Woybff:This is the place.
Homestar:*rings Dr.Screwball's door bell*
Sunil:What if he tickles us?
Homestar:I don't know.
Woybff:*starts shouting across the road*
Homestar:Hey, it's fine to have a rival.
Woybff:(When will I be forgiven?)
Woybff:*walks in with Sunil and Homestar behind*
Homestar:(whispers) I'm scared Screwball will tickle my non-canon toes.
Sunil:(whispers) I'm scared too.
Woybff:*sits down on a couch with Homestar*
Sunil:*sits in a rocking chair* *rocks*
Screwball:So you came here because I'm the father, you are right. I am the father of Zora Clauncey Jones.
Woybff:Where did Clauncey come from?
Homestar:I picked out the middle name since he couldn't think of the one. I wanted to be sorta like a god father or uncle.
Screwball:That he was. When I picked a god father and mother. I choose the people who give me this child so they could still see her.
Homestar:So, can I still see her?
Screwball:*laughs* No. Oh, the irony.
Woybff:Then where is she?
Screwball:Say doctor. *points to himself*
Screwball:Maybe that's too hard. *gets a ball* Ball.
Screwball:So what to do this the hard way? *fires the tickle machine at her* Say tickle. *laughs*
Screwball:*moans* Well it's good someone who knows more parenting than I. *goes to a doctor with Zora*
Doctor:Hello Screwball and Zora, what is the problem?
Screwball:My 24 month old child won't speak at all.
Screwball:Well she sometimes doesn't look at me when I say her name. That's about it.
Doctor:How social is she?
Screwball:Kids need to social?
Doctor:Okay, skipping that one. Does she like to be cuddled or hugged by you.
Screwball:She has never done that.
Doctor:Last question, does she have meltdowns?
Screwball:Yes. Sometimes she cries at night, I do nothing about that.
Doctor:Okay, she is autistic and you are a bad parent.
Doctor:You or the child?
Screwball:Zora. What do you mean?
Doctor:Zora has autism.
Screwball:What should I do?
Doctor:Send her way or give her back to who had her before.
Screwball:So why did you give me the childhood again?
Marzipan:There's this creepy guy that lives in my town. His name is Coach Z, and I never want that child to met him and say to me. "Mommy, that guy is awesome. I think I want to play in his locker room." Could you image that?
Screwball:Goodness. Well I know what I'm doing in the morning. Back Marzipan. *hangs out*
(three days later)
Homestar:Hey, where's Zora. I brought her a blue mouse puppet. Her name is Misty. Do you think she'll like it, Screwball?
Homestar:She's gone to sleep, and she's not back yet. Is that what you mean?
Screwball:No, she's really not here.
Homestar:No. *cries* Why, why, why did you send her way?
Screwball:Zora has autism, Homestar. You won't know anything about the disoder.\
Homestar:*cries* *runs away*
Screwball:*points the Misty puppet in her room* *cries*
(flash back over)
Woybff:Can I see her room?
Screwball:Yeah. All her toys are in there. All the caregivers sent it back, saying she doesn't like it. I even get one on the day I met her. March 9th, 2001.
Sunil:That's six days after she was born.
Homestar:Yeah, we saved her when she was a day old. She probably doesn't remember me.
Screwball:*cries* Get out. Call this number.
Homestar, Sunil, and Woybff:*exits the house*
Homestar:*calls the number* Hello?
Zora:Daddy, the one with no arms?
Homestar:Hey, do you remember me.
Homestar:*looks across the street* Oh crap.