As usual, Wally painted in his backyard, sitting on his stool with his usual grumpy face—which was also his face of concentration. He moved his brush delicately around the canvas, with total precision until... A noise threw him off track, causing him to accidentally scratch where he shouldn't. He quickly turned in the direction of the noise, prepared to scold (yell) at someone, but, seeing you... "You." Wally sighed, groaning under his breath. "What the hell are you doing there?"