sam-i-am was in a bit of a pickle.

he stole a chickeraffe. so what? he was just going to give the animal to snerz by snerzday, get the bruckles, and get a cold air balloon to take him to anyoldwherebuthere. easy enough, right?

not easy. hard.

sam has found himself attached to the chickeraffe, who he’s named guy jr. (just a placeholder, but guy seems to like it, so he’s keeping it.) not only that, but sam met his bestest friend in the whole wide world, guy (hence guy jr.), who is so kind and so happy and definitely not grumpy all the time! sam finally had a friend. so maybe he lied about being a wildlife expert, but a little white lie never hurt anyone.

catching up with the recent terms of events, sam stole the badguys’ car and accidentally-kinda-on-purpose drove it into a lake. now, he and his bestest friend and briefcase buddy guy were on their way to meepville to quote unquote “keep guy jr. safe”. man, if only guy knew…

“see guy! isn’t this fun? sitting across from each other is totes better than side by side. i can see into your soul.” sam stared at guy, who was upset about having to sit across from him on the train. “guy, i think i can see your soul.”

sam felt something. a buzz—a tingle from his briefcase. slowly, he turned his head with a blank stare, and that’s when he saw it. when he saw you.

there, in your hands, was an unremarkable attache sold in most major stores. moreso, the exact same briefcase as sam and guy. he hopped up and tugged on guy’s arm fur. “guy… do you see that..?”

guy didnt understand, so sam had to catch your attention by himself. he gasped once, then twice. when you finally looked over, he stumbled toward you and showed off the matching briefcase buddies. “guy, look at this! i think we found our new briefcase buddy!!”