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Timothy's Vacation

Bright green leaves danced and rustled in a gentle late-spring breeze, communicating a warm, inviting atmosphere on a quiet, suburban street in the town of Wedgewood. The sun climbed higher into the sky, spreading much-anticipated warmth and light to the community below. A slightly chubby eight-year old raccoon rode on a bright red bike up the smooth, concrete-slab sidewalk, his metal silver training wheels making a dull rattling noise as they trundled along, helping the raccoon to stay upright as he cycled. An adult raccoon paced along behind him, watching the young raccoon and smiling as he listened to his son's training wheels clattering along. "Alright Timothy, let's get home. We have to be ready to leave soon." Timothy looked back at his Dad with a smile, his amber eyes shining with anticipation for the trip ahead. "I hope Friendly isn't too upset he can't come." Timothy replied to his dad, turning his head to watch where he was going. "He'll be okay, we're only going for a couple of weeks." Timothy's dad reminded him, "Besides, you both might make some new friends. Don't forget, your cousin Justin will be there with us too, and Uncle Matthew with little Tommy." "Yeah." Timothy answered, though he wasn't quite so sure. He had only ever been to the forest chalet as a toddler, and he couldn't remember very much about it. "What if the kids there make fun of me?" Timothy thought to himself. Any further thought was interrupted though as the raccoon suddenly felt his bike tipping over sideways. "Woah!" cried Timothy, trying to restabilize his bike but ending up landing tummy-first on the lawn, his bike resting on top of his feet. "Ow!" "Timothy! Are you okay buddy?" Asked Dad, rushing over and moving the raccoon's red bike off him before checking him over. "What happened?" asked Timothy, looking over at the sidewalk. "Your training wheel went over the edge of the path and it wasn't holding you up anymore, so you fell over." explained Dad. Just then a female Aardvark rushed out of the blue, red and vanilla painted-lady house. "Is he okay?" she asked, kneeling and looking at Timothy's Dad. "He's okay Mrs. Schumann, thanks for asking." "You ought to learn how to ride without those training wheels, young raccoon. My son learned how when he was six." "He'll learn, but in his own time. When he's ready." Dad replied to Mrs. Schumann, "Come on buddy." The female Aardvark didn't reply, but gave a small smile to Timothy as she turned around and went back inside.

In the driveway of a beige, neo-eclectic suburban house, a modern blue minivan sat silently facing forwards out toward the street, next to it sat a dark-blue pickup truck, also facing forwards towards the street but with the engine running noisily. "Aren't we going in the van?" asked Timothy, as he heard the pickup truck's noisy engine was running. "No sweetie. The truck will hold all of our stuff better than the van." said Timothy's mom. "Come on James, we've got to go within the hour or we won't get there until after sunset." "Alright. Come on Timothy, let's get your bike in the back." Timothy put both of his paws on the handlebars and pushed his bike along, the left pedal bumping into the back of his foot. "Okay, up you go." said Timothy's dad, lifting Timothy's bike with one paw under the saddle and the other under the middle of the handlebar. "There, now we've already put most of the stuff in the back... food for eating at the chalet, soda, clothes, some firewood, ours and Timothy's bikes, anything else?" "My Pull-Ups?" asked Timothy. "Yes, we got those. You should have enough for while we're away, sweetie." said Timothy's mom, pointing to the large pack of monster-truck and camoflage goodnite Pull-Ups sitting on top of a trunk behind Timothy's bike. A pack of his former red Lightning McQueen Pull-Ups accompanied them, they were for Timothy's cousin, Justin. "Come on buddy, in you go." said Timothy's dad, opening the door of the blue pickup and allowing Timothy to clamber inside. Timothy clambered into the nearest seat, noticing the large packs of chips and cookies in the other seat, accompanied by an open box of soda on the floor. "Try not to snack too much on the way, okay buddy? Those are for all of us. We can get more nourishing food when we refuel." "Okay Dad." smiled Timothy. Just moments later, the pickup truck rolled out of the driveway and drove off towards the freeway, sending Timothy and his parents off on their long journey to the forest chalet, in the wilderness far, far away.

