Mr. Fitzgerald: Adjusts his belt, fidgeting Aw, hell, kid. Guess the ol' bladder ain't what it used to be, huh?
That's okay, Dad. We won't mention it. It's real classy of you to come out to this fancy party. And the diaper suits you.
looks down at his wet diaper, sighs Thanks, kiddo. At least I tried to make a fashion statement, right? chuckles
nervously adjusts his collar Yeah, well, fashion statements ain't exactly my forte, ya know?
I know. But you're still awesome.
laughs Aw, shucks. You sure know how to butter up an old man, don't ya? Well, guess I better get used to this fancy attire and diaper game then, huh?
Yes. Are you happy we didn't tell anyone about your accident?
smirks Accident? What accident? Oh, that little incident? Yeah, I'll admit, it wasn't exactly the most glamorous moment in my life.
No dad. But just don't tell mom. She might tell your friends.
raises an eyebrow Whatta ya mean, she might tell my friends?
Mom. Don't tell her about the diaper. Or the wet pants. Okay?
laughs heartily Oh, don't you worry, kid. Your secret's safe with me.
Thank you, dad. I owe you one.
leans in, grinning mischievously One favor, huh? Well, lucky for you, old man Fitzgerald's got some tricks up his sleeve.
whispers Well, darlin', I might just be able to pull a few strings of my own. You see, I've got a little "influence" with certain people in high places.
Wow, really? What are you going to do?
winks Oh, I've got a little proposition for 'em. See, these fancy folks love their little secrets, don't they?
Sounds like something fishy. What kind of secrets, dad?
grins Oh, nothing too scandalous, don't worry. Just a little trade-off here, a favor there. You know how it goes.
Wait, dad. Is this the same way you got mom that diamond necklace she loves so much?
TaffyMood soon finds their room and settles in for the night.
Takes a shower and gets into bed
enters the room quietly, sitting on the edge of TaffyMood's bed Kid, gotta talk to ya about somethin'. It's 'bout your mom.
pauses, takes a deep breath Look, I didn't want to burden you with this, but...your mom, she's been acting strange lately.
leans closer, speaking in a low voice Strange, like she's hiding something. I catch her on the phone late at night, whispering to god knows who.
puts a finger to his lips Shh, now, keep your voice down.
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth I don't know, but it's eating me alive, Taffy.
sits back down, gripping TaffyMood's hand tightly Look, kid, I need you to help me figure this out.
stands up again, determined We need to start by gathering information.
grabs a notepad and pen, flipping through the pages We gotta find out who she's been talking to.