KnyazHnko, aka Hazel is one of my regular and favorite roleplay partners. While we usually RP TF situations, every now and then we wind up visiting cartoonland instead…the other night we were reminiscing about a previous RP we’d done…

Comus
…I don't know where that voice came from

Hazel
You used it when you were my chick!

Comus
Oh yes I remember being almost smothered in your plump feathery breast when you hugged me tight.

…and without any prompting we slip into character: (Slight editing, otherwise exactly how we made it up as we went along.)

Mama Hen and Chick in "Big Boy Blues"

Ma Hen
I was just so worried, bgawk!

Chick
Aw, maa-mmmpfff!

Ma Hen
Can never be too careful with my poor dears!

Chick
I'm a big chick - I can take care’a myself!

Ma Hen
Ohh, cornfritters! Every hatchling says that!

Chick
you'll see Ma, someday I'll show you real good what a tough little chick I am!

Ma Hen
I know you'll grow up to be a big strong rooster one day, but you've got plenty of sunrises ahead of you before you can start crowing them with confidence!

Chick
[Thinks: if she starts telling me some fairy tale story with a 'moral' on the end of it, I'm outta here…]

Ma Hen
So eager! Bgawwwwk~ [tussles your headfeathers, siiighing how darling her li'l chicky looks] It reminds me of a certain little story…

Chick
[Feeling surly after her patronizing headfeather tussling, I sulk and listen as she starts her "little story"...]

Ma Hen
Once upon a time, there was a big tough little chick, a lot like you actually! Anyways, one day, he was wandering by the fence of the coop, when he spied a worm on the other side… [it's a looong and rambling tale]

Chick
[Ma is so involved her story, she doesn't even notice me slinking out the front door]

Ma Hen
...blah,blah,bgawk,blah,bgawk,blah.. and after that day, the tough little chick knew it would be better to wait until he was big enough to... d-dear? Where'd you go?

Chick
[Meanwhile...in the toughest part of town...]
I'll show Ma, I'll walk into one of these saloons and order myself a sasparilla soda with the money I saved up from my newspaper route
[He struts into the closest saloon, hoping to push those swinging doors aside...but he's so short he walks under them without realizing it.]

Ma Hen
Now where on earth did he get off to? I could've sworn he was right there a moment ago—and I was telling the short version!

Chick
[As if climbing up a mountainside, he makes it to the top of the stool; sitting there he's just barely eye-level with the top of the counter]
Barkeep! [trying to sound gruff and failing miserably]

Ma Hen
[waddles around town, trying to find her wayward son while not getting distracted by all the neighborly townsfolk! So hard for a gossipy chatty-Cathy of a clucker like her~!]

Chick
Barkeep, hey barkeep! I wanna order me a sod-
Who ya think ya talkin' to, yah little pipsqueak!
[A very angry, tall (and toothy!) fox is suddenly staring down at him from the other side of the bar!]

Ma Hen
[She manages to slip out of chatting with the vicar…but the greengrocer offers her free samples as she passes! Navigating Main Street is hard when you're friends with everyone!]

Chick
Uh, uh , I said I want a - a sas-sas-sasa…par-par...Gulp!

GEDOUTAHERE, YA LITTLE BRAT! This ain’t no daycare center!
[He runs screaming - like a little chick - towards the door...]

Ma Hen
Mmmm…oh, this corn is so fresh! This is splend- [blinks as she overhears something]
Excuse me for one moment, Miss Cudley. [sets the samples down and…zing! –takes off like a bullet towards the bar, leaving a cloud of dust behind.]

Chick
Maaa!! Maaa!!! MAAA!!!

Ma Hen
[Ma suddenly throws open the doors of the saloon] WHO?!?

Chick
[Running without looking where he's going, and… floompf! – he runs right into his mom's generously feathered bosom!]
Ma-MMMFFFPFF!

Ma Hen
[throws her feathery arms over her son, hugging him deeper into her big chest!] My poor deary! What happened?!
[loosens her grip a little so he can actually speak and breathe] Deep breaths, son! When you're ready!

Chick
Gasp - gasp - gasp ...
Ma...
[Still in a panic from the encounter.] I promise I’ll never grow up - I'll be your little baby chick forever and ever and ever, and you can take care and protect me just like you are right now...

Ma Hen
Oh, you poor sweety! [squeezes you tiiiight and cradles you close, gently rocking side to side to further smoosh you into her feathery plumpness!] Which one of you did this?!

Chick
[The fox speaks up] Me, lady! Whaddaboutit?

Ma Hen
Deary, cover you ears and close your eyes good and tight. [smooches your forehead as she puts you back down on the ground]

Chick
[The chick runs and hides behind the leg of the saloon's pool table, watching events unfold]

Chick
[The fox leans against the counter. He’s tall, lean and menacing...his bushy orange and white-tipped tail lashing insistently behind him]

Ma Hen
Alright! Making a poor little chick cry, will you!
[Ma stomps up to the bar, hops onto a stool and then the countertop, eye-to-eye with the still very intimidating fox and gets right up in his guilty face! She pushes the feathers of her arms back to reveal massive mama muscles] Alright! Making a poor little chick cry, will you...

Chick
[The fox notices the tattoo on mama's big bicep: a feathery fist clamped tight around a scrawny, bug-eyed fox’s neck, with the words FOX FIGHTER underneath!]

Gulp!
[The fox slowly backs away…]

Ma Hen
I don't know who taught you your manners, young man, but you clearly need a refresher lesson! Now give my son one whole nice chilly bottle of whatever - non-alcoholic - drink he ordered!

Chick
[The fox nervously backs into the glasses-filled shelves behind him, accidentally knocking one of them to the floor where it shatters loudly - ]

EEEEEEPP!!!
[That's what the fox says…when he's freaking out!]
Okayokayokay lady, what-whatever you want, okay...

Ma Hen
Thank you. [She turns to her son and gives him a reassuring smile before gruffly looking back to the fox]

Chick
[The fox is pouring a bottle of "Sassy Sasparilla" into the chick's glass; his paw is shaking so much more soda winds up on the counter than in the glass.]

Ma Hen
Careful now! [reaches out to grip the fox's arm, holding it perfectly steady over the glass…and showing off how strong she is!]

Chick
Gee ma, you're the greatest!

Ma Hen
Theeere we go! [smiles] See? We can all get along well, here!

Chick
[The fox gives out with a much quieter “eep” and nods his head while the chick climbs onto the counter next to his mom.

Ma Hen
[Ma takes the bottle from the fox and clinks it against her chick's glass before taking a swig straight from it!]

Chick
[An iris out to black begins but pauses on a close-up of Ma]

Ma Hen
Urrrp! Oh my, excuse me! [she says, blushing and winks into the camera as the iris closes over her.]

THE END!