It was dusk when the pickup truck rolled up to the vacation chalet. The sun hung low in the western sky, almost touching the horizon. Timothy groaned as he struggled to find the energy to disembark from the vehicle, struggling to hold back a yawn. "Come on buddy, let's get you ready for bed." "But... I'm not tired." Timothy answered, trying to sound confident. "Timothy, it's been ten hours since we left home. It's bedtime for you, little buddy." "But Dad!" protested Timothy. "No buts... here's your pull-ups, I'll be in to help you as soon as..." Just then another vehicle pulled into the driveway of the forest chalet, a green sable wagon. "Oh no..." groaned Timothy. "Ah, here they are." Timothy's dad said with glee. "Matthew! Thought you'd got lost or something." "Traffic was really bad in our direction. Sorry to worry you." Uncle Matthew said. "Come on Justin, out you come." Timothy's younger cousin Justin fumed as his dad helped him out of his car seat. "Where's the funfair and the playground?" "Someone's overtired... kinda like Timothy." Timothy's dad chuckled. As the adults all talked about their journeys and plans for the week, Justin went over to his older cousin. The young raccoon noticed the pack of pull-up diapers Timothy was carrying and laughed aloud. "You still wear those?" Justin giggled, "Only babies need to wear diapers!" "Now, now, Justin. Don't forget you still wet sometimes when you're asleep too. It was very kind of Timothy to let you borrow his own Pull-Ups when you went to stay with him." reminded Uncle Matthew. Justin blushed, but Timothy smiled and was quick to offer his younger cousin some much-needed understanding. "Don't worry Justin, your secret is my secret. I won't tell anyone." said Timothy, putting his paw on his cousin's shoulder. Justin smiled back, "Th... thank you Timothy. Can I borrow some of your Pull-Ups for tonight?" "I think mom and dad brought some for you, you can have them. They don't fit me anymore." Timothy answered. "Come on boys, time to get ready for bed now." said Timothy's mom, carrying the smallest member - Justin's three-year-old little brother Tommy - in with them.

After Timothy's mom had changed Tommy into a thick overnight diaper, she helped Justin and Timothy into their pull-ups and tucked them all in together. "Goodnight boys." "Goodnight Mom!" "Goodnight auntie." Once the light had been turned out, Timothy fidgeted to get comfortable. Justin groaned at his older cousin - though he too felt a bit uncomfortable. "Timothy?" "Yeah?" "This feels weird... I mean... when I stayed with you I had my own bed and Tommy did too... we're all in the same bed here." "It does feel kinda strange, but normally when Friendly stays over he sleeps with me." "The big fox?" "Yeah, he's so nice. I wish he was here with us now." Soon all three boys were sound asleep together. The only sound being the occasional crinkle of padding as one of the boys momentarily fidgeted in their sleep.

The next morning, Timothy was the first to wake. His pull-ups were soaked, but luckily they hadn't leaked. He breathed a sigh of relief and inquisitively decided to check on Justin. His cousin's pull-ups were soaked as well, and hadn't leaked either. "Justin? Justin, come on..." Timothy gently shook his cousin awake. Justin groaned as he fidgeted and felt that his pull-ups were soaked. "How's Tommy?" asked Timothy. "I dunno... you check him." Justin sighed and buried his face in the pillow. Timothy got out of the bed and went around to the other side of the bed, his soaked pull-ups lending him a considerable waddle. He gently pulled aside the duvet and found his youngest cousin in need of a change too. "I'd better go get mom..." Timothy thought, grabbing his blue t-shirt and orange flame shorts to dress into.

