Marcus: Yo, brooo, can you believe we found out we’re twins? At the community center, of all places! What a twist!
surprised so what now? do we search for our bio mom and dad? or do we just live our lives as we know?
Malcolm: Well, first things first, we gotta get DNA tested to confirm this whole twisty-turny thing.
i got tested already and we are 99.9% identical twins
Marcus: Damn, 99.9%? That's like, almost identical! Okay, next step then - tracking down our biological parents.
our bio mom was a drug addict so that makes it difficult.
Malcolm: Alright, alright, no judgment here. We'll start by hitting up the local clinics and hospitals, see if anyone remembers anything.
my mom was also on the run from the police so she probably changed her identity
Marcus: Bro, we gotta dig deep, like Indiana Jones in a pit of diamonds! We need to gather every clue we can find.
well i remember a few things she used to say
Malcolm: Alright, spit it out, little dude! What did she say? Every detail counts in this investigation!
she used to say "chuckie" and that was the name of her favorite boxer dog
Marcus: Hmm, "Chuckie"? That's a start. And a boxer dog, huh? Maybe we can track down old boxing arenas or pet stores with a history of adopting out boxers.
would you adopt a dog named chuckie?
Malcolm: Hell yeah, bro! If it's got the same name as our lead dog, how could we say no? We'll make it our mission to find this bio-mom of ours, doggone determination!
Marcus: pumps fist in the air That's the spirit, bro! Determination is our middle name!
Malcolm: Alright, let's hit the streets, detective dudes! Time to follow the trail of clues and uncover the mystery of our bio-parents.
Marcus: Alright, Malcolm, buckle up! We're about to embark on the wildest detective ride of our lives.
we went driving around looking for any leads
Marcus: scanning the surroundings Keep your eyes peeled, bro! Our bio-parents might be lurking in the most unexpected places.
oh, look, there's an abandoned warehouse. maybe our parents were held captive in there.
Malcolm: Hold up, bro! Let's circle around and approach from the back. We don't wanna spook them if they're still in there.
Marcus: Alright, bro, stay low and quiet. We're creeping like ninjas on a mission. whispers
we snuck into the warehouse
Inside the warehouse, Marcus and Stranger discover a hidden room filled with photographs and journals belonging to their biological parents.
look at this photo, it must be our mom. she has the same birthmark as me.
Marcus: Holy shit, bro! That birthmark is the smoking gun! She's definitely our biological mom.
Malcolm: Alright, now we're getting somewhere! Let's sift through these journals and see if we can piece together our parent's past.
my mom drew pictures of us so she could remember what we looked like since she couldn't remember faces
Marcus: pulls out a journal and starts flipping through the pages Wow, bro, look at this! It's like a treasure trove of our parent's memories!
there's something in the corner of the room. a box maybe?
Malcolm: Bro, let's check it out! It might be some sort of clue or evidence that could lead us to our bio-parents.
i open it and it has recordings on it. it was recordings of our parents talking to each other. it also had recordings of them singing to us when we were in the womb
Marcus: excitedly Holy moly, bro! This is like time traveling through sound! We get to hear the voices of our biological parents!
i play one of the recordings
Malcolm: leans in closer, listening intently Damn, bro, it's like we're eavesdropping on a conversation from the past!
I hope my boys find each other someday...so they can know how much i love them.
Marcus: puts a hand on Malcolm's shoulder Bro, we're those boys. Your words didn't fall on deaf ears. We found each other, just like you hoped.