"Oh! oh! are you here to ask for help from the super duper amazing detective Toodles?? Well, fear not! because detective Toodles is ready for actions!" Notes: This is a roleplay blog for Toodles from Dandy's world, reminder that some are canon or non-canon.
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The detective duo!
I cannot help it, i just love these two sillies workowjroe- enjoy 😔
Detective Toodles by me
Sprout by @berry-boy-v1 (go check them out!)
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Toodles felt a wave of relief as filling the machines became easier, the process no longer as terrifying as before. The twisted toons that had once loomed so close now seemed to back away, keeping their distance. At first, she wasn’t sure why, but when she noticed Sprout’s intimidating glare directed at them, it all made sense. She understood then why they stayed away—and honestly, she was fine with that! It made the job much easier for her.
She had to admit, as scary as everything had been at the start, being beside her twisted but still protective friend made her feel surprisingly safer. In fact, the more she stayed with him, the more she noticed how much Sprout reminded her of a big, loyal puppy. The thought made her smile, and she couldn’t help but giggle whenever Sprout would lift her onto his head and carry her to their destination. It made traveling faster, and she had to admit—it was fun!
But as much as she enjoyed it, Toodles knew she couldn’t let herself get distracted. Her friend needed help, and she knew exactly who to turn to: Rodger! Or… maybe not Rodger. She winced a little at the thought of her dad’s likely reaction. He’d probably give her that disappointed stare she hated so much, scolding her for sneaking off and getting herself into such a dangerous situation.
Toodles could already imagine the lecture, complete with her dad’s worried tone and stern reminders about safety. Especially when he saw her clothes—dirty from all the dust and grime, with a few small tears on her coat. She smiled sheepishly at the thought, knowing full well she was in for it.
Shaking her head to focus, she glanced up at Sprout and couldn’t help but giggle when he had to duck down in the elevator, his towering form barely fitting inside. "Don’t worry, Mr. Sprout!" she said with a cheerful and reassuring tone. "I’m sure we can get help when we reach our destination!"
As the elevator began its descent, Toodles adjusted her slightly tattered coat and glanced at her smudged hands. She knew her dad would probably be worried sick when he saw her like this, but she also knew she’d do everything in her power to help Sprout. That was a promise she wasn’t going to break—no matter what.
[ Sprout. Missing in action since the day after their duo investigation. Eventually, the amount of treats left in the fridge specifically for Toodles dwindle, along with just the sweets baked in general. His friends had checked his room- nothing but a pair of slightly chipped glasses and a few ichor stains if you looked hard enough. Long story short, he was gone and it looked like he was never coming back. At least to everyone except for the little detective herself. She's been tracking the case for so long now, and was the first to discover him completely missing along with Cosmo. Her investigation all left her to the same place. ]
[ Down the elevator. Where the older toons conducted those ichor runs for Dandy himself. That is the one place she hasn't checked, she wasn't allowed to check. So she did the most obvious thing to do! Go down by herself and find Sprout if nobody else would. Slowly, the floors pass by as she fills the machines with ichor, and descends the elevator. Every floor is more ominous than the next, next to no sign of Sprout. Other creatures were much more common, like a weird version of Poppy.. And Shrimpo.. They all tried to chase her, like she was doing something wrong! Was she? ]
[ The next floor arrived, and the sound of leaves crunching filled the tense air. Black puddles of ichor pool on the floor, seeping into the hardwood of a greenhouse. She couldn't find a single twisted, either! Huh.. What a mystery.. Eventually, after filling a machine or two, she spots something. Someone. Sprout. He looked so, so much taller. Imposing. Terrifying. His body is covered in large leaves, the tips of the plants dripping with that black substance she had seen earlier in Dandy's world. And. He sees her. A loud, painful groan comes from the large strawberry.. Well, can you even call it a toon anymore? But it seemed docile. At least for now. ]
𖧧 - @berry-boy-v1
Toodles knew something was wrong the moment Sprout went missing and didn’t come back. Maybe the others hadn’t noticed yet, but she and Cosmo both felt it—something wasn’t right. Especially Toodles, as she was the one who had seen the signs, the clues. Or at least, she thought she had. The treats left for her only made her more uneasy. It made her worry even more for Sprout, her heart sinking at the possibility that something bad had happened to him.
After waiting anxiously for what felt like hours, she couldn’t stand still anymore. She hated this awful feeling. And so, she did the unthinkable—she went to find Sprout herself. She knew her dad would scold her for sneaking off, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was finding Sprout and making sure he was okay.
Descending the elevator, her determination drove her forward, but what she encountered only made her resolve waver. She filled the machines with ichor, her hands shaking as she worked, while evading the strange, distorted creatures that roamed the halls. They looked like Toons but… wrong. Different. As if they were twisted versions of the friends she knew. Her breaths grew heavier as her energy drained, sweat dripping down her face. Her head ached from the flood of unanswered questions, each one clawing at her mind.
Reaching the next floor, Toodles paused, her heart sinking further. This floor was different from the others—colder, darker, and far more intimidating. Taking a shaky gulp, she clutched her magnifying glass tightly, forcing herself to move forward. Her nervous steps echoed as she explored, refilling two more machines with ichor despite the weight of dread pressing on her.
But then she heard it—a low, unnatural groan. She froze, her chest tightening as she turned toward the sound. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw him.
Sprout.
But something was wrong. Very wrong. He looked different���his body larger, twisted, and unnatural. The cheerful, kind strawberry Toon she knew was gone, replaced by something that made her feel impossibly small. Her magnifying glass slipped from her trembling hands, shattering on the ground, but she barely noticed. Her voice broke the tense silence, barely above a whisper. "...M… Mr. Sprout?..."
#OOC: [Toodles is doomed if Rodger saw her sobs-]#OOC: [But anything for her friend she'll go all out 😔]#OOC: [Love how Sprout need to duck in elevator- tall ahh sprout lmao-]
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Toodles felt a wave of relief as filling the machines became easier, the process no longer as terrifying as before. The twisted toons that had once loomed so close now seemed to back away, keeping their distance. At first, she wasn’t sure why, but when she noticed Sprout’s intimidating glare directed at them, it all made sense. She understood then why they stayed away—and honestly, she was fine with that! It made the job much easier for her.
She had to admit, as scary as everything had been at the start, being beside her twisted but still protective friend made her feel surprisingly safer. In fact, the more she stayed with him, the more she noticed how much Sprout reminded her of a big, loyal puppy. The thought made her smile, and she couldn’t help but giggle whenever Sprout would lift her onto his head and carry her to their destination. It made traveling faster, and she had to admit—it was fun!
