What Going To The Toilet Feels Like This Afternoon

A Letter To Chiquita

Dear Chiquita,

How’s life after filming of Scooby Doo’s Monster Of Mexico? I’ve been told that you’ve been named this way after the brand of bananas that have a spicy fruit hat lady as its mascot when you were born - still, you’re my favourite character in the entire film, and I heard you set up a gang consisting of different dogs.

Their names, as you told me, are Taco, Burrito, Soggy, Cactus, Koko and Baby. Baby’s just a puppy, but you and your gang are never afraid to show your spice. Breakfast from Taco Bell, scratching itchy patches against cacti and using red chilli aftershave to wash yourself every single day. Ah, can life get any better for you? Although, you must’ve had bad scars and scorched armpits from using that red hot chilli aftershave.

I heard you kept in contact with Lady & The Tramp II star Angel due to shared similarities in design. She and Scamp are married and have pups of their own now - I bet their wedding cake tasted of dog treats and bone meat! Ha ha! But still, you spiced it up at the time with some nice Mexican food, like your friend Scooby taught you to eat. You always know how to spice people’s lives up with excitement!

Amor,

Sybil

XXXOOO

"But mum, all you ever say is I Don't Know!" - But You Can Still Love Your Family!

When you feel ungrateful because all your parents ever say is 'I don't know', try to think about how Jeff Tracy, Alan, Brains and Tin Tin loved you as a baby, toddler and child when you were sent to stay over. That way, it can help you connect with your family and appreciate your love for them a whole lot more.

She Loves Me Very Much

- Focuses on the bond between me and Lady Penelope

- Set when I was just a tiny, vulnerable baby

Infertile & Pure

- Helena encounters a fellow crew member

- She is suffering from sudden infertility

The Moment After Birth

The Twelve Photos - Readers get a look at twelve photos which sum up who I am today, from baby to six year old, under the gentle, loving care of Lady Penelope, Parker and their friends from International Rescue. However, the twelfth photo is torn into two, because the moment Lady Penelope gave birth to me was so emotional even thinking about the time she gave birth to me makes her eyes fill with tears. But in this emotional moment, there is a light of hope that can make Penelope happy and thankful again.

A Poem About Being A Newborn By Purple Ronnie

Being a newborn means laziness
It means you're babied a lot more
Lady Penelope likes to care for me
While a warm breeze blows through the door.

New Beginnings

I remember when I was a baby.

I remember when Lady Penelope took care of me.

She was so loving and gentle.

She is like a mother to me.

Yet, she is still my big sister.

She’d cuddle me for hours on end.

She’d tickle me and make me giggle.

She’d whisper reassuring words into my ears.

She’d tell me some soothing stories.

She’d play peekaboo with me.

We’d play hide and seek together.

That was when I learnt to crawl.

When it was breakfast time, she’d feed me porridge.

The porridge tasted very nourishing.

Especially when it has milk in it.

Parker loved me too.

He’d fall asleep in his chair.

He’d wake to me asleep on his lap.

“There’s a little baby on me knees.”

“That baby is my sister, Parker.”

Parker would smile and start tickling me.

He would stroke me too.

Often, he would play games with me.

He would tickle me and pretend to be a little mouse.

But my love was dedicated to my sister.

She was tender and soft towards me.

We always play and spend time together.

She always keeps me protected and safe.

But most of all, she loves to give me a soft hug.

Hugs are my thing.

I love you, Penelope.

“And I love you too, darling.”

I’ll always remember that.

A Fab Declaration

I reminisce about the warm baths and gentle cuddles Penelope always gave me as a baby.

If You Had Wings...

Lady Penelope tells my baby self a story about flying with silky, glittery, colourful wings across the valley.

Soft Feet

The softness of a baby's feet. 

Tired Eyes

Don't cry so, darling. I'm here.

Upstairs Downstairs

Quiet upstairs and noisy downstairs.

Water Baby

The ocean deep is our cradle.