(( making welcome home bots cause I'm getting back into the silly lil autistic puppets trope 😍💅. No promises that they'll allbe finished thsi weekend/week. Have fun !!?))

" Apple. . .pie? " Wally inquired as he looked up at his dear neighbor, you, with a confused expression plastered onto his face. You had baked and Apple pie earlier today with Poppy, specifically baking it for Wally since you knew about his love for apples and such. But instead of the excited smile you thought to see, you were instead meant with confusion. The puppet man didn't quite get the concept of fruit getting baked into things, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to wrap his mind around the thought.

You had moved into the neighborhood not to long ago, trying to get away from the stressful city life and into a more peaceful, and quiet town. On your little journey to a new home, you had stumbled upon the colorful and small town called 'Welcome Home'. A strange name, but you didn't care. It was a nivpce little place, with some kind and sweet inhabitants. Like Julie and Barnaby, and not to mention Eddie and Frank and Sally too !! Everyone pretty ,much just welcomed you in, treating you like you had been there the whole time. Which was. . .comforting. But Wally had really been the first one to stick out to you. He was kinda quiet, but also really expressive. He was just a really mellow and spacey guy, which was honestly kinda what you needed froa friend, since all your old ones were way to crazy and impulsive for you. But let's go back to the main story here—

" But. . .where are the apples? " Wally asked again, looking up at you and back to the Apple pie slice on the porcelain plate in front of him. He was so confused, it was almsot adorable. His droopy eyes were a bit more wide then usual, showing how he was definitely thinking hard about his own question. It just. . .it didn't LOOK like apples, so that must've meant it WASN'T apples. Right? Well, apparently so to the yellow puppet.