can’t talk”
Bonus:
“if I can’t play I may as well go get a light snack”
Can I just say, Tim and Sally Botsford are like perfect characters.
Firstly, they have that classic clueless parent trope, but they’re not completely useless or stupid as a result of that trope like I feel most tv parents are who fall into this category. They’re just clueless enough to keep things funny and innocent, but they can both still offer very wise advise. And I love that they’re gender roles are reversed, where Sally is the successful breadwinner who’s passionately working for the city and is incredible at her job, while Tim is a loving stay at home parent who happily dedicates his time to his family and children. While Sally has a very important job in the city that likely keeps her very busy, she still makes time for her family. Similarly, Tim, while absolutely dedicated to his kids, still makes time for his many other passions. And they’re both almost always in a goofy, positive mood.
And omg can we talk about them as parents? They are basically exactly the kind of parent I’d want to be. I can’t think of a time they’ve ever full blown yelled at their kids, but they still scold and lecture them when they need to. They have balanced expectations in the sense that they understand when it’s a “kids will be kids” scenario and when it’s a “that behavior is not okay” scenario. They seem to let Becky leave the house and go wherever within reason, but are still protective of their children. They generally know when to trust that their kids know what they’re doing, and when to step in. They often have fun family activities too but don’t skip out on chores, often doing them together, and they hold they’re children accountable for the chores they were assigned. And above all they love their children dearly and do whatever they need to do to not only help them when they need it, but help them grow as people as well.
And then their relationship as a couple. The two are the best example of relationship goals I’ve ever seen. They love each other, and support each other. If you pay attention they share all kinds of cute background moments where they are clearly flirting with each other. This couple, who’s been married for 11+ years, have two kids and life in general keeping them busy, are still flirting with each other. Most couples at this point have a more subtle love for each other but these two are still flirting like young twenty year olds. They make each other so happy and their relationship is just so pure. Do you know what I’d give to know the love story between these two? Where did they meet? Did they like each other immediately or did they develop a crush on each other over time? Who asked who out? Where was their first date? Their first kiss? What was their first fight? How did their marriage proposal go? What was it like for these two to plan their wedding? What was their wedding like?
We don’t appreciate Tim and Sally Botsford enough
I could probably write a book on little details that I love in all the shows I watch, but for now, I want to talk about WordGirl, and how Tim Botsford shares his family history.
It’s no secret that Tim Botsford is a family man. And I’m not just referring to how much he cares for his family, but also how passionate he is with his family history. He loves telling old family tales, keeping up family traditions and sharing family recipes. One little detail I find interesting is that he seems to share these things with Becky more than he does with TJ.
And some may find that odd. After all, TJ is his biological child, while Becky is not. So, wouldn’t it be more important/make more sense to share the family history with TJ instead of Becky? Since it actually is TJ’s family history, not Becky’s? That’s one perspective to have, but that’s not the perspective I have, and clearly not the perspective Tim has.
Part of the importance of knowing your family history is that it shows where you came from—why you are the way you are. Some of this is genetics, and obviously, this wouldn’t apply to Becky, but some of it is also upbringing, which does apply to Becky. It reminds me of a quote from iCarly (oddly enough). In a Christmas special for the show, Carly wishes her brother, Spencer, who raised her, had been “born normal” referring to his quirky behavior. After making this wish, everything in her life is different, and when she asks her wish-granting angel why this was, he responded: “You were who you were because Spencer was who he was.” This applies to Becky because a lot of who she is and is growing up to be is because of how her parents raised her. And how her parents raised her depends on their past and how they were raised and that all depends on where they came from.
Becky’s adoptive family history is just as important to who she is as her biological Lexicon heritage. And since her parents don’t know about where she genetically came from, they can still involve her in their family history. If they knew anything about where she came from, I guarantee you they’d try to bring those traditions into her life as much as they bring in their own traditions. But since they don’t know, it’s Bob’s job to show her that stuff. Anyway…
But isn’t it still odd that he seems to share this more with Becky than TJ? It’s still his family history too right? Well, part of this, I’m sure, has to do with personality. I’d imagine TJ gets easily bored with that kind of thing while Becky always seems to be at least a little interested. But I also think this is Tim’s little way of reminding Becky how much he loves her. She may not be related by blood, but dang it, she’s part of the family and he’s going to involve her in the family and their history no matter what.
Just a fun little thing that I love and find sweet.
I could probably write a book on little details that I love in all the shows I watch, but for now, I want to talk about WordGirl, and how Tim Botsford shares his family history.
