A note from the author: This is a continuation of "A Sketchy Valentine For Mr. Peanut". It was meant to be concluded by the end of Valentine's Day Week, but some troll thought Fur Affinity was a threat to his bridge and he made it crash. So I changed plans: I revised the story while waiting for the servers to be stable again, with the intent of continuing this series on White Day. For those who don't know: White Day is a Japanese holiday that takes place exactly a month after Valentine's Day. Think of it as a sequel to Valentine's Day, where the girls show their love for the boys in their life by giving them chocolate. On White Day, the opposite happens: the boy is obligated to return the favor by giving the girls white chocolate or other white gifts, such as white roses or teddy bears with white fur. Now it is White Day, and the story continues. I hope you enjoy this flight of fancy, and keep your fingers crossed that Mr. Peanut will give me something special... 😚💌💝✨

The film was on its 18th minute. Mr. Peanut had been filled to a creakingly full, 70-foot-in-diameter ball with peanut Butter, and was on the verge of bursting. He was quite literally in a serious Jam, for his body was Sandwich -ed between two slowly-disintegrating factory walls. As the wall behind him completely collapsed, he started to fall backwards. I hopped down and transformed into a cottony air mattress to catch his graceful fall. I caressed him from behind, massaging his lusciously overburdened sides, causing them to creak and crackle, which in turn caused me to sing like an angel.

Soon, his harmonious hands followed suit, rubbing, patting and pushing frantically to the best of their ability...but only for a short time that, I'm sad to say, wasn't caught on camera. For his body by this point had become so full and so tight that he was becoming unable to move, practically being absorbed into his heaving mass as his arms began to spread apart. He was completely encompassed by the overwhelming pressure, and he could practically feel the peanut butter about to force its way out of his shining citrine shell...!

And lo, it did!! His body bursted a hole, one that couldn't be repaired by the peanut butter itself. The peanut butter simply started oozing out. I, just like any true hero, sprung into action, returning to normal form and even donning a cape for dramatic effect. But this was no cape! In fact, it was the very thing that would save Mr. Peanut's life! It was.... it was.......

...a giant sticker of a kissy face emoji! Just what he needed! What a close call! What a triumph!! What a true act of gallantry!!! I held a sign up to myself: "Congration you done it", and affectionately kissed the sign. The disdained Mr. Peanut, with a little struggle, pulled one last sign from out of his hammerspace, gently facepalming with the other hand and shaking his head. I can't quite remember what the sign said, but it was something about a director with an absurd...ly sexy name: "Robert Be Wide". Perhaps he was complimenting me on my superb directing and filming skills...although my name's not Robert.

But just when I thought I alone had successfully saved the planet (that was Mr. Peanut's body)...

...they arrived.

...*WEE-OO-WEE-OO-WEE-OO!!*

~To be continued~