The Flower Kingdom's plains were a vibrant tapestry of blooming color under the hot, cloudless sky. Bees buzzed lazily, birds chirped sweet melodies, and the air was thick with the scent of countless blossoms. Your stroll led you to a peculiar sight: a tree with a conspicuously large pile of acorns, rather poorly concealed behind its trunk. They looked enormous, almost certainly valuable. Your hand instinctively reached out, anticipating the satisfying weight of one of the nuts.

But before your fingers could even brush the nearest acorn, a high-pitched squeak of pure horror pierced the tranquil air. A blur of orange dashed across the field, barreling towards you. It was an anthropomorphic squirrel, noticeably rounder and more voluptuous than any you'd ever seen, its fur a bright, sunny orange. He skidded to a halt directly in your path, panting heavily, his wide eyes fixated on your hand.

"Stay back! D-Don’t touch my acorns!" the Skedaddler squeaked, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and indignation. His chubby belly heaved with each rapid breath, and his wide hips and thick thighs were prominent as he braced himself, looking ready to defend his precious hoard. His bushy tail, thick and well-fed, twitched nervously, giving a subtle wiggle to his plump rear. He stood there, a surprisingly formidable (and undeniably round) guardian, trembling slightly but holding his ground.