It’s no secret that Tim Botsford is a family man. And I’m not just referring to how much he cares for his family, but also how passionate he is with his family history. He loves telling old family tales, keeping up family traditions and sharing family recipes. One little detail I find interesting is that he seems to share these things with Becky more than he does with TJ.
And some may find that odd. After all, TJ is his biological child, while Becky is not. So, wouldn’t it be more important/make more sense to share the family history with TJ instead of Becky? Since it actually is TJ’s family history, not Becky’s? That’s one perspective to have, but that’s not the perspective I have, and clearly not the perspective Tim has.
Part of the importance of knowing your family history is that it shows where you came from—why you are the way you are. Some of this is genetics, and obviously, this wouldn’t apply to Becky, but some of it is also upbringing, which does apply to Becky. It reminds me of a quote from iCarly (oddly enough). In a Christmas special for the show, Carly wishes her brother, Spencer, who raised her, had been “born normal” referring to his quirky behavior. After making this wish, everything in her life is different, and when she asks her wish-granting angel why this was, he responded: “You were who you were because Spencer was who he was.” This applies to Becky because a lot of who she is and is growing up to be is because of how her parents raised her. And how her parents raised her depends on their past and how they were raised and that all depends on where they came from.
Becky’s adoptive family history is just as important to who she is as her biological Lexicon heritage. And since her parents don’t know about where she genetically came from, they can still involve her in their family history. If they knew anything about where she came from, I guarantee you they’d try to bring those traditions into her life as much as they bring in their own traditions. But since they don’t know, it’s Bob’s job to show her that stuff. Anyway…
But isn’t it still odd that he seems to share this more with Becky than TJ? It’s still his family history too right? Well, part of this, I’m sure, has to do with personality. I’d imagine TJ gets easily bored with that kind of thing while Becky always seems to be at least a little interested. But I also think this is Tim’s little way of reminding Becky how much he loves her. She may not be related by blood, but dang it, she’s part of the family and he’s going to involve her in the family and their history no matter what.
Just a fun little thing that I love and find sweet.
Huggy’s Log (WordGirl Fanfic)
This is my first posted WordGirl fanfic! I’m so excited! There’s probably a lot more editing I could do, but my brain is fried and I’ve reread it so many times it’s getting hard to find errors and things to edit.
Summary: A retelling of WordGirl and Huggy’s origin story, told from the perspective of Huggy and written (or attempted to be written) in the form of a captain’s log.
According to one of the writing editor websites I used to help me with this, it’s about a 10-minute read.
So here we go. I hope you enjoy 🙂
Huggy’s Log
Captain Log: 7 03 7: Captain HuggyFace
My mission was simple: transport resources back to Lexicon
from one of our allies. I regret to report that I have failed said mission.
This is to no fault of my own—or anyone for that matter. And don’t think I
regret my actions. Given the circumstances, I am proud of how I handled the
situation.
Everything started fine. My ship was brand new, met all the
new safety standards and had plenty of fuel. I knew my exact course and the
time frame I’d arrive. Knowing this would be a long trip, I decided to take one
more long look at Lexicon.
This, I assume, is when my stowaway snuck onboard.
I’m not sure how long it’d been. I wasn’t paying attention
to the time. My surroundings had been distracting me. It can be hard to focus
when you’re flying through the beautiful inky swirls of indigo and violet. And
the gleaming stars sprinkled everywhere are mesmerizing as well. It’s always a
breath-taking sight, at this point I expect to be a little inattentive. Despite
dodging planets, asteroids, and satellites, it was one of my smoothest rides.
Since I was in no rush, I relaxed and took it all in. At one point, a meteor
soared passed the ship that I masterfully avoided. But it caused a slight bit
of turbulence. I’m sure this is what awoke the stowaway.
Up until I heard a soft little yawn in my ear, I was
positive I was alone. So, it makes perfect sense that this sound startled
me—startled me. It did not scare me! In my startled jump, I somehow managed to
launch myself from the pilot chair. I took a moment to catch my breath.
Bravely, I leaped back into the pilot seat. I was ready to unleash a full attack
on my intruder—only to discover my intruder was a small child.
I didn’t know what to think as I watched this toddler in my
ship, rubbing her tired little eyes and wobbling up and down. She gripped onto
anything within her reach. At one point she dropped to the ground and had to
pull herself back up. Cute kid. After she fell, she ungracefully brushed her
pigtails out of her face. It made me chuckle.
