#psycarrot

(*Beppi cheering up a certain onion (non-tickle))

Shedding Tears

“Bwaaahahahahahahaha!!”

A certain sob could be heard by two very annoyed vegetables. It was the early dawn and they could only guess this cry was from a nightmare.

“Not again…” Moe grumbled, planting himself face first in his flower bed, covering his ears.

“This is the fifth night in a row…” Psycarrot whined, almost close to crying as much as Weepy. The little onion sobbed more and more, Moe finally getting up and shifting to his plot.

“Alright what’s wrong…?” Moe begrudgingly asked. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was tired, it was very obvious. And that made Weepy even more sad.

“I-I’m s-sohorry to b-be a b-b-boohohohohother waahahaha!!”

The tears rained down his cheeks, making the thirsty ground to drink it up. Normally, Moe would let Weepy cry it out until he was better, but he knew this time, if he apologized, well they were going to be up longer.

“Okay that’s it…!” Psy huffed. He got a piece of paper and wrote down some words.

“What’s that?” Moe asked, wobbling over.

“I’m getting someone else to handle this. It may cost some karots, but it will be worth it.”

With the letter sent, post haste, a certain clown recieved it at the husk of the afternoon. He read it through, noticing the messy, lazy handwriting.

“Oooh poor Root Pack,” he sighed out longingly. “Nightmares again. It really makes you think if I should do a HORSE act…! Cause nightmares? Mares?”

He looked a little kid, who was waiting on a balloon animal. “… Right, alright what was it again? Octopus?”

“A uh… Dog.”

“Aaah the classic!”

After a well day at the carnival, he packed up many fun stuff and then trotted over to the garden. Saying hello to everyone on the way, he arrived at the gates. Looking at them, he happily shouted out.

“Wonderful architecture…! I’m sure it does wonder deFENCE again those pesky stompers!”

“Beppi!” Psy gleefully waved. “Phew about time…”

There were bags under everyone’s eyes, then starting to soften and wrinkle. Everyone looked like there was a drought.

“Ooh ouch…! It looks like all of the life was LEEKed out of you…!”

He tried ribbing in some puns, but they didn’t respond. Giggling, he let himself in and locked the gate.

“Thanks for coming as soon as you can, Beppi,” Psy sighed out.

“I cour-JET over here as fast I could…!” he tried again. No response. But there was a tiny giggle from the onion.

“Teehee… Jet…” Weepy sleepily giggled.

“Aaah there it is!” Beppi went over. “I heard a certain Weepy was a little onion…! What happened?”

“I uh… I had a nightmare… And I accidentally woke up my friends and… And the nightmare was so horrible…! There were worms and ladybugs…! And ants…! Oh my gosh, the ants…!”

“Okay okay…! I got it… I can tell this is BUGGING you…!”

Another giggle, Weepy covering his mouth a bit.

“Pffteeheehee…! Thahat’s funny…!”

The other two vegetables smiled happily. This was going well…!

“I got plenty more! But mostly, I want to make sure you smile again. So let’s make that nightmare a dream come true! So… Think. What if the worms were… Gummy worms!”

“Oooh yummy!” Weepy clapped.

“Ooh you like those? I Mike-and-Like them too…!”

Another giggle earned, another step. “So, let’s think…! What would you do if gummy worms came towards you.”

“Um…” Weepy began to theorized. “… They can’t really move. But… If they did… I can just eat them!”

“Yeah! There you go! Now what else, what else, ooh ladybugs! Or were they gentlemenbugs?”

“Eehahaha!! Gentlemenbuhuhuhugs…!”

More laughter earned, Beppi trying ti think.

“So! What if they were… Child bugs? Or maybe ladybugs in dresses!”

“Oooh they would look so pretty!” Weepy gasped.

“O-or…” Moe added in thought. “Instead of ladybugs, they were bees…!”

“Like Rumor?” Weepy asked. “She’s so fun…!”

“Yes, Rumor!” Moe applauded.

“I love her tea,” Psy admitted.

“Then that’s what we will do! We will make-belEAF that the ladybugs are Rumor and her bees!”

Proud of the progress, Beppi went for the final one. “Now… Ants.”

“O-oh dear…” Weepy whimpered, tearing up. However… A thought emerged. “… Maybe aunts? Like… My aunt Passion?”

“Yaaay! Yes!” Beppi patted his head. “You did it! That pesky nightmare won’t bother you anymore…!”

Weepy, more proud than ever, squealed happily.

“Yay! Yes I did it! In fact… I’m going to take a nap! I can do this!”

“We all deserve a nap,” Moe chuckled.

“Thank you again, Beppi,” Psy smiled.

“Call me again if you ever need anything…!” he happily told them.

After an hour, Weepy began to cry, the two groaning.

“Uugghh not again…” Psy whined.

“Well… I know who to call,” Moe offered. “Him offering to help more is a nice jester.”