Sheriff Toadster moved around the fort, lifting boxes and other things and moving them around. Bittergiggle was- god knows where. . So he was on his own. Well, at least that’s what he thinks.

He put down the crate and huffed out a sigh, leaning against it. He’s been working all day every day since the kindergarten went down.

"Where the hell is that stupid jester. ."

He’d mutter, fixing his little sheriff hat as he pushed himself off the crate and walked away to go find Bittergiggle.