But what was she doing on my ship? Where were her parents?
Did they know she was here? Should I fly her home, or would someone rather come
to get her? There were millions of questions flooding my brain. So many, that I
failed to notice the impending meteor shower. Thank the stars the gravity
stabilizer was on. Things would have been so much worse if we had been bouncing
throughout the cabin.
An aggressive jolt threw us to the floor. Firing myself back
into the pilot seat, I scrambled for the controls. My instincts were to make
sure the kid was alright from the hit. But I knew that wouldn’t matter if I
didn’t get control of the ship.
I soon realized something was wrong. It took me a moment,
but it did click: the engine had fallen off! I swear I saw it flying through
space!
The ship was spinning like a top. We were hurdling at
unimaginable speed into a system in the Milky Way. The “DANGER” light was
flashing and buzzing, and I wanted to yell “I know!” at it, but then I’d be
talking to a light bulb.
At this point a crash was inevitable. Our last hope was for
me to adjust the wings to slow us down and angle us in the best position for
impact.
I grabbed the steering and the instant we hit the atmosphere
of a planet, I pulled up. Time slowed. It was the longest, hysteria filled
millisecond of my life. I could feel the nose of the ship being forced upward.
When I saw the ground fast approaching, I clenched, shut my
eyes and braced myself for the end.
I had to get up. I would have much rather laid there until
the swirling in my head stopped, but I had to get up. Once I blinked away my
blurry-eyed state, I found myself upside-down on the dashboard. A rush of pain
flooded through my head as I pulled myself into a sitting position. It took me
a second to realize the ringing I was hearing wasn’t coming from the ship, but
my own head. Shaking off the dizziness, I stood on my feet and stretched my
aching muscles. I was in agonizing pain, but I was alright. As long as I could
walk and get the little girl somewhere safe, I was fine.
The girl. Where was the girl? She couldn’t have escaped the
cabin, but I didn’t see her. I started scouring the room in a panic and tore it
up before I discovered her trapped under the dashboard. On the verge of tears,
she was struggling to free her little foot from the bent brake pedal.
“Hey, hey,” I whispered. “I got it, I’ll get you out of
there.”
After loosening her foot from the brake, she started crying.
I wasn’t sure what to do, little kids intimidate me. I picked her up and
started bouncing her around. “It’s alright, you’re okay,” I soothed until I saw
the scrapes and scratches. “well, you’re mostly okay…”
Six or seven silly monkey faces got her to stop crying and
start giggling. I took her to the ship’s infirmary, put bandages on her and
tested her reflexes and brain power. Scratches and scrapes were the worst of
her injuries; by some miracle. My next objective was to return her to Lexicon.
I couldn’t fly her back. It was inconceivable to think the ship could get off
the ground on its own, let alone flying it all the way back. What I could still
do was send a distress message to Lexicon with my coordinates.
With the kid in tow, I returned to the computer. Typing the
message one handed was a challenge, but I wasn’t planning to let a toddler
loose on my ship. Finally, I hit send. A notification popped up saying “Error:
Message failed to send. No signal.” I opened the computer to find a shattered
communication chip. No planet way out here would have a communication chip. And
without it, I couldn’t contact Lexicon or any other planet for that matter.
“Great! Just great!” I hissed, “what do I do now?!” Pacing
back and forth, I desperately tried to think of a plan B while balancing a
squirming baby in my arms. How would I ever get us back home? I had no engine,
no ability to call for help, and I didn’t even know where we were. My thoughts
were interrupted by the little girl’s stomach growling. She was getting hungry.
Frankly so was I. At that moment I came to the sensible conclusion that I
should hold off planning our way home. My top priority was getting us both fed.
I just had to prepare for the elements.
Considering all the trees on the planet, I was confident
neither of us would need oxygen helmets. The main concern was the temperature.
Many planets are rather cold compared to Lexicon. Since Lexicon designs their
uniforms to moderate temperature, I was already protected. But the little girl
was in a shirt and overalls.
I pulled out my stash of emergency blankets. Hoping to find
a smaller one I could wrap her in, I started sifting through them. She was
still squirming in my arms and made finding an appropriate blanket difficult. I
set her down in the bin of blankets so she couldn’t go anywhere and continued
to search through them. She watched me for a moment and then started to look
through the blankets too. I heard her let out a small squeal of excitement.
