I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

Chapter 48- I Wani Thank You For Being My Father

Happy Thanksgiving Snoot and Wani bros! Unfortunately I don't have a special chapter for you but I DID have this chapter for you all. This is an extremely long chapter but I think I'm out of the phase of the long as fuck chapters since the recent ones have gotten a bit shorter than the usual 'holy fuck 30k+ chapters'. It's time consuming but I want these chapters to be up to best quality so hence why they take forever.

Funny enough, it's not even Thanksgiving related but the next 'special chapter' will be holiday themed. But anyways, I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving today. The next special chapter will be coming out next month (you know what it is lol) so buckle up and enjoy this chapter!

June 18th 201M B.C 2028 (The Night Of Father's Day.)

The stars were out in the sky, cars driving past by, revving their engines louder than a train horn to wake up the local neighborhood-such were the ways of Voldcaldera Bluffs. It was a quiet life for the two as they drove back home, Liz still in her expensive, bright red, pristine glittery dress that looked so familiar to him for some reason... Wait a fucking minute, is that a Jessica Rabbit replica outfit that she was wearing? How did it BARELY register in his brain? He could literally see the tag on her back that was next to the zipper that had the Disney logo on it and had 'Jessica Rabbit' written in cursive.

No wonder that outfit cost a fortune; it looked to be made out of small intricately cut rubies all over her dress, and the shining dark magenta gloves she wore made her cyan scales glow beautifully, majestically even, underneath the moonlight as they drove back home from picking up their sleepy son James from his grandparents's home.

He was asleep when they came to pick him up. He's been asleep ever since, so it was hard to get the snoozing Dilopho-Brachio halfbreed into the car without waking him up. It was even harder on them since the little one's long neck was wrapped around Sophia's neck when she was doing her magic at getting babies to sleep. Vinny was right beside her, watching the entire thing while he watched a movie with his mom. He had learned from his mistakes when he said that movies were 'doodoofart' when he had begun watching more modern films, falling in love with Avatar, the first few Marvel movies before the steady decline, some of the first Star Wars movies, and then finally taking back his words when he had watched Titanic.

Jack would have fit on the door; no one will tell him otherwise. He paused that frame in the movie and calculated the hell out of that moment. He is freaking certain.

The two were sad that Little James had to get going. Vinny was enjoying spending time with his nephew, even though half the time spent was James sleeping or James crawling away from Vinny. Ugh, don't even get him started when he had to take a shower when James had spat up his baby food, the food mixing with his salvia and the potent stomach acid that all Dilophosauruses had within them. That little kid did not want ANYTHING to do with him.

Vinny had given up when he began to finally realize that his nephew just wanted to be left alone and wanted to sleep and play with the few toys that were left here by Damien and Liz.

That's when he got an idea.

He went to his room and dove through his toy chest, getting out his Power Raptor action figures and bringing an assortment of other toy brands that looked to be uncanny and just plain creepy. He had grown up in that area of toys, so what was to be expected? Vinny mostly showed the halfbreed infant his Power Raptor toys, never too early to get the little baby hooked on his childhood TV show that he grew up watching.

He was gleeful to see that the young boy had accepted his offer to play with him. Vinny beamed and began to talk in the goofy ways that the colorful raptor team would talk in, in the bad heroic acting and even producing his own punching and kicking sound effects to make the little baby laugh. It was all worth it when the little baby clapped his hands together, his long neck in the air, and bobbing his head up and down while clapping his hands together-the universal sign of a baby telling them they wanted more.