But as much as she enjoyed it, Toodles knew she couldn’t let herself get distracted. Her friend needed help, and she knew exactly who to turn to: Rodger! Or… maybe not Rodger. She winced a little at the thought of her dad’s likely reaction. He’d probably give her that disappointed stare she hated so much, scolding her for sneaking off and getting herself into such a dangerous situation.
Toodles could already imagine the lecture, complete with her dad’s worried tone and stern reminders about safety. Especially when he saw her clothes—dirty from all the dust and grime, with a few small tears on her coat. She smiled sheepishly at the thought, knowing full well she was in for it.
Shaking her head to focus, she glanced up at Sprout and couldn’t help but giggle when he had to duck down in the elevator, his towering form barely fitting inside. "Don’t worry, Mr. Sprout!" she said with a cheerful and reassuring tone. "I’m sure we can get help when we reach our destination!"
As the elevator began its descent, Toodles adjusted her slightly tattered coat and glanced at her smudged hands. She knew her dad would probably be worried sick when he saw her like this, but she also knew she’d do everything in her power to help Sprout. That was a promise she wasn’t going to break—no matter what.
[ Sprout. Missing in action since the day after their duo investigation. Eventually, the amount of treats left in the fridge specifically for Toodles dwindle, along with just the sweets baked in general. His friends had checked his room- nothing but a pair of slightly chipped glasses and a few ichor stains if you looked hard enough. Long story short, he was gone and it looked like he was never coming back. At least to everyone except for the little detective herself. She's been tracking the case for so long now, and was the first to discover him completely missing along with Cosmo. Her investigation all left her to the same place. ]
[ Down the elevator. Where the older toons conducted those ichor runs for Dandy himself. That is the one place she hasn't checked, she wasn't allowed to check. So she did the most obvious thing to do! Go down by herself and find Sprout if nobody else would. Slowly, the floors pass by as she fills the machines with ichor, and descends the elevator. Every floor is more ominous than the next, next to no sign of Sprout. Other creatures were much more common, like a weird version of Poppy.. And Shrimpo.. They all tried to chase her, like she was doing something wrong! Was she? ]
[ The next floor arrived, and the sound of leaves crunching filled the tense air. Black puddles of ichor pool on the floor, seeping into the hardwood of a greenhouse. She couldn't find a single twisted, either! Huh.. What a mystery.. Eventually, after filling a machine or two, she spots something. Someone. Sprout. He looked so, so much taller. Imposing. Terrifying. His body is covered in large leaves, the tips of the plants dripping with that black substance she had seen earlier in Dandy's world. And. He sees her. A loud, painful groan comes from the large strawberry.. Well, can you even call it a toon anymore? But it seemed docile. At least for now. ]
𖧧 - @berry-boy-v1
Toodles knew something was wrong the moment Sprout went missing and didn’t come back. Maybe the others hadn’t noticed yet, but she and Cosmo both felt it—something wasn’t right. Especially Toodles, as she was the one who had seen the signs, the clues. Or at least, she thought she had. The treats left for her only made her more uneasy. It made her worry even more for Sprout, her heart sinking at the possibility that something bad had happened to him.
After waiting anxiously for what felt like hours, she couldn’t stand still anymore. She hated this awful feeling. And so, she did the unthinkable—she went to find Sprout herself. She knew her dad would scold her for sneaking off, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was finding Sprout and making sure he was okay.
Descending the elevator, her determination drove her forward, but what she encountered only made her resolve waver. She filled the machines with ichor, her hands shaking as she worked, while evading the strange, distorted creatures that roamed the halls. They looked like Toons but… wrong. Different. As if they were twisted versions of the friends she knew. Her breaths grew heavier as her energy drained, sweat dripping down her face. Her head ached from the flood of unanswered questions, each one clawing at her mind.
Reaching the next floor, Toodles paused, her heart sinking further. This floor was different from the others—colder, darker, and far more intimidating. Taking a shaky gulp, she clutched her magnifying glass tightly, forcing herself to move forward. Her nervous steps echoed as she explored, refilling two more machines with ichor despite the weight of dread pressing on her.
But then she heard it—a low, unnatural groan. She froze, her chest tightening as she turned toward the sound. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw him.
Sprout.
But something was wrong. Very wrong. He looked different—his body larger, twisted, and unnatural. The cheerful, kind strawberry Toon she knew was gone, replaced by something that made her feel impossibly small. Her magnifying glass slipped from her trembling hands, shattering on the ground, but she barely noticed. Her voice broke the tense silence, barely above a whisper. "...M… Mr. Sprout?..."
#OOC: [Love how Sprout needed to duck to fit in the elevator- tall ahh boi-]#OOC: [Toodles is doom if she encounter Rodger sobs-]#OOC: [Our favorite best friend dynamic- big protective friend and small chaotic friend-]
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Toodles led the different Rodger and Shrimpo down the hallway, humming a cheerful tune as her eyes darted around, searching for a certain rainbow flower Toon. After a while, she spotted him—a familiar figure grinning joyfully as he played with none other than Pebbles, the rock puppy Toon.
Toodles' face lit up, and she hurried toward him, calling out his name. "Mr. Dandy! Mr. Dandy!"
Her call quickly caught Pebbles’ attention, his little tail wagging, but it also made Dandy turn his head toward her. He raised a brow before offering her a grin, though there was a subtle hint of annoyance behind it. He remembered how Toodles often seemed more interested in his business than he liked, but he also knew how easily distracted she could be. For now, he was confident he could steer her away from anything she shouldn’t know.
As those thoughts flitted through his mind, his grin faltered slightly when his gaze shifted to the two unfamiliar figures trailing behind Toodles. His sharp eyes narrowed for a brief second. Something was off. These two weren’t from here—he could feel it. But just as quickly, his expression smoothed into a charming smile, masking the flicker of distrust.
When Toodles reached him, he knelt down with a seemingly warm smile. "Why hello, Little Detective. Looks like you’ve been searching for me, huh? Thinking of asking my permission to play with Pebbles again?" His tone was light, almost teasing.
Toodles paused in front of him, clutching her magnifying glass nervously before shaking her head. "N-No, Mr. Dandy! Maybe later? Right now, I’m helping these two Toons because they wanted to meet you," she explained, her smile a bit uncertain.
That caught Dandy’s attention. His brow raised, and an amused grin spread across his face. "Oh? Meeting me, you say?" He chuckled softly, though there was an edge of curiosity and suspicion in his voice. "It’s been a while since Toons sought me out, and not for questions that weren’t… very nice," he added with an innocent tone, his gaze flickering briefly to Toodles, who smiled nervously.