Looking over to her, I saw she was snuggling with a small pink one. She looked
up at me with the sweetest, twinkling little eyes. My heart melted. No way was
I going to take that blanket away from a kid who gave me that cute of a look. I
swaddled her in it, and we stepped out of the ship.
It didn’t take me long to realize what planet we were on:
Earth. I’ve read about it and even visited it two or three years ago with my
brother. It’s a stable planet, home of millions of different forms of life.
Including intelligent life that has created thousands of different societies
within itself. Biologically, humans and lexiconians are nearly identical. Plus,
Earth has a species of monkey like mine that would allow me to blend in. Of all
the planets in the universe to crash into, it was lucky we crashed into this
one. But Earth does come with a few catches. First, while there is intelligent
life, it’s primitive compared to Lexicon. Which meant fixing the ship wasn’t an
option. The other issue was the warnings of Earth’s treatment of aliens—humans
don’t take kindly to strangers, I guess. So, the child and I would have to
blend in and never share the minor detail that we were from another planet.
I was stealthy as possible, not because I thought any humans
would stroll by. Humans tended to avoid venturing deep into their nature
locations. My fear was the wildlife. I recalled an Earth movie that stated
forests had “lions and tigers and bears.” I don’t know what lions, tigers, and bears
are, but the characters cried “oh my!” afterward, so I assumed they were
creatures to be avoided. We didn’t run into any of these creatures, but I
thought for sure we would, so when I heard footsteps nearby, I panicked.
I looked up and saw two humans standing there, a man and a
woman, likely a young couple. They stared at us. The time for hiding had
passed. As long as it wasn’t a Lexiconian-eating beast. If I played this off
right, I could get their help without them learning we were aliens. As fast as mentally
possible, I reviewed every Earth dialect I knew.
“Oh look, a baby and a monkey,” the man said. English. Of
course, they had to speak the hardest and most inconsistent language on the
planet.
“Who wants sandwiches?” The man asked. That caught my attention.
Twelve sandwiches later, the couple started asking
questions. The first one was, “so why are a monkey and a baby alone in the
woods anyway?”
“Um, uh…” I stammered.
“Tim, monkeys can’t talk!” the lady laughed.
“Oh, right! Silly me!” the man chuckled, “let’s see, are you
two alone?”
I nodded.
“Do you need a place to stay?”
I nodded again.
“Well, problem solved!” The man cheered, “you can stay with
us!”
“Oh, yes! We’d be happy to have you!” The lady said, “I’m
Sally, by the way!”
“Oh, and I’m Tim! We’re the Botsfords! What’s your name?”
I had half a mind to remind him we just established I can’t
speak to them. But I knew it wouldn’t do any good because…I can’t speak to them…
“Hmm, do you mind if we call you Bob?” Tim asked me. I
shrugged and nodded, Bob seemed like an alright name. Sally looked at the baby.
“And this cute little girl looks like a Becky!” She said,
turning to Tim, “don’t you think?”
“No question about it! She’s absolutely a Becky!”
In what humans call a “car,” they took us back to
their home. Once we arrived, Tim pulled a crib from their attic. He said it was
his old one that his father gave to him for when he and Sally had kids. While
Tim set up the crib in a spare room, Sally found a hammock amongst their
camping supplies. She set it up for me in the same room. By this point, Becky
had fallen asleep in my arms. Tim took her and set her in the crib. Exhausted,
I hopped into the hammock. After the day I’d had, a nap sounded wonderful. I
was sure I’d know what to do when I was well-rested.
It was dark by the time I woke up, I had slept away the
entire afternoon. Peering over to the crib I noticed Becky was still sleeping.
The hallway was dark except for a teeny bit of light leaking from downstairs. I
snuck to the top of the stairs and stopped when I overheard the Botsfords
talking.
“I’m not sure how long it will take to fill out the adoption
papers but…”
Adoption papers? Were they planning to adopt Becky?
“And pet adoption papers take less time, but we will
also need special licensing since he’s a monkey.”
And apparently, they wanted to adopt me too—as their pet.
That’s a little offending but Earth hasn’t yet realized the potential of
monkeys. And since I couldn’t inform them, I decided to let it go.
The odds of us getting back to Lexicon are next to nothing.
So, I guess being part of the Botsford family won’t be so bad. They seem nice
enough. Their house and neighborhood are lovely. And in general, lexiconians
and humans are so similar that this would be a fantastic set up for Becky. The
main difference is that she will develop superpowers one day, but that’s
something I can help her with. I have limited experience with superpowers, but
I can learn. There are plenty of books on the subject in the ship’s library.
