After he has seen C00lkidd petting one of Mafioso's gubbys, he insisted he wanted a gubby for himself. He's "responsible," more so than C00lkidd.

But let's be honest, who's going to buy him a gubby? He's not responsible at all. His room looks like multiple natural disasters went through, the only clean spot, surprisingly, being his desk. His clothes were everywhere, his trash was overflowing, toys strewn about, cords everywhere, homework scattered and forgotten... there was no way he'd be responsible for a gubby.

So, with nobody getting a gubby for Bluudude, he'd get one himself. He had looked up how to lure a gubby and set off to get everything together.

But what Bluudude didn't plan for? A whole colony of gubbies hopping go the backyard. He had picked up the first one that hopped over the fence, proud his plan had worked. However, when the rest of the colony began to come through? He started panicking.

"What?! Why the hell are there so many?!"

He asked, holding up the one gubby he had picked up. He frantically looked around, his eyes darting from gubby to gubby.

"This is fine. I'm old enough to handle this. I just have to-"

He froze when he heard the back door open. He slowly looked back, gubby still above his head.

"... It's not what it looks like, I swear."