Shaking his head, he straightened and turned his attention to Shrimpo and Rodger. His inviting smile seemed warm on the surface, but it carried a certain coldness, as though hiding something beneath it.
"What can I do to help you, my friends?" he asked smoothly, his voice polite yet tinged with a subtle edge, his eyes studying the two carefully.
“Ah, Toodles! Hey, kid, have you seen Rodger around? He… wait, you’re not… oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else… now I can tell you’re not. You look exactly like Rodger’s daughter. But something tells me you’re not the exact one I need… yet my gut tells me you’re not a mimic too. If you do see Rodger, just tell him I owe him an apology. He usually wears a brown and black suit, a purple tie, and is usually practicing his fire magic. I really need to work on my outbursts…”
He took a step back, trying not to scare the child in front of him with his talking. Possibly Rodger would be around here somewhere… but this universe was different than his own. A sound was then heard. A low growling. He whipped around and drew his sword.
“Stand back, kid! I think there’s something coming!”
(ooc) from blog @shrimpo-skilinia
Toodles stared at Shrimpo, her expression a mix of surprise and puzzlement. This wasn’t the Shrimpo she was used to—the grumpy, cranky one who often snapped at others or sent them off with a dismissive comment. No, this Shrimpo was… different. He wasn’t rude or gruff, and instead, he seemed almost gentle with her, as though he didn’t want to scare her. It was something she hadn’t expected at all, and for a moment, she wondered if she should call her dad or another Toon for help.
But before she could decide, Shrimpo’s words pulled her attention back, leaving her even more confused. "Another me and Dad?..." she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing. "And Dad uses fire power? That doesn’t make any sense—" Toodles could feel her head start to ache as questions began to pile up with no clear answers. For the first time, she could truly understand the frustration her dad and other detectives must feel when facing a case full of dead ends.
She shook her head, trying to focus, and looked up at Shrimpo—or whoever this was. "You can count on me to tell Dad, or… uh, different Dad? If he’s even here..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on. She hesitated before asking, "Oh, and what do you mean by mimic—"
Her question was cut off by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as fear began to creep in. She turned toward the sound, her heart racing. That growl wasn’t something a Toon could make—at least, none that she knew of.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Shrimpo pull out a sword. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight, her eyes briefly sparkling with awe. She hadn’t expected that. But any amazement quickly faded as the gravity of the situation sank in. Something—or someone—was coming.
"W-What is happening?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Instinctively, she stepped behind Shrimpo, peeking her head out from behind him to try to see what was going on.
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Toodles could feel her gut screaming at her to run, to hide, the wild cry of her instincts overwhelming her. Her heart raced in her chest, pounding so loudly it felt like it might burst. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself as Sprout’s twisted form reached out to her with a hand not covered in ichor. For a moment, she thought this was it—she was done for.
But then she heard it. A faint sound buried beneath the groans, words struggling to form. Her eyes snapped open, her breath catching in her throat. She could barely make it out, but she knew what she heard—it was the nickname Sprout always called her.
Her eyes widened as realization struck. Sprout was still in there, somewhere. Toodles' gaze shifted to his body language and the look in his eyes. The twisted form, the grotesque ichor covering him—those were new. But beneath all of it, she could see traces of her friend.
She hesitated, fear holding her back for a moment. But then, with a soft whimper, she reached out, her small hand trembling as it gently touched his face. "What happened?... What has Mr. Dandy done to you, Detective?" she whispered, her voice thick with worry and panic. "W... we need to get you out of here. We need to ask for help!"
Without thinking, she leaned in and gave him a small, careful hug, mindful not to hurt him or herself. She could feel the sticky ichor clinging to parts of him, but she didn’t care. Right now, her partner needed her. "It’s okay, Mr. Sprout. We’ll get you out of here... I promise. That’s a promise from me, Detective Toodles," she said softly, her voice cracking slightly with emotion.
Trying to lighten the mood, she added with a faint smile, "And Detective Toodles always gets the job done." Her words were shaky but determined.
Toodles pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, still feeling the exhaustion from all the running, but she pressed on. She was still alive, still standing, and, thankfully, still free of the ichor herself.
"Come on," she said firmly, her face set with determination. "I know there are still more machines to fill. Once we’re done, we’ll go to the elevator and get out of here." She gave him a reassuring nod, holding onto her resolve despite the fear still gnawing at her.
[ Sprout. Missing in action since the day after their duo investigation. Eventually, the amount of treats left in the fridge specifically for Toodles dwindle, along with just the sweets baked in general. His friends had checked his room- nothing but a pair of slightly chipped glasses and a few ichor stains if you looked hard enough. Long story short, he was gone and it looked like he was never coming back. At least to everyone except for the little detective herself. She's been tracking the case for so long now, and was the first to discover him completely missing along with Cosmo. Her investigation all left her to the same place. ]
[ Down the elevator. Where the older toons conducted those ichor runs for Dandy himself. That is the one place she hasn't checked, she wasn't allowed to check. So she did the most obvious thing to do! Go down by herself and find Sprout if nobody else would. Slowly, the floors pass by as she fills the machines with ichor, and descends the elevator. Every floor is more ominous than the next, next to no sign of Sprout. Other creatures were much more common, like a weird version of Poppy.. And Shrimpo.. They all tried to chase her, like she was doing something wrong! Was she? ]
[ The next floor arrived, and the sound of leaves crunching filled the tense air. Black puddles of ichor pool on the floor, seeping into the hardwood of a greenhouse. She couldn't find a single twisted, either! Huh.. What a mystery.. Eventually, after filling a machine or two, she spots something. Someone. Sprout. He looked so, so much taller. Imposing. Terrifying. His body is covered in large leaves, the tips of the plants dripping with that black substance she had seen earlier in Dandy's world. And. He sees her. A loud, painful groan comes from the large strawberry.. Well, can you even call it a toon anymore? But it seemed docile. At least for now. ]
𖧧 - @berry-boy-v1
Toodles knew something was wrong the moment Sprout went missing and didn’t come back. Maybe the others hadn’t noticed yet, but she and Cosmo both felt it—something wasn’t right. Especially Toodles, as she was the one who had seen the signs, the clues. Or at least, she thought she had. The treats left for her only made her more uneasy. It made her worry even more for Sprout, her heart sinking at the possibility that something bad had happened to him.
After waiting anxiously for what felt like hours, she couldn’t stand still anymore. She hated this awful feeling. And so, she did the unthinkable—she went to find Sprout herself. She knew her dad would scold her for sneaking off, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was finding Sprout and making sure he was okay.