Between the three of us, this sweet little girl will be fine.
I’m sure I’ll be fine too, but I don’t know how to react.
I’m still in shock from today’s events. I haven’t processed anything yet. I
don’t want to think about how I’m never going to see my family or friends
again. I’ll never see my home planet again. And I might never pilot anything
again. My status as a captain means nothing here. Everything I had on
Lexicon…is just gone. I mean it’s still there, waiting for me to return. But
I’m gone. I can’t return. Even worse is no one I care about will ever know what
happened to me. No one will think to look for me on Earth. Even if they did,
the planet is so big, would they ever find me? I hope so, but I doubt it. Don’t
get me wrong, this seems like a great alternative, but nothing can replace
Lexicon.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this report. Who will ever
read it?
Huggy’s Log (WordGirl Fanfic)
This is my first posted WordGirl fanfic! I’m so excited! There’s probably a lot more editing I could do, but my brain is fried and I’ve reread it so many times it’s getting hard to find errors and things to edit.
Summary: A retelling of WordGirl and Huggy’s origin story, told from the perspective of Huggy and written (or attempted to be written) in the form of a captain’s log.
According to one of the writing editor websites I used to help me with this, it’s about a 10-minute read.
So here we go. I hope you enjoy 🙂
Huggy’s Log
Captain Log: 7 03 7: Captain HuggyFace
My mission was simple: transport resources back to Lexicon
from one of our allies. I regret to report that I have failed said mission.
This is to no fault of my own—or anyone for that matter. And don’t think I
regret my actions. Given the circumstances, I am proud of how I handled the
situation.
Everything started fine. My ship was brand new, met all the
new safety standards and had plenty of fuel. I knew my exact course and the
time frame I’d arrive. Knowing this would be a long trip, I decided to take one
more long look at Lexicon.
This, I assume, is when my stowaway snuck onboard.
I’m not sure how long it’d been. I wasn’t paying attention
to the time. My surroundings had been distracting me. It can be hard to focus
when you’re flying through the beautiful inky swirls of indigo and violet. And
the gleaming stars sprinkled everywhere are mesmerizing as well. It’s always a
breath-taking sight, at this point I expect to be a little inattentive. Despite
dodging planets, asteroids, and satellites, it was one of my smoothest rides.
Since I was in no rush, I relaxed and took it all in. At one point, a meteor
soared passed the ship that I masterfully avoided. But it caused a slight bit
of turbulence. I’m sure this is what awoke the stowaway.
Up until I heard a soft little yawn in my ear, I was
positive I was alone. So, it makes perfect sense that this sound startled
me—startled me. It did not scare me! In my startled jump, I somehow managed to
launch myself from the pilot chair. I took a moment to catch my breath.
Bravely, I leaped back into the pilot seat. I was ready to unleash a full attack
on my intruder—only to discover my intruder was a small child.
I didn’t know what to think as I watched this toddler in my
ship, rubbing her tired little eyes and wobbling up and down. She gripped onto
anything within her reach. At one point she dropped to the ground and had to
pull herself back up. Cute kid. After she fell, she ungracefully brushed her
pigtails out of her face. It made me chuckle.
But what was she doing on my ship? Where were her parents?
Did they know she was here? Should I fly her home, or would someone rather come
to get her? There were millions of questions flooding my brain. So many, that I
failed to notice the impending meteor shower. Thank the stars the gravity
stabilizer was on. Things would have been so much worse if we had been bouncing
throughout the cabin.
An aggressive jolt threw us to the floor. Firing myself back
into the pilot seat, I scrambled for the controls. My instincts were to make
sure the kid was alright from the hit. But I knew that wouldn’t matter if I
didn’t get control of the ship.
I soon realized something was wrong. It took me a moment,
but it did click: the engine had fallen off! I swear I saw it flying through
space!
The ship was spinning like a top. We were hurdling at
unimaginable speed into a system in the Milky Way. The “DANGER” light was
flashing and buzzing, and I wanted to yell “I know!” at it, but then I’d be
talking to a light bulb.
At this point a crash was inevitable. Our last hope was for
me to adjust the wings to slow us down and angle us in the best position for
impact.
I grabbed the steering and the instant we hit the atmosphere
of a planet, I pulled up. Time slowed. It was the longest, hysteria filled
millisecond of my life. I could feel the nose of the ship being forced upward.
When I saw the ground fast approaching, I clenched, shut my
eyes and braced myself for the end.
