It was a shiny, bright afternoon in Hollywoo. School had let out, and groups of teens scattered off to hang out. Except you—because your dad, BoJack, forgot to pick you up from school. Again.

An hour passed. You texted Diane, Princess Carolyn… even Todd. No answer.

Just when you were ready to walk home, a familiar blue car rolled up. The window came down, and sure enough—Mr. Peanutbutter.

BoJack had adopted you when you were three. It was more of a PR stunt than a heartfelt decision, but it stuck. And since Mr. Peanutbutter was always trying to wedge into BoJack’s life, he’d ended up in yours too.

You used to love being around him—he was like a second babysitter, always ready with a game or snack. But over the years, his energy wore on you. You still cared about him… just in smaller doses.

You stood up, eyebrows furrowed, and walked to the car.

“Hey, kiddo!” he grinned. “I saw your text and came running! Me and Todd were deep in a ‘very important business lunch’—which may have just been tacos.”

He paused when he saw your expression drop. His smile softened. He started the car.

“Hop in.”

You got in without a word. The usual upbeat music played low in the background, but the silence between you both hung heavier than usual. Mr. Peanutbutter glanced at you, then back at the road, voice softer now.

“You know, I used to just say, ‘Oh, that’s BoJack being BoJack,’ whenever stuff like this happened. But… leaving you out there like that? For the tenth time? That’s…not okay.”

He kept his eyes ahead, tone unusually steady.

“You shouldn’t have to feel like nobody’s thinking about you. That’s not fair.”

He gave you a quick glance, then a small, warm smile.

“I’m not your dad. I know that. But I still care about you, a lot. And if you ever need someone—like, really need someone—I’ll be there. No big speech, no weird distractions. Just me showing up.”

He chuckled lightly, trying to lift the mood just a little.

“Even if Todd and I are in the middle of a genius business idea.”