Last month, I created a new character named Chauncy Cheatumall as a evil cheating casino owner in Cookie Gulch. I liked the character so much, I decided to bring back the pesky little pine marten as a antagonist to Marshall and his friends.

And to make sure that no one's safe from Chauncy's tricks, he went after the most richest brat in Marshall's neighborhood: Priscilla Multibux.

It all started when Priscilla was trying to look for a new friend that she could play with (and when the timing's right, turn that said friend into her slave). While looking around the neighborhood and at the park, she had no luck. Marshall, along with his friends, know about Priscilla's so-called friendship, just steered away and ignored her as possible.

"Humph! No good ingrates!" Priscilla muttered as she continued on her search. "There will be somebody out there who would be my new sucker... er friend! I'll just have to keep searching."

And as if luck would have it, she saw a scruffy looking pine marten hanging out at the far end of town. He had light brown fur, a golden tooth that shined brightly in the sunlight, and a thick disposable diaper taped around his waist. "Perfect!" thought Priscilla to herself. "He'll make a wonderful slave!" Priscilla then waddled up towards the pine marten and spoke to him.

Priscilla: "Hey little boy! I see that you're all alone. Why don't you come with me to my house and be my new friend? I could use a new plaything... er I mean PLAYMATE!!"

Chauncy turned towards Priscilla, and upon seeing her emerald necklace, he flashed an evil grin on his face as his golden tooth shined brightly.

Chauncy: "Sure, I'll be your friend!" he said with a high pitched gravelly voice. "Name's Chauncy Cheatumall. So lead on sweetie."

Priscilla: "Good! My name's Priscilla Multibux, and I am the richest kid in this lowly neighborhood. So come with me and we could have our playtime."

As Priscilla took Chauncy by his paw, they headed towards her mansion. As they went along, Chauncy saw Marshall and his friends playing happily in the park.

Priscilla: "Pay no attention to those low life pieces of trailer trash! They're not very good friends. I tried to make friends with them, and they treated me like yesterday's diapers! Just take my word, and avoid them like Covid!"

Chauncy: "Oh. Okay, whatever you say." As he walked past them, he felt a sad feeling from inside of him. But he quickly shrugged it off as he and Priscilla entered the front gates of Multibux Manor.

Priscilla quickly sneaked Chauncy past Besty where she was cleaning the dining room and her father's office and into Priscilla's huge playroom which was filled with toys, games, diamonds, gold bars, and bags filled with money.

Priscilla: "Welcome to my royal playroom! You can help yourself to any toy you like to play with, but paws off on my money, gold, and diamonds!"

Chauncy, who thought that he found the lost city of Atlantis, was too busy eyeing on all the treasures, and the grin on his face became even more sinister.

Priscilla: "But before you can play with anything, how about you and me play my favorite game called 'Princess and Slave?'" she said while hiding a bib labeled "SLAVE" on it behind her back.

But Chauncy quickly frowned upon that little game and had a game of his own.

Chauncy: "Nah, I don't like that game! How about we play MY favorite game! It's called "Whatever Happened To The Princess's Money?'"

Priscilla: "What?! What kind of a stupid game is called Whatever Happened To The Princess...."

But before she could finish, she quickly turned around and saw Chauncy racing out of the playroom with two full sacks of Priscilla's money! Realizing that she's been tricked, she made a mad dash towards the little thief, nearly knocking over Betsy and out of the mansion. Moments later, Chauncy's now racing down the neighborhood with Priscilla in hot pursuit!

Priscilla: "THIEF!!! COME BACK HERE WITH MY MONEY YOU DIRTY ROTTEN CROOK!!!"

Chauncy: "Come and get me sweetie! This loot's all mine now!

Priscilla came awfully close in catching Chauncy, but she tripped and fell as one of her diaper tapes popped open suddenly. As she got up and tried to hold her loose diaper together, Chauncy was long gone and out of sight. And all that Priscilla could do now was to wail out loud in defeat until Betsy caught up with her. As Betsy dragged a whiny Priscilla back to the manor while scolding her for knocking her over and bringing a stranger inside the manor, Marshall was looking on as the two bypassed him.

Marshall: "Well, she wanted a slave and got a thief instead. Serves her right for trusting a stranger for a playmate! And she has the gall to call me trailer trash too! She'll never learn!"

Priscilla, Chauncy, Marshall, Betsy, story and art copyrighted by .