I had to get up. I would have much rather laid there until
the swirling in my head stopped, but I had to get up. Once I blinked away my
blurry-eyed state, I found myself upside-down on the dashboard. A rush of pain
flooded through my head as I pulled myself into a sitting position. It took me
a second to realize the ringing I was hearing wasn’t coming from the ship, but
my own head. Shaking off the dizziness, I stood on my feet and stretched my
aching muscles. I was in agonizing pain, but I was alright. As long as I could
walk and get the little girl somewhere safe, I was fine.
The girl. Where was the girl? She couldn’t have escaped the
cabin, but I didn’t see her. I started scouring the room in a panic and tore it
up before I discovered her trapped under the dashboard. On the verge of tears,
she was struggling to free her little foot from the bent brake pedal.
“Hey, hey,” I whispered. “I got it, I’ll get you out of
there.”
After loosening her foot from the brake, she started crying.
I wasn’t sure what to do, little kids intimidate me. I picked her up and
started bouncing her around. “It’s alright, you’re okay,” I soothed until I saw
the scrapes and scratches. “well, you’re mostly okay…”
Six or seven silly monkey faces got her to stop crying and
start giggling. I took her to the ship’s infirmary, put bandages on her and
tested her reflexes and brain power. Scratches and scrapes were the worst of
her injuries; by some miracle. My next objective was to return her to Lexicon.
I couldn’t fly her back. It was inconceivable to think the ship could get off
the ground on its own, let alone flying it all the way back. What I could still
do was send a distress message to Lexicon with my coordinates.
With the kid in tow, I returned to the computer. Typing the
message one handed was a challenge, but I wasn’t planning to let a toddler
loose on my ship. Finally, I hit send. A notification popped up saying “Error:
Message failed to send. No signal.” I opened the computer to find a shattered
communication chip. No planet way out here would have a communication chip. And
without it, I couldn’t contact Lexicon or any other planet for that matter.
“Great! Just great!” I hissed, “what do I do now?!” Pacing
back and forth, I desperately tried to think of a plan B while balancing a
squirming baby in my arms. How would I ever get us back home? I had no engine,
no ability to call for help, and I didn’t even know where we were. My thoughts
were interrupted by the little girl’s stomach growling. She was getting hungry.
Frankly so was I. At that moment I came to the sensible conclusion that I
should hold off planning our way home. My top priority was getting us both fed.
I just had to prepare for the elements.
Considering all the trees on the planet, I was confident
neither of us would need oxygen helmets. The main concern was the temperature.
Many planets are rather cold compared to Lexicon. Since Lexicon designs their
uniforms to moderate temperature, I was already protected. But the little girl
was in a shirt and overalls.
I pulled out my stash of emergency blankets. Hoping to find
a smaller one I could wrap her in, I started sifting through them. She was
still squirming in my arms and made finding an appropriate blanket difficult. I
set her down in the bin of blankets so she couldn’t go anywhere and continued
to search through them. She watched me for a moment and then started to look
through the blankets too. I heard her let out a small squeal of excitement.
Looking over to her, I saw she was snuggling with a small pink one. She looked
up at me with the sweetest, twinkling little eyes. My heart melted. No way was
I going to take that blanket away from a kid who gave me that cute of a look. I
swaddled her in it, and we stepped out of the ship.
It didn’t take me long to realize what planet we were on:
Earth. I’ve read about it and even visited it two or three years ago with my
brother. It’s a stable planet, home of millions of different forms of life.
Including intelligent life that has created thousands of different societies
within itself. Biologically, humans and lexiconians are nearly identical. Plus,
Earth has a species of monkey like mine that would allow me to blend in. Of all
the planets in the universe to crash into, it was lucky we crashed into this
one. But Earth does come with a few catches. First, while there is intelligent
life, it’s primitive compared to Lexicon. Which meant fixing the ship wasn’t an
option. The other issue was the warnings of Earth’s treatment of aliens—humans
don’t take kindly to strangers, I guess. So, the child and I would have to
blend in and never share the minor detail that we were from another planet.
I was stealthy as possible, not because I thought any humans
would stroll by. Humans tended to avoid venturing deep into their nature
locations. My fear was the wildlife. I recalled an Earth movie that stated
forests had “lions and tigers and bears.” I don’t know what lions, tigers, and bears
are, but the characters cried “oh my!” afterward, so I assumed they were
creatures to be avoided. We didn’t run into any of these creatures, but I
thought for sure we would, so when I heard footsteps nearby, I panicked.
