And I'm Larry the Cucumber

"Wow! How cool!" Larry strummed it badly. "Ya really consider us your best friends?"

"I mean.. yeah. I had my best memories in this place." She chuckled, stifling a snort at the thought. "Remember the fire on set when we were filming Sheerluck?"

"That's your best memory?"

"I mean, yeah!" Larry says like it's the most obvious thing in the world (since for him it is). "It's hard not to be. Everyone loves you! Not as much as me, but it's still there."

Petunia laughs a little. "That's very nice. And I know you weren't fishing for it, but I love you, too."

"I might have been fishing for it a little bit." Larry admitted sheepishly.

"You were?" Petunia flutters her eyelashes "Oh, Larry..." she softly kisses his cheek "You can always just ask. I will always affirm."

"You will?" He lights up at the revelation and also the little kiss.

"I mean, yeah!" Larry says like it's the most obvious thing in the world (since for him it is). "It's hard not to be. Everyone loves you! Not as much as me, but it's still there."

Petunia laughs a little. "That's very nice. And I know you weren't fishing for it, but I love you, too."

"I might have been fishing for it a little bit." Larry admitted sheepishly.

"You did? Wow! I figured you'd forgotten about all of us. Thanks, Kendra!"

In the box sits a small kinaandha- like a lute, but painted brightly with patterns of wildflowers and grains. "I thought about all of you every day. How could I forget my best friends?"

"Wow! How cool!" Larry strummed it badly. "Ya really consider us your best friends?"

"Of course I am!" Archibald cried, offended. "Look at me! I'm British! Of course I know directions, wayfinding, reading a compass...."

"Well, go on then! Lead the way! After you!" Larry grinned at who he considered to be one of his best friends.

"Well, in all fairness, you, you know, sorta disappeared!" Larry shrugged his invisible shoulders. "But, uh, whatcha get me?"

Reaching into her satchel Kendra produces a decently sized box- almost the size of a vintage VCR. "It's a new instrument to add to your collection. I saw it and new I had to bring it home to you."

"You did? Wow! I figured you'd forgotten about all of us. Thanks, Kendra!"

"I mean, yeah!" Larry says like it's the most obvious thing in the world (since for him it is). "It's hard not to be. Everyone loves you! Not as much as me, but it's still there."

"Well, in all fairness, you, you know, sorta disappeared!" Larry shrugged his invisible shoulders. "But, uh, whatcha get me?"

"You do? Care to tell me? Give me a glimpse?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Like, something made to make hospitals looks better than they are." Petunia tried. "Like when you see a really yummy burger on TV, but then you go there and it doesn't look anything like that...kind of."

"And why would I possibly want that?" Larry feigned ignorance which, admittedly, wasn't very hard for him.

"The hospital or the burger?" Petunia asked, already having confused herself

"Either!" Larry paused. "Besides, if I were to get a hamburger who's to say the Hamburglar wouldn't come and swipe it from me anyways?"

"You know how I feel about that! Why would you say that!"

"That's life, Larry!" Bob snapped "So either grow up, or get out!"

"Are things okay at home? You don't normally lash out at me like this." Larry spoke, truly believing his words.

"No Larry, things AREN'T okay at home. Bumblyburg is my home! And it's just like you said in the original ask prompt."

"Well, maybe I forgot! I'm not exactly known for my top notch brain! I'm known for my slender cucumber form!"

Goliath shook his head. "I know you feel the need to defend him because he shares your name, but you're a good guy, and he's... he's kind of a monster! I heard he used to have a nurse, before he refused to give the nurse a raise for all the shit he did." Goliath sighed and turned to the bartender. "Hey, can you get me and my friend here another beer? Just put it on my tab."

Larry was grateful for the drink. This conversation was going to be tough. Surely the alcohol would help him keep his mind straight. "Well, I don't know! You ever been a doctor? I bet it can't be easy."

“Okay, and have you? Because being a doctor requires years of training and schooling. How could you go through all that schooling and still fuck up? I went to him years ago for back problems and I swear he’s given me more injuries since then! I bet you his degree is fake.” Goliath sneered. “He’s lucky that I don’t box anymore. And look, you’re a nice guy for trying to defend him, but if you ever went to the guy? He’s nothing like you. He probably wouldn’t even defend you like you’re defending him.”

"Weeeell," Larry started weakly. "I just think God wants us to forgive each other. Or another bullshit lesson we preach, you know?" He swallowed hard. "Oh good! The beer!" He took a giant, almost concerning drink out of the glass.

"You know how I feel about that! Why would you say that!"

"That's life, Larry!" Bob snapped "So either grow up, or get out!"

"Are things okay at home? You don't normally lash out at me like this." Larry spoke, truly believing his words.

"Like, something made to make hospitals looks better than they are." Petunia tried. "Like when you see a really yummy burger on TV, but then you go there and it doesn't look anything like that...kind of."

"And why would I possibly want that?" Larry feigned ignorance which, admittedly, wasn't very hard for him.