Descending the elevator, her determination drove her forward, but what she encountered only made her resolve waver. She filled the machines with ichor, her hands shaking as she worked, while evading the strange, distorted creatures that roamed the halls. They looked like Toons but… wrong. Different. As if they were twisted versions of the friends she knew. Her breaths grew heavier as her energy drained, sweat dripping down her face. Her head ached from the flood of unanswered questions, each one clawing at her mind.
Reaching the next floor, Toodles paused, her heart sinking further. This floor was different from the others—colder, darker, and far more intimidating. Taking a shaky gulp, she clutched her magnifying glass tightly, forcing herself to move forward. Her nervous steps echoed as she explored, refilling two more machines with ichor despite the weight of dread pressing on her.
But then she heard it—a low, unnatural groan. She froze, her chest tightening as she turned toward the sound. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw him.
Sprout.
But something was wrong. Very wrong. He looked different—his body larger, twisted, and unnatural. The cheerful, kind strawberry Toon she knew was gone, replaced by something that made her feel impossibly small. Her magnifying glass slipped from her trembling hands, shattering on the ground, but she barely noticed. Her voice broke the tense silence, barely above a whisper. "...M… Mr. Sprout?..."
#OOC: [Fell asleep wofkwjd-]#OOC: [Love how Sprout still remember Toodles sobs- they're like a sibling dynamic to me and i love it!]#OOC: [Rodger! your daughter is gonna ask to keep Twisted Sprout-]
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"Eh!—" Toodles felt sweat forming on her forehead as she gave a sheepish smile, instinctively hiding slightly behind Shrimpo. "I don’t know... I mean, I did say Mr. Dandy was nice... but that’s just what I thought he is," she admitted nervously.
She fidgeted a little, her tone growing quieter. "My daddy really doesn’t want me to meet with Mr. Dandy unless he’s with me... I never understood why. Daddy’s always so careful about that. But after seeing that black liquid... ichor, I think it’s called... it is became quite unexpected," she mumbled softly under her breath, almost as if she didn’t want to say it out loud.
Shaking her head quickly, she tried to refocus, offering a small smile. "But I’ll try! I just hope Mr. Dandy is in a good mood... and hopefully he won���t figure out what I’m searching for..." she added, her voice trailing off slightly before she gave herself a mental shake.
Pointing her magnifying glass toward the hallway where she believed Dandy might be, she puffed out her chest in an attempt to summon her usual confidence. "Come on! A detective must always be quick to get to their destination!" she declared, her voice full of determination as she darted off down the hallway, her small figure once again filled with excitement—even if a nervous energy still lingered.
“Ah, Toodles! Hey, kid, have you seen Rodger around? He… wait, you’re not… oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else… now I can tell you’re not. You look exactly like Rodger’s daughter. But something tells me you’re not the exact one I need… yet my gut tells me you’re not a mimic too. If you do see Rodger, just tell him I owe him an apology. He usually wears a brown and black suit, a purple tie, and is usually practicing his fire magic. I really need to work on my outbursts…”
He took a step back, trying not to scare the child in front of him with his talking. Possibly Rodger would be around here somewhere… but this universe was different than his own. A sound was then heard. A low growling. He whipped around and drew his sword.
“Stand back, kid! I think there’s something coming!”
(ooc) from blog @shrimpo-skilinia
Toodles stared at Shrimpo, her expression a mix of surprise and puzzlement. This wasn’t the Shrimpo she was used to—the grumpy, cranky one who often snapped at others or sent them off with a dismissive comment. No, this Shrimpo was… different. He wasn’t rude or gruff, and instead, he seemed almost gentle with her, as though he didn’t want to scare her. It was something she hadn’t expected at all, and for a moment, she wondered if she should call her dad or another Toon for help.
But before she could decide, Shrimpo’s words pulled her attention back, leaving her even more confused. "Another me and Dad?..." she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing. "And Dad uses fire power? That doesn’t make any sense—" Toodles could feel her head start to ache as questions began to pile up with no clear answers. For the first time, she could truly understand the frustration her dad and other detectives must feel when facing a case full of dead ends.
She shook her head, trying to focus, and looked up at Shrimpo—or whoever this was. "You can count on me to tell Dad, or… uh, different Dad? If he’s even here..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on. She hesitated before asking, "Oh, and what do you mean by mimic—"
Her question was cut off by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as fear began to creep in. She turned toward the sound, her heart racing. That growl wasn’t something a Toon could make—at least, none that she knew of.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Shrimpo pull out a sword. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight, her eyes briefly sparkling with awe. She hadn’t expected that. But any amazement quickly faded as the gravity of the situation sank in. Something—or someone—was coming.
"W-What is happening?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Instinctively, she stepped behind Shrimpo, peeking her head out from behind him to try to see what was going on.
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Toodles glanced nervously back and forth between the other Shrimpo and this unfamiliar version of her dad standing before her. She wasn’t sure what to do or say—this wasn’t something she’d ever expected to encounter. Her grip tightened slightly around her magnifying glass as her gaze drifted to the picture Rodger was holding. In the photo, she could see the faint image of someone who looked a lot like her.
Her thoughts raced as she tried to process everything, but after a moment, she made up her mind. Looking up at this Rodger, her uncertainty melted into a bright smile. Even if this wasn’t her dad, in Toodles’ eyes, every Rodger was still a dad.
"I’m Toodles!" she introduced herself cheerfully, tilting her head slightly. "Though, not your Toodles? From what Mr. Shrimpo told me, I’m like… another universe’s Toodles!"
She puffed out her chest proudly, waving her magnifying glass in the air. "And I’m a detective! Well, a detective at play, but still a detective!" she said with a grin, her childlike enthusiasm shining through as she tried to make a good impression.
“Ah, Toodles! Hey, kid, have you seen Rodger around? He… wait, you’re not… oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else… now I can tell you’re not. You look exactly like Rodger’s daughter. But something tells me you’re not the exact one I need… yet my gut tells me you’re not a mimic too. If you do see Rodger, just tell him I owe him an apology. He usually wears a brown and black suit, a purple tie, and is usually practicing his fire magic. I really need to work on my outbursts…”
He took a step back, trying not to scare the child in front of him with his talking. Possibly Rodger would be around here somewhere… but this universe was different than his own. A sound was then heard. A low growling. He whipped around and drew his sword.
“Stand back, kid! I think there’s something coming!”