I looked up and saw two humans standing there, a man and a
woman, likely a young couple. They stared at us. The time for hiding had
passed. As long as it wasn’t a Lexiconian-eating beast. If I played this off
right, I could get their help without them learning we were aliens. As fast as mentally
possible, I reviewed every Earth dialect I knew.
“Oh look, a baby and a monkey,” the man said. English. Of
course, they had to speak the hardest and most inconsistent language on the
planet.
“Who wants sandwiches?” The man asked. That caught my attention.
Twelve sandwiches later, the couple started asking
questions. The first one was, “so why are a monkey and a baby alone in the
woods anyway?”
“Um, uh…” I stammered.
“Tim, monkeys can’t talk!” the lady laughed.
“Oh, right! Silly me!” the man chuckled, “let’s see, are you
two alone?”
I nodded.
“Do you need a place to stay?”
I nodded again.
“Well, problem solved!” The man cheered, “you can stay with
us!”
“Oh, yes! We’d be happy to have you!” The lady said, “I’m
Sally, by the way!”
“Oh, and I’m Tim! We’re the Botsfords! What’s your name?”
I had half a mind to remind him we just established I can’t
speak to them. But I knew it wouldn’t do any good because…I can’t speak to them…
“Hmm, do you mind if we call you Bob?” Tim asked me. I
shrugged and nodded, Bob seemed like an alright name. Sally looked at the baby.
“And this cute little girl looks like a Becky!” She said,
turning to Tim, “don’t you think?”
“No question about it! She’s absolutely a Becky!”
In what humans call a “car,” they took us back to
their home. Once we arrived, Tim pulled a crib from their attic. He said it was
his old one that his father gave to him for when he and Sally had kids. While
Tim set up the crib in a spare room, Sally found a hammock amongst their
camping supplies. She set it up for me in the same room. By this point, Becky
had fallen asleep in my arms. Tim took her and set her in the crib. Exhausted,
I hopped into the hammock. After the day I’d had, a nap sounded wonderful. I
was sure I’d know what to do when I was well-rested.
It was dark by the time I woke up, I had slept away the
entire afternoon. Peering over to the crib I noticed Becky was still sleeping.
The hallway was dark except for a teeny bit of light leaking from downstairs. I
snuck to the top of the stairs and stopped when I overheard the Botsfords
talking.
“I’m not sure how long it will take to fill out the adoption
papers but…”
Adoption papers? Were they planning to adopt Becky?
“And pet adoption papers take less time, but we will
also need special licensing since he’s a monkey.”
And apparently, they wanted to adopt me too—as their pet.
That’s a little offending but Earth hasn’t yet realized the potential of
monkeys. And since I couldn’t inform them, I decided to let it go.
The odds of us getting back to Lexicon are next to nothing.
So, I guess being part of the Botsford family won’t be so bad. They seem nice
enough. Their house and neighborhood are lovely. And in general, lexiconians
and humans are so similar that this would be a fantastic set up for Becky. The
main difference is that she will develop superpowers one day, but that’s
something I can help her with. I have limited experience with superpowers, but
I can learn. There are plenty of books on the subject in the ship’s library.
Between the three of us, this sweet little girl will be fine.
I’m sure I’ll be fine too, but I don’t know how to react.
I’m still in shock from today’s events. I haven’t processed anything yet. I
don’t want to think about how I’m never going to see my family or friends
again. I’ll never see my home planet again. And I might never pilot anything
again. My status as a captain means nothing here. Everything I had on
Lexicon…is just gone. I mean it’s still there, waiting for me to return. But
I’m gone. I can’t return. Even worse is no one I care about will ever know what
happened to me. No one will think to look for me on Earth. Even if they did,
the planet is so big, would they ever find me? I hope so, but I doubt it. Don’t
get me wrong, this seems like a great alternative, but nothing can replace
Lexicon.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this report. Who will ever
read it?
Violet and Scoops are voiced by the same people as Sally and Tim, whom we all know are relationship goals
Violet and Scoops are voiced by the same people as Sally and Tim, whom we all know are relationship goals
So instead of not enjoying myself at my family’s New Years party, I decided to watch the New Years WordGirl Episode
And I have some thoughts I would like to share…
(Good thoughts, let me clarify)
First off, these poor boys, they just want to have a party and to do so they had to gather the few party supplies from other holidays they had. I see Christmas lights, a 4th of July hat, a St. Patrick’s Day hat, a Halloween noise maker thing, can’t remember the name of it. ….. and WordGirl and Captain HuggyFace tablecloth?? Why do they have that?? And when Two Brains comes in he doesn’t even acknowledge it so does that mean they just have that?
