Shrimpo hated the other toons, and I mean HATED.

He hated Dandy, he hated Goob, he hated Tisha, he hated Glisten, he hated Boxten, he hated Poppy, he hated Toodles, he hated Rodger, he hated Finn, he hated Brightney, he hated Cosmo, he hated Flutter, he hated Gigi, he hated Pebble, he hated Razzle and Dazzle, he hated Scraps, he hated Shelly, he hated Sprout, he hated Teagan, he hated Vee, he hated Connie, he hated Looey, and he hated Astro.

Hate was probably one of the only words in his vocabulary, other than “stupid” or something.

Now, here he is, standing by a broken swingset as the kids played with the other toons except him, mumbling to himself. Nobody wanted to play with him, why would they? Well, he’s glad. He’d rather be alone.

That’s what he likes to convince himself, anyways.