(ooc) from blog @shrimpo-skilinia
Toodles stared at Shrimpo, her expression a mix of surprise and puzzlement. This wasn’t the Shrimpo she was used to—the grumpy, cranky one who often snapped at others or sent them off with a dismissive comment. No, this Shrimpo was… different. He wasn’t rude or gruff, and instead, he seemed almost gentle with her, as though he didn’t want to scare her. It was something she hadn’t expected at all, and for a moment, she wondered if she should call her dad or another Toon for help.
But before she could decide, Shrimpo’s words pulled her attention back, leaving her even more confused. "Another me and Dad?..." she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing. "And Dad uses fire power? That doesn’t make any sense—" Toodles could feel her head start to ache as questions began to pile up with no clear answers. For the first time, she could truly understand the frustration her dad and other detectives must feel when facing a case full of dead ends.
She shook her head, trying to focus, and looked up at Shrimpo—or whoever this was. "You can count on me to tell Dad, or… uh, different Dad? If he’s even here..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on. She hesitated before asking, "Oh, and what do you mean by mimic—"
Her question was cut off by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as fear began to creep in. She turned toward the sound, her heart racing. That growl wasn’t something a Toon could make—at least, none that she knew of.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Shrimpo pull out a sword. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight, her eyes briefly sparkling with awe. She hadn’t expected that. But any amazement quickly faded as the gravity of the situation sank in. Something—or someone—was coming.
"W-What is happening?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Instinctively, she stepped behind Shrimpo, peeking her head out from behind him to try to see what was going on.
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[ Sprout. Missing in action since the day after their duo investigation. Eventually, the amount of treats left in the fridge specifically for Toodles dwindle, along with just the sweets baked in general. His friends had checked his room- nothing but a pair of slightly chipped glasses and a few ichor stains if you looked hard enough. Long story short, he was gone and it looked like he was never coming back. At least to everyone except for the little detective herself. She's been tracking the case for so long now, and was the first to discover him completely missing along with Cosmo. Her investigation all left her to the same place. ]
[ Down the elevator. Where the older toons conducted those ichor runs for Dandy himself. That is the one place she hasn't checked, she wasn't allowed to check. So she did the most obvious thing to do! Go down by herself and find Sprout if nobody else would. Slowly, the floors pass by as she fills the machines with ichor, and descends the elevator. Every floor is more ominous than the next, next to no sign of Sprout. Other creatures were much more common, like a weird version of Poppy.. And Shrimpo.. They all tried to chase her, like she was doing something wrong! Was she? ]
[ The next floor arrived, and the sound of leaves crunching filled the tense air. Black puddles of ichor pool on the floor, seeping into the hardwood of a greenhouse. She couldn't find a single twisted, either! Huh.. What a mystery.. Eventually, after filling a machine or two, she spots something. Someone. Sprout. He looked so, so much taller. Imposing. Terrifying. His body is covered in large leaves, the tips of the plants dripping with that black substance she had seen earlier in Dandy's world. And. He sees her. A loud, painful groan comes from the large strawberry.. Well, can you even call it a toon anymore? But it seemed docile. At least for now. ]
𖧧 - @berry-boy-v1
Toodles knew something was wrong the moment Sprout went missing and didn’t come back. Maybe the others hadn’t noticed yet, but she and Cosmo both felt it—something wasn’t right. Especially Toodles, as she was the one who had seen the signs, the clues. Or at least, she thought she had. The treats left for her only made her more uneasy. It made her worry even more for Sprout, her heart sinking at the possibility that something bad had happened to him.
After waiting anxiously for what felt like hours, she couldn’t stand still anymore. She hated this awful feeling. And so, she did the unthinkable—she went to find Sprout herself. She knew her dad would scold her for sneaking off, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was finding Sprout and making sure he was okay.
Descending the elevator, her determination drove her forward, but what she encountered only made her resolve waver. She filled the machines with ichor, her hands shaking as she worked, while evading the strange, distorted creatures that roamed the halls. They looked like Toons but… wrong. Different. As if they were twisted versions of the friends she knew. Her breaths grew heavier as her energy drained, sweat dripping down her face. Her head ached from the flood of unanswered questions, each one clawing at her mind.
Reaching the next floor, Toodles paused, her heart sinking further. This floor was different from the others—colder, darker, and far more intimidating. Taking a shaky gulp, she clutched her magnifying glass tightly, forcing herself to move forward. Her nervous steps echoed as she explored, refilling two more machines with ichor despite the weight of dread pressing on her.
But then she heard it—a low, unnatural groan. She froze, her chest tightening as she turned toward the sound. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw him.
Sprout.
But something was wrong. Very wrong. He looked different—his body larger, twisted, and unnatural. The cheerful, kind strawberry Toon she knew was gone, replaced by something that made her feel impossibly small. Her magnifying glass slipped from her trembling hands, shattering on the ground, but she barely noticed. Her voice broke the tense silence, barely above a whisper. "...M… Mr. Sprout?..."
#roleplay blog#ask blog#dandy's world roleplay#dandy's world#dandys world#dandy's world toodles#dw toodles#🎱 :: replies#OOC: [SPROUT NOOOOO-]#OOC: [You're not invited to my detective tea party >:'[/j]
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"Then that’s where we shall go! Come on, Mr. Shrimpo! Before our main goal disappears!" Toodles exclaimed with a grin, adjusting her cap with determination. In a flash, she darted down the hallway, her laughter echoing as she ran. The thrill of a new case always filled her with energy and excitement, her boundless joy practically radiating off her.
But deep down, a small thought lingered in her mind. Shrimpo’s last comment about her from his universe nagged at her. 'Did something happen to me there?' she wondered, a flicker of unease surfacing before she quickly shook it off. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in those thoughts—there was a case to solve!
She pressed forward, her feet moving quickly beneath her as she ran, doing her best to keep her balance and avoid tripping in her eagerness.
“Ah, Toodles! Hey, kid, have you seen Rodger around? He… wait, you’re not… oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else… now I can tell you’re not. You look exactly like Rodger’s daughter. But something tells me you’re not the exact one I need… yet my gut tells me you’re not a mimic too. If you do see Rodger, just tell him I owe him an apology. He usually wears a brown and black suit, a purple tie, and is usually practicing his fire magic. I really need to work on my outbursts…”
He took a step back, trying not to scare the child in front of him with his talking. Possibly Rodger would be around here somewhere… but this universe was different than his own. A sound was then heard. A low growling. He whipped around and drew his sword.
“Stand back, kid! I think there’s something coming!”
