Father's Day Terrors

Knock! Knock!

Harry didn't go to work the day after he met Roy. He didn't even give them a call to explain why he couldn't come, he just simply didn't show up.
Everyone thought this had something to do with the whole file thing, and or the 'Crazy guy sings about creativity without clothes at a bar'.
A few days passed, and Harry wasn't around anywhere. He didn't go to the Club, to his workplace, it was like he just vanished, turned into dust without any trace.
Nobody looked for him, they thought that he would just show up again like he was on a vacation. But then two weeks passed, and he still wasn't there.
And finally, when the Father's Day gift sale came around, they decided to file missing posters. Believably enough, he wasn't the only one who went missing throughout the few months. Another person had gone missing too, a week after Harry. They were last seen on June 19th.

Three years zipped by like it was faster than light, nobody got any hints on where Harry or the other missing person could have gone. It wasn't a popular case, but the few people who knew of it thought that it could be related to past events.

But no, Harry was with Roy, 'working' on the show. Roy had some work to do before they could officially create the kids show. So Harry wanting to be a good friend, asked him if there was anything else he could do.
You know what happened?
Harry became a babysitter. Well, that's what he called himself, though he really just watched Roy's son while he was working. Yes, it would be considered babysitting, but Roy said otherwise since he worked from home. So now there's a cluster of questions not even me, The Author can answer (Sorry-).
So, as a timeline of events, Harry started living with Roy as required for the show, and while Roy was working, watched his son Doi. Interesting, isn't it?

Doi was eight years old, with yellow skin and a blue tuft of hair. He looked like Roy.
He talked rather slowly, and he didn't understand a simple sentence unless it was clarified. He was also curious about everything he looks at for more than 5 seconds. He could as much as look at a boring old orange for a few seconds, and then the next thing you know he would be asking why the orange was named an orange when it was a color. Sometimes, nobody even had an answer to Doi's questions. He was a mildly dumb child, but hey, if your not new to the fandom, we love him anyway, don't we?

Harry was sitting at the dining room table, with Doi. He didn't have much experience with kids, but seeing now Doi liked spending time with him the more they saw each other, he thought he was doing a good job. They were playing a game of eye spy. Doi liked the game, and Harry found it ok to pass the time.
Doi looked around the room. "Is it the table blanket?"
Harry responded. "No, it's something orange, not white."
Doi looked around again, seemingly lost. "Uhrr.. my nose?"
"There, you got it."
"Hooray! I see next! Mm, I see something green!"
It was Harry's turn to look around and find something green that Doi sees. "Hmm, is it your green crayon that rolled onto the floor?"
Doi picked up the crayon and nodded, before looking at Harry expectantly. "You see next."
There was a knocking sound that was heard from the next room, along with it opening.

"Hello?"

Both Doi and Harry turned their attention to the room next to them. They stared for a second, and Harry was thinking if someone wandered into Roy's house, thinking it was their own. Well, if that was the case, why'd they call out hello? The voice didn't sound familiar, it sounded raspy. Maybe it was someone Roy invited?
Harry had a lot of questions. Either way, it'd probably be rude to come in someone's house without someone answering the door first, but he really didn't know.
Doi was the first to jump down from his chair and run off to greet the person that came in.
Harry got down from his chair as well, going after him to see who this person was.
When he walked into the next room, he was met with Doi hugging the waist of a green feathered duck with a lined patterned jacket. The duck looked confused, looking all around the room. After a few seconds of looking around, the duck spoke.
"Is Roy here?"
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"He left not that long ago to get stuff for- who are you?" Harry asked, cutting himself off before answering this newcomer.
The duck looked at Harry, and responded almost immediately.
"I'm Robin. I work with Roy, and he politely asked me if I would help him with a show he's making. I don't have anything else to do with my life at the moment, so I accepted and here I am."
Robin gently pushed Doi away from his embrace, he most likely wasn't someone who liked hugs from people he didn't know all that well from what Harry saw. Harry was still a little confused on the situation, but he nodded like he understood it just fine.
"Righhtt.. well, uh. I'm Harry, and that's Doi." Harry pointed to the child that was watching the two exchange words, wearing the expression of someone who has no idea what's happening, but is excited anyway. Harry made a short conclusion, "Well, do whatever you want, I guess."
Robin looked around again, like every second a brand new room was around the three. He quacked, "Yeah, thanks.."
Robin walked away to the staircase, most likely off to explore the house.
Harry sighed, he swore that Roy never warned him of anything. A tornado could be coming their way and Roy wouldn't say a word. He had no idea who this duck was, and I guess you could say it frustrated him. Not knowing anything he should always made him feel terrible.
"Doi, go back to the dining table, I'm going to have a moment to myself."
Doi nodded, and walked back like he was told to.

Harry sat down on the floor, thinking about a lot of things. First, why on earth Roy didn't tell him about Robin. And second, why the heck he isn't doing anything. Roy said that he was doing his job just fine, but he wasn't a babysitter. He was someone that had dreams of having a kids show.
Harry was tired. But he thought to himself, he needs to be more patient. Creating a show can't be done with the snap of a finger.
He'll keep waiting.