Rayman, Globox and all related characters belong to Michel Ancel/Ubisoft.
Juniper Lee, Ophelia and all related characters belong to Judd Winick/Cartoon Network.
A Day’s Preparations.
Ophelia sat on one of the beds in the dorm she shared with Juniper Lee and Jody, her longtime friends. Juniper was in the bathroom, taking a shower, and Jody was down at the local store gathering some supplies for their upcoming trip. The young goth was goofing off on the computer she had bought herself. As she goofed off on the internet, her phone began to ring. She already knew who it was and what she had to say, but she figured she’d better answer now or get an earful later. She picked up the phone and looked. Sure enough, it was her mom on the phone. Ophelia accepted the call and placed the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” She asked, pretending she didn’t know who it was, and trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.
“Hello, Ophelia,” said her mother’s voice, “What are you up to?”
“Not much,” Ophelia replied. “I’m done with school, and graduation isn’t for three weeks. So, Juniper is going off for her wedding, and Jody and I are tagging along.”
“Perfect,” her mother said, and Ophelia dreaded what was coming next. “Then you can look around for a nice young man.” It was all the young one could do not to groan.
“We’ll see,” she said, “it takes time to find that special someone, you know? Just because you got with Dad really fast doesn’t mean I’ll have a similar story with Mr…whoever.”
“Yes, but I want my sole child to bear fruit.” Her mother practically whined. Ophelia rubbed her temple.
All she cares about is grandchildren. Waaah! I want grandkids! Hurry up and get me grandkids, Waaah! She thought bitterly. She could hear her father on the other end,
“Now don’t henpeck her,” he said, thankfully taking Ophelia’s side; she didn’t know what she may do if both parents were hassling her about grandkids. “I’d like grandkids too, but you can’t force her to speed it up. It’ll happen naturally.”
“I know,” said her mother, “I’m just antsy. Ophelia’s left the nest, and I just want to make sure she’s happy.”
“I’d be a lot happier if you stopped heckling me about your precious grandkids.” Ophelia muttered under her breath.
“What was that, Ophelia?” asked her mom, “I didn’t catch that part.”
“Nothing, nothing,” said Ophelia. “I should be going now, gotta pack.”
“Okay,” said her mom, “have fun on your trip, and let me know if you meet that certain fellow.”
“I will,” said Ophelia. She hung up the phone, then grabbed her pillow, placed it into her face, and screamed into it. Apparently, this did not escape Juniper, who had finished her shower and gotten dressed. She stepped out of the bathroom to brush her hair.
“What were you yelling about?” She asked her purple haired friend.
“My mom is still hassling me about finding that knight in shining armor!” groaned Ophelia, “I swear, she calls me every other day for the same dang thing! I love my mom, I really do, but she’s driving me to drink!”
“I’m sure she wants to make sure you’re doing what’s good for you.” June commented, finishing brushing her hair and putting it into a bun.
“That’s not even it!” Ophelia nearly whined, “She wants grandkids!”
“Wait, seriously?” asked Juniper.
“Yes!” Ophelia groaned again, “Maybe if she’d get off my back about it, it might happen! But I don’t even wanna come close to a singles bar when she’s harassing me about it like this!” Suddenly, the door opened, and in came Jody with a few grocery bags in her arms.
“Hey,” Ophelia and Juniper Lee greeted in unison.
“Hi guys,” she hailed them, setting the bags down in the tiny kitchen. She turned to see Ophelia’s upset face. “What’s the matter?” she asked, sympathetically.
“My mom is harassing me about meeting that special someone!” Ophelia was getting sick of explaining it. “She wants her precious grandkids, never mind what I want.”
“And what do you want?” asked Juniper,
“I want my mom to mind her own business and stop hassling me!”
“Well, you gotta tell her.” Said Jody.
“And what am I gonna say?” snapped Ophelia, “Hey mom, I love you, but shut up and leave me alone. Yeah, I bet that’d go over real well.”
“You don’t have to be rude about it.” Said Jody, a touch of sadness in her voice, “to your mom, or to me.” Ophelia realized what she’d done and took some deep breaths.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you, Jody.” She said, “I’m just beyond frustrated about this.”
“It’s okay,” said Jody, calming down. “Anyway, we should get packed for the trip.” Jody looked to Juniper, who was taking her packed Suitcase and putting it on her bed. “Where did you say Rayman lives again?”
“The Glade of Dreams.” Answered Juniper, “and don’t worry too much about fares; I can get us there.”
“To be honest,” said Ophelia, “I just wanna get outta here, if only for two weeks.”
“Thanks again,” said Juniper to her friends, “for being my Maid of Honor and Bride’s maid, Ophelia and Jody.”
“It was no problem!” Said Jody excitedly, “thanks for choosing us.”
“Yeah,” said Ophelia, “and at least my mom won’t be there to help me pick out guys.”
“Who knows?” Said Juniper Lee with a shrug, “Maybe the Glade of Dreams will have that special someone for you.”
“You keep talking about that place.” Jody mentioned, “What’s it like?”
“You’ll find out tomorrow.” Said Juniper, a grin on her face. “But I get the feeling you guys are gonna love it.”
Meanwhile, in The Glade of Dreams, another group was making plans for something extraordinary. A small but lavish building, with rows of soft pews, and a podium at the slightly elevated front. A small armada of small blue creatures with giant noses swept and cleaned every corner of this building, from top to bottom, to make it presentable for the elegant event about to take place.
The sounds of footsteps coming into the room startled the workers, causing them to work even faster. When the owner of the feet saw the reaction his entrance caused, it was all he could do not to chuckle.
“It’s alright, guys.” He said to them. He was tall, lacked arms, legs, and a neck, sporting a purple hoodie with a white O on the chest, yellow and white shoes, and a hairstyle that somewhat resembled a dog’s ears. His nose was rather large, nearly like a snout in itself, further enforcing the dog description. “I’m not here to breathe down your necks; It doesn’t all need to be done in five minutes,” he attempted to calm them down. “You’re doing a great job, keep it up.” He turned to walk out of the room to inspect another part, but bumped into something, or someone. He backed up a bit, to see who or what it was. He was looking at a large blue body with a white stomach. Webbed feet with bulky gloved hands at the ends of lanky arms, a head that looked like it had been stepped on by a giant when the owner was a baby, and tiny white eyes on top of the head.
“Hey there, Globox.” Said the inspector of sorts, “thanks again for being my best man.”
“It’s no trouble, Rayman.” Said Globox, a touch of sadness in his voice. “It’s an…an honor.”
“Hey,” said Rayman, a touch of concern in his voice, “You okay? You sound like you’re down.”
“I’m really happy for you and Ms. Lee,” said Globox, “but I…I wonder when I’ll find that special lady?”
“What about Uglette?” Offered Rayman, but Globox shook his head.
“She’d rather stay friends.” he said with a sad sigh. Rayman patted Globox’s shoulder.
“Cheer up, bud.” He said, “that special lady is out there; don’t worry if you don’t find her tomorrow.”
“I guess you’re right.” Globox began feeling better. “Need help with anything?”
“Nah,” said Rayman, “You’ve been working hard all day, Globox. Take a break and get something to eat.” Rayman walked outside to check how Barbara and her sisters were doing with the garden.
Rayman’s right, Globox thought to himself, this is gonna be his special day, not mine. Globox shrugged his shoulders and went to a bush to gather some berries. He was glad to be given the right to be his best friend’s best man. And who knows…Polokus works in mysterious ways.