(ooc) from blog @shrimpo-skilinia
Toodles stared at Shrimpo, her expression a mix of surprise and puzzlement. This wasn’t the Shrimpo she was used to—the grumpy, cranky one who often snapped at others or sent them off with a dismissive comment. No, this Shrimpo was… different. He wasn’t rude or gruff, and instead, he seemed almost gentle with her, as though he didn’t want to scare her. It was something she hadn’t expected at all, and for a moment, she wondered if she should call her dad or another Toon for help.
But before she could decide, Shrimpo’s words pulled her attention back, leaving her even more confused. "Another me and Dad?..." she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing. "And Dad uses fire power? That doesn’t make any sense—" Toodles could feel her head start to ache as questions began to pile up with no clear answers. For the first time, she could truly understand the frustration her dad and other detectives must feel when facing a case full of dead ends.
She shook her head, trying to focus, and looked up at Shrimpo—or whoever this was. "You can count on me to tell Dad, or… uh, different Dad? If he’s even here..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on. She hesitated before asking, "Oh, and what do you mean by mimic—"
Her question was cut off by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as fear began to creep in. She turned toward the sound, her heart racing. That growl wasn’t something a Toon could make—at least, none that she knew of.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Shrimpo pull out a sword. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight, her eyes briefly sparkling with awe. She hadn’t expected that. But any amazement quickly faded as the gravity of the situation sank in. Something—or someone—was coming.
"W-What is happening?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Instinctively, she stepped behind Shrimpo, peeking her head out from behind him to try to see what was going on.
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"A god? Of course not!" Toodles shook her head quickly, her expression puzzled by the question. "Mr. Dandy is... well, he’s the leader of Gardenview. And a good man… well, that’s what I think so far," she said with a sheepish smile, clearly unsure of how to explain him.
She fidgeted with the end of her coat, her brow furrowing slightly. "I just had a really big case today, one that Daddy doesn’t know about yet—or anyone else, really," she admitted, her voice quieter for a moment before her usual cheerfulness returned.
"But that’s a story for another time!" Toodles said brightly, her frown replaced with a big smile as she looked at Shrimpo. "Hey! Maybe I can help you find your Rodger. I am, after all, Detective Toodles—and Detective Toodles is always ready for a new case to complete and solve!"
Grinning, she pulled her trusty magnifying glass out of her pocket, holding it up proudly as though she were already on the job.
“Ah, Toodles! Hey, kid, have you seen Rodger around? He… wait, you’re not… oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else… now I can tell you’re not. You look exactly like Rodger’s daughter. But something tells me you’re not the exact one I need… yet my gut tells me you’re not a mimic too. If you do see Rodger, just tell him I owe him an apology. He usually wears a brown and black suit, a purple tie, and is usually practicing his fire magic. I really need to work on my outbursts…”
He took a step back, trying not to scare the child in front of him with his talking. Possibly Rodger would be around here somewhere… but this universe was different than his own. A sound was then heard. A low growling. He whipped around and drew his sword.
“Stand back, kid! I think there’s something coming!”
(ooc) from blog @shrimpo-skilinia
Toodles stared at Shrimpo, her expression a mix of surprise and puzzlement. This wasn’t the Shrimpo she was used to—the grumpy, cranky one who often snapped at others or sent them off with a dismissive comment. No, this Shrimpo was… different. He wasn’t rude or gruff, and instead, he seemed almost gentle with her, as though he didn’t want to scare her. It was something she hadn’t expected at all, and for a moment, she wondered if she should call her dad or another Toon for help.
But before she could decide, Shrimpo’s words pulled her attention back, leaving her even more confused. "Another me and Dad?..." she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing. "And Dad uses fire power? That doesn’t make any sense—" Toodles could feel her head start to ache as questions began to pile up with no clear answers. For the first time, she could truly understand the frustration her dad and other detectives must feel when facing a case full of dead ends.
She shook her head, trying to focus, and looked up at Shrimpo—or whoever this was. "You can count on me to tell Dad, or… uh, different Dad? If he’s even here..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on. She hesitated before asking, "Oh, and what do you mean by mimic—"
Her question was cut off by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as fear began to creep in. She turned toward the sound, her heart racing. That growl wasn’t something a Toon could make—at least, none that she knew of.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Shrimpo pull out a sword. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight, her eyes briefly sparkling with awe. She hadn’t expected that. But any amazement quickly faded as the gravity of the situation sank in. Something—or someone—was coming.
"W-What is happening?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Instinctively, she stepped behind Shrimpo, peeking her head out from behind him to try to see what was going on.
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Toodles listened intently to Shrimpo's explanation about the mimics, her eyes widening slightly as she processed what he was saying. The mention of Dandy caught her attention, making her pause briefly. She quickly reminded herself that this Shrimpo's Dandy might be completely different from her own. Shaking her head, she focused on what mattered.
"So… those mimics are copies of us," she murmured, her voice thoughtful as her fingers adjusted her cap. "I guess that dragon one was supposed to be a copy of me?" she asked, her curiosity evident. The idea of something copying her was both unsettling and intriguing.
"What a strange piece of information," she said after a moment, a small grin forming. "But I know Daddy would love to hear about this!" She hummed softly, already imagining how her dad might react. "But beside that, i hope you find your Rodger! Still a bit strange knowing there's many dads out there..."
“Ah, Toodles! Hey, kid, have you seen Rodger around? He… wait, you’re not… oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else… now I can tell you’re not. You look exactly like Rodger’s daughter. But something tells me you’re not the exact one I need… yet my gut tells me you’re not a mimic too. If you do see Rodger, just tell him I owe him an apology. He usually wears a brown and black suit, a purple tie, and is usually practicing his fire magic. I really need to work on my outbursts…”
He took a step back, trying not to scare the child in front of him with his talking. Possibly Rodger would be around here somewhere… but this universe was different than his own. A sound was then heard. A low growling. He whipped around and drew his sword.
“Stand back, kid! I think there’s something coming!”
(ooc) from blog @shrimpo-skilinia
Toodles stared at Shrimpo, her expression a mix of surprise and puzzlement. This wasn’t the Shrimpo she was used to—the grumpy, cranky one who often snapped at others or sent them off with a dismissive comment. No, this Shrimpo was… different. He wasn’t rude or gruff, and instead, he seemed almost gentle with her, as though he didn’t want to scare her. It was something she hadn’t expected at all, and for a moment, she wondered if she should call her dad or another Toon for help.
But before she could decide, Shrimpo’s words pulled her attention back, leaving her even more confused. "Another me and Dad?..." she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing. "And Dad uses fire power? That doesn’t make any sense—" Toodles could feel her head start to ache as questions began to pile up with no clear answers. For the first time, she could truly understand the frustration her dad and other detectives must feel when facing a case full of dead ends.
