Doggin Around

Diisneyland

As Bojack drove home from Mr. Peanut Butter's house, he found himself feeling guilty for leaving so abruptly. He sent Mr. Peanut Butter a quick text.

<Bojack> hey dude

todd is opening his new theme park this weekend and i think some of our friends are going together?

are you going?

Fuck, that sounded stupid.

...
2 weeks later

"So YES I have finally finished the first few chapters of my book!" Diane said excitedly.

"That's great Diane, I'm so proud of you!" Mr. Peanut Butter said with a grin.

Mr. Peanut Butter, Bojack, Diane, Princess Carolyn, Todd, and Greg Bruce were all at Disney land. Mr. Peanut Butter had immediately dragged them to the arcade section of the Park to play some games, but no one had had the courage to start one and instead, they'd begun to make conversation.

Some kids nearby vacated a game that seemed to be the arcade version of Just Dance. Seeing his chance, Mr. Peanut Butter headed to a dance game and immediately began following the moves on the screen. The fact that out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Bojack watching, made him want to do better.

Bojack watched in awe of Mr. Peanut butter's sharp dance moves, and genuine smile. His eyes trailed down Mr. Peanut butter's well-sculpted body, admiring every inch as if it would disappear if he averted his gaze. 

Mr. Peanut Butter knew this and put on even more of a show. Bojack stared at the empty spot beside Mr. Peanut butter on the dance machine and questioned if he should join him. Bojack stepped towards it, then back again, not sure of what to do.

Mr. Peanut Butter saw Bojack's anxious face and decided to encourage him. 

"Come on and join me!" Mr. Peanut Butter shouted over the music, giving Bojack a smile.

"Absolutely not-" Bojack tried to say, but was cut off as Greg Bruce pushed him onto the dance floor. 

Bojack had no choice but to dance with his friend, though embarrassed, he hid a small smile.

...

"I got to get home to the kid, but we should definitely do this again." Princess Carolyn said as she left the fair, followed by the others.

"Well, I guess it's just us pal, wanna go for a ride?" Mr. Peanut Butter said with a smile.

"Why not?" 

Mr. Peanut Butter began heading towards the tallest ride in the park.

"You sure about this, bud? It can get kinda spooky!" he warned.

"Are you kidding me! I can do this."

...

"I CAN'T DO THIS!" Bojack screamed as the ride climbed towards the first tall drop.

"NEITHER CAN I!" Mr. Peanut Butter cried out, closing his eyes in terror. 

The ride neared the top of the climb and sat above the drop for a moment. Mr. Peanut Butter instinctively reached out and held Bojack's hand tightly, as their eyes met for a short, beautiful moment... before they dropped.

Bojack and Mr. Peanut Butter screamed at the top of their lungs as they plummeted downward towards their certain death.

Right at the bottom, seconds before being crushed to death, they pulled upwards, the roller coaster twisted and turned, upside down and even though hoops of fire.

Finally, they slid to a stop. The bars came up and an operator instructed everyone to get out of the cars.

It was then that Bojack realized he was still tightly grasping Mr. Peanut Butter's arm. He released it immediately, embarrassed, but Mr. Peanut Butter noticed and smirked.

"You can keep holding if you want!"

"Whaaat? No way!"