Daddy Potato stepped back, startled by the date plainly printed on wife’s device. His mind began to race. How could two years have passed so quickly? The excitement he encountered felt as if it had only occurred a couple days ago –
certainly not two whole years.
Overwhelmed by the seemingly impossible bit of information, he began to laugh. His laughs were loud and expressed intense amusement, but his eyes gave no indication of humor. “Ahahahahahaha! Good one, my Welsh Buddo!”
He chuckled.
“Don’t call me ‘Welsh Buddo.’” Best Welsh Buddy reprimanded with a harsh glare. “And I’m not joking.”
Daddy Potato’s forced laugh slowly faded away as the full realization set in. It had been two years. There was no telling how the world had changed. Had they failed their mission? Anything could have happened!
“S-so what happened while we were gone?” He stuttered.
Best Welsh Buddy glanced at her phone and responded, “Well, from what I can infer from these articles, the world’s pretty much fallen apart.”
Daddy Potato gasped. “Oh no! The Lords of Evil must have succeeded in their nefarious quest!”
“What? Oh, no, just, like,
regular the-world’s-falling-apart stuff. I don’t see anything about them.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” Daddy Potato sighed in relief. “My! I wonder how meme culture’s changed over the past two years! I doubt spaghet is still relevant… just as long as Pickle Rick is no longer a meme, I’d say we’re all okay.”
“Focus!” Best Welsh Buddy shouted, exasperated. “What about your son?!”
Daddy Potato glanced over at Little Agent, who was lying expressionlessly on the ground. He gasped and dropped to his knees before shaking his son awake.
“Wake up!” The scared spud screamed. “Wake up!”
Little Agent stirred, mumbling “Five more minutes…”
“You’ve gotten more than two years of sleep! We probably all have disuse atrophy now! Get the brick up!!!” He exclaimed hysterically.
Little Agent finally opened his eyes. “…two years?” He asked.
“Two years!!” Daddy Potato screamed once more. “My librarian is gonna kill me!”
“Wait! Wait!” Best Welsh Buddy yelled. “What happened to Tigress and Narwhal?!?”
Daddy Potato’s eyes widened in fear. Where
were they?