About an hour later after all three boys were dressed and had had their breakfast, everyone went outside. The adults all enjoyed the crisp morning air and relished in the peaceful setting of the forest. The boys on the other hand were rather bored, Tommy cried in frustration and Justin continued moaning as he wanted something to do. Timothy had an idea and went to fetch his bike from the truck. His dad had already unloaded it, it sat loyally propped up on its training wheels not more than a few feet from the truck's towball. "This place is huge, we could ride our bikes forever and still not see everything here!" Timothy thought, as he headed back over to Justin and Tommy. "Hey! Good idea Timothy!" said Justin, "I'll fetch mine and Tommy's bikes too!" As soon as Justin returned, Tommy was no longer crying. He got on his red big-wheel trike and began to pedal around the driveway. Tommy was wearing a pair of orange shorts like Timothy's; but instead of orange, white and blue flames with blue motorcycles they had Hawaiian palm trees and vintage cars, this was complemented by a black shirt and a thick white diaper with a purple waistband peeking out of the collar of his shorts. "Haven't you started Tommy's potty training yet?" asked Timothy's mom, noticing the diaper Tommy was wearing. "He doesn't seem ready yet, but it will be soon." answered Uncle Matthew, smiling at his three-year old son and watching as Tommy rode happily around on the driveway, the plastic wheels rattling noisily. Justin had a small green bike with silver training wheels. In reality he wasn't as keen about riding his bike as Timothy was about riding his, but he knew he would most likely be bored otherwise. The two boys rode around on the driveway with Tommy for a little while, but sticking to the driveway wasn't very exciting. "Come on, we could ride down the road!" suggested Timothy to Justin. "We could have a race! First to arrive at that great big tree in the distance wins!" He said, pointing to a very tall pine tree that stood at the crest of a small rise in the road. "Wins what?" Justin muttered. "Uhhh... I don't know yet." Timothy faltered, "Come on Justin, let's just do it!" "Uh... well, okay. I guess so." Justin responded, turning his bike out towards the road. "Ready, Steady, Go!" called Timothy, turning the pedals on his bike. The driveway was paved, the road however was gravelly and bumpy. Justin turned his pedals, but soon his back wheel was just spinning helplessly, his training wheels had high-centred his back wheel over a pothole. "Timothy, I can't ride my bike!" cried Justin. Timothy's bike was faring little better, his training wheels got hung up on a pothole in the road as well and his back wheel spun uselessly as he turned his pedals. After spinning their wheels for a few minutes, Timothy sighed and called back to Justin. "This road's too difficult for our bikes. We'd better go back." said Timothy, turning his bike around and walking it back to the chalet. "Stupid road, why can't they make it a proper road so we can at least do something?" Justin moaned. "I think I saw a dirt path through the woods, it should be easier to ride than on the gravel." Timothy suggested. "Hmmm... well, we'll try it. It's surely better than being stuck here all day." agreed Justin, following Timothy to the trail through the woods.

The trail was definitely not really suited for cubs riding bikes with training wheels either, but at least Timothy and Justin were able to make more progress. Only every now and again would their bikes get stuck in a rut for a few moments until the wheel could get traction again, or sometimes just need them to dismount and push their bike a few yards and then set off again. Eventually the two raccoons found themselves approaching a clearing. They pumped their pedals and soon emerged from the forest, the trail leading up a small hill to a wooden walkway over railroad tracks. "I... I think we should go back home." Justin stammered, uneasily. "But why?" inquired Timothy, "We've come this far. Who knows what might be on the other side of those tracks!" "I don't want to..." Justin began, until he looked up and saw two other raccoons walking across the railway, and along the trail towards them. "Uhh, Timothy?" "What?" Timothy asked, having not seen the two approaching raccoons. "Oh..." "Hey there!" one of the raccoons piped up, running towards them. "Uh-oh..." Justin muttered, fearing the worst as he sat on his bike, propped up on his training wheels. "We haven't seen you before!" the other raccoon called, "Are you new here?" "Well, uh... We're just visiting. My folks have a chalet on the other side of the woods." Timothy answered. "Cool! I'm Duwayne!" answered the raccoon, who was wearing a pair of camo shorts and a horizontally-striped yellow, blue and green shirt. "I'm Corky. We're neighbours! We live not far from here." said the other raccoon, who was wearing similar brown shorts and a white shirt dotted all over with large blue and green polka dots. For a few seconds there was an awkward silence as the two raccoons waited for their new friends to answer. "Well, who are you?" Duwayne said. "Oh, uhhh... I'm Justin." fidgeted the younger raccoon, having dismounted his bike and doing his best to hide the fact it was fitted with training wheels, by putting his feet in front of the nearest one while burying the other in the long grass beside the trail. "I'm Timothy." said the older raccoon." "Come play with us!" Corky and Duwayne said, together.