She shook her head, trying to focus, and looked up at Shrimpo—or whoever this was. "You can count on me to tell Dad, or… uh, different Dad? If he’s even here..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on. She hesitated before asking, "Oh, and what do you mean by mimic—"
Her question was cut off by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as fear began to creep in. She turned toward the sound, her heart racing. That growl wasn’t something a Toon could make—at least, none that she knew of.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Shrimpo pull out a sword. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight, her eyes briefly sparkling with awe. She hadn’t expected that. But any amazement quickly faded as the gravity of the situation sank in. Something—or someone—was coming.
"W-What is happening?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Instinctively, she stepped behind Shrimpo, peeking her head out from behind him to try to see what was going on.
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*Saying that as Toodles waking up late at night to investigate about Dandy's room and the ichor-*
Greetings, detective. Here are more light-hearted questions that aren't complex since I think you're long overdue one of those:
1. Is there anything else Toodles have made for you that you cherish and are willing to share?
2. How often do you take breaks and/or sleep? I hope you are not overworking yourself
Maybe later, if not the next day, I will write something more to what I have previously asked, but we'll just have to see
- Curious Anon
” I remember you, and I'm glad to see again, dear stranger.
In fact, Toodles is an amazing needlewoman. I'm serious, my little girl not only draws, but also cuts out various crafts from paper. I can't imagine how she manages to do all this, but I get a lot of these "gifts" in a day. However, I do not know where to put them, I have to put all this precious stuff in boxes so as not to lose it. Honestly, if I had a refrigerator, I would have hung all the drawings and crafts of Toodles on it. Well, we have a refrigerator in the kitchen, of course, but it mostly belongs to that ‘baking couple’. And there are several drawings already weighing there (after all, Toodles begged Cosmo and Sprout to leave her drawings hanging, well, what a child. They couldn't refuse)
Sleep? Taking breaks?.. Have you ever seen how much information and documents are stored on the lower floors? No one but me will find them and read them, what kind of rest? I guess I'm being extremely cruel to myself, but.. I really want to find the ‘key’ that would explain what and why all this is happening. There are too many unsolved mysteries to just go to bed on time. Although, in fact, sometimes I take a break to clear my head. But this rarely happens, which is why Toodles misses me so much. Sorry, my little girl, I think you'd be much better off with Poppy or Glisten than with my ‘working’. ”
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Toodles tilted her head, her confusion evident as she tried to piece together what Shrimpo was saying. At the same time, a part of her could somewhat understand—this Shrimpo was definitely not the same one she knew.
"Well, you’re in Gardenview! It’s a big place with lots of rooms, and I even have my own room too!" she said with a giggle. "I made it into my little office."
Her playful tone faded slightly as her expression turned more serious. "You said something about 'another universe,' right? What does that mean? Are you… not from here? But from somewhere else?" She raised a curious brow, her smile turning a little sheepish as she tried to wrap her mind around the idea.
"And these ‘mimics’ you’re talking about… I don’t know what those are, but—" she paused, glancing back at where the dragon-like creature had been. "Was that dragon a... mimic?" Her tone grew more uncertain, her curiosity now tinged with concern as she awaited his explanation.
“Ah, Toodles! Hey, kid, have you seen Rodger around? He… wait, you’re not… oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else… now I can tell you’re not. You look exactly like Rodger’s daughter. But something tells me you’re not the exact one I need… yet my gut tells me you’re not a mimic too. If you do see Rodger, just tell him I owe him an apology. He usually wears a brown and black suit, a purple tie, and is usually practicing his fire magic. I really need to work on my outbursts…”
He took a step back, trying not to scare the child in front of him with his talking. Possibly Rodger would be around here somewhere… but this universe was different than his own. A sound was then heard. A low growling. He whipped around and drew his sword.
“Stand back, kid! I think there’s something coming!”
(ooc) from blog @shrimpo-skilinia
Toodles stared at Shrimpo, her expression a mix of surprise and puzzlement. This wasn’t the Shrimpo she was used to—the grumpy, cranky one who often snapped at others or sent them off with a dismissive comment. No, this Shrimpo was… different. He wasn’t rude or gruff, and instead, he seemed almost gentle with her, as though he didn’t want to scare her. It was something she hadn’t expected at all, and for a moment, she wondered if she should call her dad or another Toon for help.
But before she could decide, Shrimpo’s words pulled her attention back, leaving her even more confused. "Another me and Dad?..." she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing. "And Dad uses fire power? That doesn’t make any sense—" Toodles could feel her head start to ache as questions began to pile up with no clear answers. For the first time, she could truly understand the frustration her dad and other detectives must feel when facing a case full of dead ends.
She shook her head, trying to focus, and looked up at Shrimpo—or whoever this was. "You can count on me to tell Dad, or… uh, different Dad? If he’s even here..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on. She hesitated before asking, "Oh, and what do you mean by mimic—"
Her question was cut off by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as fear began to creep in. She turned toward the sound, her heart racing. That growl wasn’t something a Toon could make—at least, none that she knew of.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Shrimpo pull out a sword. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight, her eyes briefly sparkling with awe. She hadn’t expected that. But any amazement quickly faded as the gravity of the situation sank in. Something—or someone—was coming.
"W-What is happening?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Instinctively, she stepped behind Shrimpo, peeking her head out from behind him to try to see what was going on.
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Toodles stood frozen, her wide eyes locked on the sight before her. Shrimpo's sword slashed through the dragon-like creature—a mimic, as he had called it earlier. But it wasn’t just a dragon. It looked like her, in some eerie, twisted way, though it was clearly something else entirely. Her mind raced with questions. 'Why does it look like me? What even is it?' The thoughts swirled around her head, leaving her dizzy until she shook her head to snap herself out of it.
Her gaze shifted quickly to Shrimpo, worry replacing her confusion. She rushed toward him, her eyes scanning him for injuries. "Are you okay?!" she asked, her voice full of concern. Even though she had just watched this shrimp Toon take down a dragon-like creature, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have gotten hurt in the process.
Suddenly remembering something, Toodles reached into her pocket and pulled out a small rainbow-colored bandaid—a gift from Rodger, which he bought from Dandy. With a big grin, she gently placed the bandaid on Shrimpo.
"There! No hurt :D," she said cheerfully, her worry easing just a little as she gave him a hopeful smile.
