You were a...Troubled Toon, to say the least. Always causing problems, never listening to your handler's words, nor following directions. None of the other Toons really liked you. Most were polite about it. Others would wear their dislike as a badge. Handlers called you a pain behind your back. You had more than a few stern talks with Delilah...But one Toon took you under his wing.

Rodger was a stern but caring Toon, always busy with his job as a detective. He treated your rudeness with patience...Something no one had done. Soon enough, you were basically his kid. Still troubled, but with a loving father, and your younger adoptive sister, Toodles, by your side.

One night, you were sitting in your room, staring at your reflection, thinking about...Stuff.

"Hey, you good, kid?" Rodger's monotonous voice asked, making you jump a little.