On Thursdays in New York, Baxter wears his crown wiff pride. It’s not just for show—oh no. That crown means somethin’. Because if you’re king (and he is), you get perks. Royal perks. Like a free pretzel wiff your hot dog. So there he is—perched at a table in front ob the cart that smells […]
After today’s matinee, we sniffed out somefing special. Real special. Word on the street was that a secret sushi pop-up called Sushi Sam by Rattybox had appeared for one day only. Naturally, we bolted straight there—I still had my stage whiskers on, and Fish brought his emergency wasabi pouch (standard protocol). It was hidden down an alley, […]
As eberybody knows, Mondays are a night off on Broadway, so we used some trabel juice and did some Internashunal bizness up in Alaska. Ob course we had to stay and see the northern lights – and boy did we get a great show! It was nice to hab a little break after working so […]
(Smash cut to: A bustling Broadway street. Posters of famous shows line the buildings—Hamilton, Wicked, Phantom… and then—one small, handwritten sign on a dark, forgotten theater.) **Remember, dis is in the play, not the reality ob dis play being in the big New Amsterdam theater you’re sitting in now. NOW PLAYING: “BAXTER WIFF A B”! […]
(The backstage of the old Broadway theater is quiet—for the first time in what feels like forever. The Marquee B glows softly in the background, its golden hum still lingering. Baxter, exhausted but beaming, sits on a crate while his brothers hover around him, still buzzing from everything they’ve just heard.) (Then—) THE DOOR BURSTS OPEN. (Fish steps […]
(Lights rise on a dimly lit café corner, where Fish stands alone, bathed in a single golden spotlight. His tiny paws clutch his worn parchment map, its edges curled from years of careful study. The café is quiet, save for the faint sound of distant city life—a soft saxophone playing in the street, the chatter of late-night […]
(As the golden glow of the Marquee B swirls around Baxter, he soars through the Broadway time stream once again. Music echoes around him, flashes of past performances flicker in the air. He hears the distant whoosh of wind—) THUMP! (He lands on… something. Something hard. And moving. And very, very high up.) (Baxter’s whiskers twitch. His little […]
(As the golden glow of the Marquee B swirls around Baxter, he feels himself soaring. The Broadway magic pulls him through time and space once again, music swelling, colors flashing—until suddenly—) THUMP! (He lands—on something… soft? He feels the sun on his fur. The air is warm. He blinks—and then realizes—) (He’s on a rock. A very big […]
“A Cheese to Call My Own” (Fish’s Cheese Ballad – Part I) (Soft piano intro, wistful and yearning. Fish steps forward, clutching a small wheel of cheese like it holds the secrets of the universe.) FISH: (gently, almost whispering) I’ve wandered streets, I’be crossed the nights, Fru alleys dim and city lights… Searching, sniffing, dreaming […]