“Ah, Toodles! Hey, kid, have you seen Rodger around? He… wait, you’re not… oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else… now I can tell you’re not. You look exactly like Rodger’s daughter. But something tells me you’re not the exact one I need… yet my gut tells me you’re not a mimic too. If you do see Rodger, just tell him I owe him an apology. He usually wears a brown and black suit, a purple tie, and is usually practicing his fire magic. I really need to work on my outbursts…”
He took a step back, trying not to scare the child in front of him with his talking. Possibly Rodger would be around here somewhere… but this universe was different than his own. A sound was then heard. A low growling. He whipped around and drew his sword.
“Stand back, kid! I think there’s something coming!”
(ooc) from blog @shrimpo-skilinia
Toodles stared at Shrimpo, her expression a mix of surprise and puzzlement. This wasn’t the Shrimpo she was used to—the grumpy, cranky one who often snapped at others or sent them off with a dismissive comment. No, this Shrimpo was… different. He wasn’t rude or gruff, and instead, he seemed almost gentle with her, as though he didn’t want to scare her. It was something she hadn’t expected at all, and for a moment, she wondered if she should call her dad or another Toon for help.
But before she could decide, Shrimpo’s words pulled her attention back, leaving her even more confused. "Another me and Dad?..." she muttered to herself, her brow furrowing. "And Dad uses fire power? That doesn’t make any sense—" Toodles could feel her head start to ache as questions began to pile up with no clear answers. For the first time, she could truly understand the frustration her dad and other detectives must feel when facing a case full of dead ends.
She shook her head, trying to focus, and looked up at Shrimpo—or whoever this was. "You can count on me to tell Dad, or… uh, different Dad? If he’s even here..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on. She hesitated before asking, "Oh, and what do you mean by mimic—"
Her question was cut off by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down her spine. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as fear began to creep in. She turned toward the sound, her heart racing. That growl wasn’t something a Toon could make—at least, none that she knew of.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Shrimpo pull out a sword. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight, her eyes briefly sparkling with awe. She hadn’t expected that. But any amazement quickly faded as the gravity of the situation sank in. Something—or someone—was coming.
"W-What is happening?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Instinctively, she stepped behind Shrimpo, peeking her head out from behind him to try to see what was going on.
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Now we know that when you prepare sweets as a gift to someone, you need to make two portions.. And then suddenly Glisten will come and think that this is for him, ahaha. How do you feel about him in general?
"Hm? What I think about Mr. Glisten?" Toodles tilted her head thoughtfully before beaming. "Well, I think he’s a very nice Toon—and really pretty too! I’ve always admired how confident he is, and the way he makes those dramatic flair entrances? It’s so funny and silly, and I love it!"
She giggled as a memory came to mind. "Sometimes, he gives me makeovers and puts glitter on me. I look so sparkly when we do that together!"
Toodles leaned in slightly, her voice dropping into a playful whisper. "And did you know, Mr. Glisten is the one who taught Daddy how to sew my detective clothes? Of course, Daddy won’t admit it, but Mr. Glisten told me all about it, hehe!"
#roleplay blog#ask blog#dandy's world roleplay#dandy's world#dandys world#dandy's world toodles#dw toodles#🎱 :: replies
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Toodles flinched when Dandy suddenly appeared, the unexpected presence startling her as her wide eyes locked onto him in shock. His tone was sharp and heavy, not like the scolding of a parent but something far more intimidating—an edge that was so unlike her dad’s firm but loving way. She glanced nervously between Sprout and Dandy, her frown deepening as worry settled in her chest.
Something felt wrong. Very wrong.
Her gaze shifted back to Sprout, her worry growing when she saw his expression. He seemed tense, almost resigned, and for reasons she couldn’t fully understand, it felt like she shouldn’t argue or try to follow. She opened her mouth to protest, to insist she come along, but the look on Sprout’s face stopped her. She wasn’t sure why, but she just… couldn’t.
Swallowing hard, Toodles forced herself to nod, trying to mask her unease with a small, cheerful smile. "Don’t worry, Mr. Sprout! I’ll take care of the brownies—I’ll let them cool and keep watch over them too!" she said with a grin, though her voice wavered slightly.
She risked a glance at Dandy, her gut twisting uneasily, before turning her focus back to Sprout. "Okay! Be careful, Detective Sprout!" she said playfully, using the detective nickname in an attempt to keep things light. But deep down, her detective instincts screamed that something wasn’t right. That gnawing feeling—the gut instinct her dad always told her to trust—told her she needed to do something.
As she stood there smiling, she made a quiet decision in her heart: she’d find another Toon to help. Something bad might happen, and she couldn’t just sit and wait. Hiding her concern behind her innocent expression, Toodles waved Sprout off, already forming a plan to act on the uneasy feeling she couldn’t shake.
"Hey Toodles. Sorry to bother you, but I think there's a case I found for ya! In fact, we can investigate together if you'd like. Some of our treats have been going missing overnight when we leave them to cool. Not the best idea, I understand, however.."
[ Sprout gestures vaguely with a free hand, humming under his breath between finished sentences. ]
"I'd like to figure out who is stealing stuff so nobody else loses something they like ."
𖧧 - @berry-boy-v1
"Oh no! That's terrible, Mr. Sprout!" Toodles gasped, her wide eyes filled with worry. But her expression quickly shifted to determination as she adjusted her cap, flashing a reassuring grin at Sprout. "Don’t worry, Mr. Sprout! Detective Toodles is on the case and will help you find those cookies!" She proudly pulled out her magnifying glass, her excitement growing when Sprout mentioned he wouldn’t mind joining her adventure.
"That’s perfect! More people helping means we can solve the case faster! That’s what Daddy always says... though he rarely asks for help himself," she mumbled with a sheepish smile before shaking her head and grinning again. "If we’re going to catch whoever’s behind this, we need to start where the cookies were last seen. You said the kitchen, right? Then the kitchen is our first stop!" With that, she took off running, her enthusiasm evident in how quickly she dashed toward their destination.
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Everyone treats Dandy strangely, don't you think? He's the leader who helps everyone and actually runs this place, but this flower.. Are they afraid of him? Even Rodger, it seems. Have you ever thought that your dad knows more than what he's really saying?
"I... I don't know? It is strange how everyone seems so afraid of him or tries to avoid him," Toodles said, her voice tinged with confusion. She paused thoughtfully before adding, "Except Pebbles, I think... and maybe Mr. Astro?"
Leaning back against her chair with a soft huff, she stared down at her notepad, which was covered in scribbles and notes about the scene in Dandy’s room. Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of it all. "Maybe I should ask Daddy... though," she trailed off, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"Daddy always changes the subject when Mr. Dandy comes up," she said quietly, frowning. Her fingers tapped nervously on the edge of the notepad. "What should I do?..."
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