Hello! @:)! I think Wally would regard it the same as any Variation in apple! Green doesn't taste like Red, and Red doesn't taste Golden. Perhaps he's a little mortified that the Apple presents itself as a liquid, or maybe a lollipop- It all gets confusing from there. Barnaby probably says something like, "You got bigger problems than that, kid!" And Wally looks, and Barnaby says, "I got your nose!"

For Belated Hourly Comics Day! My hours have been the same for Awhile- Barnaby and Wally are two parts of what I do!

Since it’s now spooky month I figured that after I drew Swap!Howdy and Swap!Poppy in their Halloween costumes I might as well do the rest of the neighbours! (㇏(•̀w•́)ノ)

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It was a beautiful, sunny day in the neighborhood. Beetles crawled around in the grass, birds chirped and sang, and Wally seemed to stand in the middle of it. The spiraling center of a whole bustling world, filled with the smallest and biggest things, and just about everything in-between.

The little puppet couldn't help a smile as he observed all the nature around him. Leaning down, Wally cupped his hands and ever so gently seemed to cradle a small creature in his own soft palms. His head titled, observing the darkly-colored creature skittering around in his hands and in-between his fingers.

"I wonder what you are.." He pondered, seemingly talking to the bug. "Do you have a name?" The bug didn't- or rather couldn't answer his question, but Wally didn't seem very affected either way.

Wally couldn't quite recall ever seeing a bug like this before. Not quite a beetle, but shining with many, many delicate legs. He smiled at the feeling, it almost tickled, but it wasn't quite tickling... He hummed, not quite sure what word to use in describing the feeling.

Frank was the resident bug expert, though Wally was a bit dissapointed to remember that his neighbor was busy. Something about organizing his closet by color... Or was it by style? Regardless, disturbing Frank seemed out of the question.

Then another idea sparked in his little cotton-filled brain. Barnaby must know something, wouldn't he? Wally regarded him as just about the smartest person he knew, or at the very least, the one always willing to teach him something new. Even if he didn't know, it was a good excuse to say a hello for the afternoon.

"You're going to love my friend Barnaby." Wally cooed softly to the wriggling bug. Twisting his hand to cup the squirming bug within his hands once more. And with that, the little puppet began his short trot to his best friend's house.

"Barnaby," Wally called, not particularly loudly. "do you know what this is?"

Per usual, Barnaby was outside his dog house. With such a beautiful day upon them he couldn't help but want to stretch out in his yard and take in the sunlight. It's been a while since he's had the chance to take in the soft grass, the smell of blooming flowers and the sounds of birds. Even though he couldn't actually see any..

The voice came with no surprise. In fact he was expecting his Best Buddy to come along any moment. They'd always spend the day together, whatever the weather!

"Hey there, Wally." His tone lazy yet excited for such a big dog. "What'cha got there, little buddy?" He peered into small hands, watching as the bug skittered around with it's many legs. "I'd say ya gotta centipede. Haha. It's got more legs than a Pillar Family get together." A boisterous laughter came from his chest. "What'cha gonna do with it? I bet Frank would love t'see it, don't you?"