He may have a mouse brain, but he has the mouth of a chipmunk…
…and octopus fingers
More under the cut…
“TJ the DJ” okay, yes, I like it, I like it a lot, but have you considered “DJ TJ”?
Also, I like to brainstorm what the kiddos in this show would do for a living when they are adults, I’ve had trouble thinking of one for TJ, but maybe a DJ!
Becky is the cutest little dancer. Haha, this would be a good “someone who has never seen WordGirl, please explain this image”
Also regarding Bob…
Is…is he stoned?? What is in that guacamole??
That look of sheer terror XD
Becky did that. And all I wanna ask her is did she think she was in a battle or something? She did that with a pinata! Also, the family just shrugs it off, and I don’t mean in a “how did Becky do that?” kinda way, but in an “oh, crap! there’s a hole in the wall!!” they basically just go, “Well I guess we have a hole in the wall now! Next game!”
Is that a WordGirl cup Bob has? It’s kinda hard to tell in this picture, and it’s not surprising in this family but I think that’s a cute little detail
Real talk though, where does one store a guacamole bowl that large?
They are so cute!
I just…can’t get over Bob
Mrs. Botsford may have had a few drinks
So, you’re gonna contact Lexicon?
Bob, I assure you, you have already accomplished that resolution
I wanted this shot so I could comment on the quote, and I ended up laughing at her eyes for a minute straight.
Regarding the qutoe, Becky, I don’t think you have a lot of control of how much you have to be running around when you’re a super hero…actually if she really wanted to she could probably significantly cut down on the witty banter in battles…
Such a cute family.
Awww! We need more moments like this!!
Who’s idea was it to put The Energy Monster in the ball, because that’s a really good idea
AW! And who’s idea was it to have a villain New Year’s Eve party? Because that’s adorable!
oh, apparently it wasn’t his idea…or rather he had the same idea…
Again, they’re just so cute!
Everyone is just so damn cute!!!!!
“Hey, you know what we should do, we should put a picture of Dr. Two Brains, from when he was Steven, and have him standing next to some random, unnamed lady!”
“Are you crazy! That will drive the fans crazy! Let’s do it!”
Maybe Two Brains is the one who’s stoned…
See! Even The Narrator thinks you’ve already achieved your resolution Bob!
Poor Huggy…
This is one of those, “I don’t know why it’s funny but it’s sssooooo funny” kind of things. I love how he just casually looks up with a face like “what am I doing with my life?”
I love how he waits for Huggy to get himself together, he doesn’t even give it a second thought. He may be a criminal but he knows he’s gotta play fair
When you tell your mom you’re doing your homework but you’re actually in your room like
Ignore the quote, I just forgot to turn that off. I need to rant about this real quick. So I understand why Tim is there this early, I understand why Sally tagged along, but no explanation was given as to why TJ came too. I mean I think he’s too young to be left home alone, but what about Becky? Hadn’t she already had a day where she technically babysat TJ? I’m pretty sure that was before this episode, correct me if I’m wrong, please. And yeah, I know Becky isn’t there, but they shouldn’t know that. So there was no reason for them to take TJ if they thought Becky was home. So let’s say he wanted to come for one reason or another, okay, now the whole family is going and leaving Becky and Bob behind and this family doesn’t do things like that. One of them would have asked Becky if she wanted to come, or told her where they were going so she didn’t wake up and go “where is everyone?” Or at the very least, wouldn’t they have maybe gone into her room to check on her before leaving her alone in the house asleep? This just doesn’t make sense to me and I like to believe that one of the other Botsfords knows Becky and Bob are WordGirl and Huggy and are covering for her from the rest of the family. “We should go ask Becky if she wants to come!” “I’ll do it!” “No she doesn’t want to come” “Are you sure? Let me ask her–” “NO! Really she said she’s tired and doesn’t want to come!!!!”
I kid you not this is something I actually say in real life
Another good “someone who’s never seen WordGirl, please explain this” and the quote in there somehow makes it better
What in the name of cheese is she doing?
Hope you enjoyed my silliness and my brief moment of Botsford family conspiracy theorizing!
Edit: I finally got this posted! I think the difference was that I did it through my laptop this time instead of my phone (I swear I already tried that, but my computer wouldn’t connect to the internet)
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