A little later, after a short ride following Corky and Duwayne across the tracks and along the trail, they soon reached a very tall, twin-trunked oak tree. "We live here!" Corky and Duwayne commented. "Here? But... where's your house?" asked Timothy, looking all around for anything that resembled a house. "The tree! It's our home!" "What? You live in a tree?" Justin chuckled. "Yeah! Isn't it cool? I've heard city kids always want a treehouse. We actually live in a giant one!" Corky answered. "Well, yeah." Justin replied. When they reached the big tree, Corky and Duwayne took their new friends upstairs. "This is awesome! This beats any stupid treehouse that any of my friends have." Justin said. Timothy was a little less impressed with the dated upholstery and furniture, but he had to admit the house was amazing from the outside. It was an enormous twin-trunk oak tree which had been hollowed out into two humble little houses, next to one-another. Corky and Duwayne had very few toys inside, those they did have were mostly hand-made out of wood. They seemed to get bored of them after a few minutes and as they went outside again, suggested something else. "Hey, we saw you guys brought your bikes. How about we go for a ride?" suggested Corky, as he brought out his green BMX. "Yeah! I love riding my bike." Timothy squeaked, fetching his red bike with black training wheels, hoping his new friends wouldn't laugh that an eight-year old like himself still needed them. To his relief, Corky and Duwayne didn't even seem to notice. "Boys! I need to do your laundry!" came a feminine voice from the treehouse. "Come inside so you can have clean outfits on!" "Aw, Mom!" pouted Corky, as he dropped his bike and reluctantly made his way inside. Duwayne followed. "We'll be right back." said Duwayne, leaving his brown BMX bike standing beside the tree. "I'm gonna go back... My daddy said he might take me and Tommy to the playground, wherever it might be." said Justin. "You sure?" asked Timothy. Justin nodded and promptly rode off, pumping his pedals and hoping that Corky and Duwayne did not notice his training wheels.

A few moments later, after Corky and Duwayne had changed into their new outfits, they prepared to set off. "You ride in front, Timothy. We'll ride behind you!" Corky had changed into a white shirt with horizontal, neon green stripes and another pair of brown shorts. Duwayne was wearing a burgundy shirt with horizontal white stripes, and orange stripes inside the white stripes, and silky blue shorts. Timothy pumped his pedals, his training wheels making a muffled rattling noise as they kept him balanced on the dirt trail. Soon, the path they were riding on went into more woods, much thicker. Timothy kept turning his pedals, the rattling of his training wheels becoming more muffled as the ground became softer underneath his bike. As he rode along the path became more mucky and sloppy. Suddenly his bike stopped moving and the back wheel just slipped and spun helplessly in the muck, spraying mud in every direction behind him. Timothy tried harder to free his stuck bike, but he just ended up spraying more mud. The back tire groaned as it struggled to get any traction in the sloppy mess. "I... um... guys... can you help me?" asked Timothy, briefly resting from trying to ride his bike out of the mud and looking at his two new friends, whom had left their bikes on the ground to inspect why their new friend was having trouble. "What's wrong, Timothy?" asked Duwayne, standing directly behind the raccoon's bike. "I'm stuck..." Timothy said. Timothy tried again to free his bike, but the back wheel just sprayed mud - all over Corky and Duwayne whom were standing behind him. "Ooops! Sorry guys!" gasped Timothy. "Hehe, keep going! This is fun!" laughed Corky, standing about two feet behind the raccoon's bike and laughing merrily as the back wheel threw mud all over him from his knees to his chin. "This is such a cool way to get muddy!" concurred Duwayne, beaming as he watched his friend getting coated with mud. "My turn!" he called, playfully pushing Corky aside and standing behind Timothy's bike, laughing and giggling as he too became coated with mud from his knees to his chin. Timothy kept pumping his pedals, though he was most perplexed by what he was doing. Suddenly... "Oh no! You just changed into those clothes!" Timothy squeaked, "Your mom will be cross!" "Nah, she's never cross. Not just because we're muddy anyway." replied Duwayne. "Do you need us to push you?" "Y...yes please." mumbled Timothy. "There's not much this way anyway, how about we go back to where your... um... Chalet is?" Corky suggested. "Okay. Help me turn around, I can't go anywhere while my back wheel keeps slipping." Corky and Duwayne chuckled as they got even more muddy by helping Timothy to turn his bike around, and gave him a push back onto more solid ground, where his bike could get sufficient traction to move with his pedaling.

