A second passed ...

Two ...

Y/N untensed.

Nothing had hit her, or damaged her in any way, other than her racing heart.

She heard the crowd murmuring to her left ... and the sound of muffled metal feet coming towards her.

Y/N's eyes snapped open, just as the footsteps stopped.

What the -?

The Banana Splits had surprisingly stopped their buggy, only a few feet away from her.

Y/N could see Drooper, Bingo and Snorky in the buggy, all craning their heads to see what was happening.

But that wasn't the really surprising thing.

The really surprising thing, or rather ... animatronic, was standing directly in front of her.

Y/N's gaze travelled upwards until it met a fixed grin, floppy tongue and two very long dark brown dog ears.

Fleegle.

As Y/N watched him, the leader of the Banana Splits bent down as far as he was able, and offered her a furry hand-up.

Y/N blinked.

Okay, officially not canon in the slightest. But, since he's offering help ... and he's not crazy at the moment ...

Y/N took Fleegle's offered hand, and got up off the road.

She looked Fleegle in the eyes and tried her best not to sound too awkward.

"Thank you ... er ... Fleegle for stopping the buggy, and er ... giving me a hand up", Y/N muttered.

The cloth around Fleegle's fixed mouth creased for a moment, before he turned around and walked back to the buggy.

Y/N hurriedly walked off the road and onto the pavement, as Fleegle got back into the buggy.

"Thanks guys! See you later!" Y/N called to the animatronics.

The Banana Splits all turned their heads, looked at Y/N for a second, and then drove off down the road.

Well, that was interesting, Y/N thought, and turned to the Williams family.

"Are you all right, Y/N?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay, Harley?" Y/N asked, looking at the little boy.

Harley nodded, looking slightly queasy.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Beth demanded, looking pointedly at her younger son.

"Mum, did you see that? I waved at Snorky, but he didn't wave back", Harley mumbled unhappily.

"You have to be more careful than that", Beth told the little boy, holding him gently with her hands.

"Mom, Snorky wouldn't hurt me. He's my favourite", Harley defended himself.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second.

Oh, if only he knew ...

She thought about that security guard: Sal ... and Harley's own father: Mitch.

Both attacked by Snorky much later.

Y/N then turned her attention back to the conversation.

"Zoe", Harley asked his friend, "Which one's your favourite?"

Zoe looked bored, but obviously made an effort to think about the question.

"The cat", she finally said.

Lion, thought Y/N, rolling her eyes mentally.

Harley looked confused.

"There isn't a cat", he said.

Right on cue, Austin helped his little brother understand what Zoe meant.

"Er ... she means Drooper ... the lion", Austin explained.

Zoe looked relieved.

"Yeah! That's what I meant! The lion!" she clarified, smiling sheepishly.

Y/N smiled too.

"I can't believe he just ran out like that", Beth sounded so disappointed.

Y/N turned to face her.

"He's just a little kid, maybe he didn't think what he was doing was bad?"

Beth looked around at Y/N, and then sighed.

"I know ... but still!" Beth then turned to her husband ... who was STILL on his phone.

Jerk.

"Mitch!" Beth said in a sharp voice.

"Huh?" Mitch said in a not-interested tone of voice, still fixated on his phone.

Y/N suddenly strode over to Mitch and nimbly pinched the phone out of his hands.

She then handed it quickly to Beth.

"HEY! I need that for work!" Mitch shouted, trying to get his phone back from his wife.

Y/N just glared at Mitch.

Work, hell no! He's using it to talk to his girlfriend. Can anyone seriously think of a more pathetic excuse!

Beth just held it further away.

Y/N folded her arms and stifled her disgust as best she could.

"Harley, your youngest SON, was nearly hit by a banana buggy", Y/N said, her voice tense.

"I think the wellbeing of your children matters a BIT more than the stuff on your phone, don't you?"

Mitch's face flushed and he took a step forward, only to be stopped by a stern look from his wife.

Mitch just looked down and grumbled.

"Jeez, that would be an embarrassing way to die", he muttered.

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Considering the way HE dies, those words are a clear case of dramatic irony!

Mitch is simply unbearable! Beth and her children definitely deserve better than this prat!

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