When they reached the chalet, Corky and Duwayne were amazed by what they saw. "Wow! This is so cool! So... clean and shiny and... and...!" exclaimed Corky. "Lucky!" Duwayne joined in. "Look at all these toys, and vehicles... and... Wow!" Timothy smiled at his new friends' amazement and left his bike on the driveway, next to Justin's. Corky and Duwayne gingerly left their bikes on the grass, seeming reluctant to disturb how clean and tidy the chalet looked. "Ah, Timothy. There you are. Justin came back about half-an-hour ago and left with Tommy and his Dad for the playground. You found some new friends?" said Timothy's Dad. "Yeah! This is Corky, and Duwayne. They live nearby." Timothy answered. "Well, uh... kinda nearby." struggled Corky. "Yeah, we're not normally over this way." agreed Duwayne. "Ah, well it's nice to meet you boys. Would you like to have a sleepover?" "Oooh! A sleepover! Uh, What's that?" "Dummy! It's where we're invited to sleep with our friends for the night." "That's right." answered Timothy's Dad. "I think we can let Tommy sleep with us tonight while you boys share the big bed." Timothy wasn't so sure, but he didn't want to disappoint his new friends as they seemed so excited.

After another hour or so, Justin and Tommy returned. Corky and Duwayne were playing with some toy cars that Timothy had left here some years ago on a previous trip. "Vroom vroom!" Duwayne giggled, playing as a masked bandit escaping from a bank robbery. "Nee-nor! Nee nor! Pull over you wicked bandit!" Corky scowled, playing with a police car. "Oh, hey. You came back with Timothy?" asked Justin. "We're sleeping over with you and Timothy!" piped up Duwayne. "Yeah! It's gonna be so fun!" "You... wait... what?!" Justin exclaimed. "It's getting late now boys, I think it's time to get ready for bed." Timothy's mom said, pointing to the setting sun. "Already?" Timothy groaned. "Yup. Come on buddy." And so... Timothy and Justin went into the bedroom to get themselves ready for bed, taking off their clothes and putting on their Pull-Ups. "Stupid diaper... why doesn't it say what side is the front and back?!" Justin growled. As Justin pulled the red trainer up to his waist, Duwayne and Corky walked in on him. "Oh wow! That's some really cool underwear!" commented Duwayne. Justin squeaked and tried to hide his Pull-Ups by putting his paws in front of it, but Corky was behind him and he couldn't conceal both sides at once. Justin looked anxiously at Corky as the woodland raccoon curiously felt the seat of his Pull-Ups, giggling as they crinkled. "They're smooth and crinkly!" remarked Corky. Timothy gasped as he saw Duwayne and Corky looking at his Pull-Ups and he too looked anxiously at them, but they didn't laugh. Curiously, they seemed more intrigued than judgemental. Duwayne felt the seat of Timothy's Pull-Ups and nodded. "These are too! They're so cool." Justin breathed a small sigh of relief, obviously Corky and Duwayne had never seen Pull-Ups before so they couldn't know why he and Timothy really needed to wear them to bed. "Where did you get those cool undies?" asked Duwayne. "Um... it's a... erm..." struggled Timothy, not wanting to tell his new friends that his cool underwear was in fact a diaper. "All us city kids wear them..." Justin said. Duwayne and Corky seemed content with this explanation, clambering into the big bed and gesturing for Timothy and Justin to join them. "I never thought I'd ever have to say that." Justin muttered to himself, as he too clambered in beside Duwayne, and Timothy joined him.

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