@Casey86
Hey dude. I saw you were feeling low. In my stories so far I've always given you the roll of the kind hearted often under appreciated platypus who always does things for the simple act of kindness not for any form of adulation.
Well here is how I view you and many others. Always working hard in the background making sure everyone is okay. And well, we appreciate you and all you do. You're an amazing human, and one I look up to everyday.
A (hopefully) cool illustration of casey doing good will follow soon, ive just run out of my free ones lol
"The Case of the Sneaky Samaritan"
It all started with a freshly baked pie.
Placed neatly on the windowsill of
Maddie the Angry Raccoon’s hut.
“I HATE PIE,” Maddie snarled, glaring at the perfect golden crust, “but I ate three slices and CRIED.”
Soon, word spread. Someone was sneaking around at night doing
good deeds.
Wonderoo found her eucalyptus leaves alphabetized and styled by scent.
Bailey’s drum kit was mysteriously polished.
Lexi woke up to find her barn repainted with a mural of motivational cows.
Even Fish found his hair magically re-purpled overnight.
“I didn’t even know I was fading,” Fish said, sniffing dramatically. “Whoever did this... gets me.”
Enter the Detectives
Fish and Grapefruit set up headquarters in their usual crime-solving van,
The Peel Mobile. Grapefruit sipped black coffee while Fish tried to interrogate a lawn gnome.
“Our mystery suspect,” Grapefruit mused, flipping through a notepad, “is sneaky, kind, and clearly doesn’t want recognition.”
Fish gasped. “It’s...
Santa Claus. He’s real. And Australian.”
“No,” Grapefruit said flatly. “We’re dealing with a
reverse bandit.”
Fish nodded seriously. “A... Kindnapper?”
“No.”
“A Goodthief?”
“Stop.”
The Suspects
They interrogated the usual crew:
• Hope the posh crow: “Darling, I only give compliments, not casseroles.”
• Storm the chickadee: "I don't know who it is, but they seem like my bestie"
• Red the penguin: “Logically, if I’d done it, I would’ve optimized the pie filling ratio.”
• Hugo the vegan thorny devil: “I only do emotional good deeds. Like open mic poetry.”
• Tash: Appeared from nowhere, whispered “Sup,” then backflipped into a curtain.
• Chris the puppy: “CAN I BE THE SUSPECT?! I HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY!”
• CN the flamingo: "the timing is so off for me I couldn't if I tried"
• Leia the llama: "Hi I'm new"
• Vanilla the cow: "whoever it is actually has balls"
Nighttime Stakeout
Fish wore night-vision goggles backwards.
Grapefruit had a periscope and seventeen snacks.
Then… they spotted a shadowy figure sneaking into Sadie’s duck pond. The figure placed… fuzzy slippers… on a lilypad.
Fish gasped. “He’s arming the ducks!”
“No,” Grapefruit said. “He’s giving Sadie warm feet.”
The figure tiptoed away, tail swishing.
Fish tackled them. “GOTCHA, PIE BANDIT!”
A soft, chill voice replied:
“Woah, hey… Fish? You okay, bro?”
THE REVEAL
It was
Casey the platypus.
Wearing a backpack full of kindness supplies—granola bars, scented candles, spare ukuleles.
“I just figured,” Casey shrugged, “if people are busy with crimes and sugar ducks, someone’s gotta balance the vibes, y’know?”
Grapefruit blinked. “You did
everything?”
Casey nodded. “Even knitted Hugo a headband.”
Hugo (appearing from a bush): “It smells like lavender and justice.”
AFTERMATH
Fish awarded Casey a trophy made of marshmallows.
Grapefruit begrudgingly wrote “Casey: Do-gooder” on her crime wall in glitter pen.
Casey just smiled and slid away on a skateboard made of recycled thongs.
“Good vibes only,” he called back.
Tash popped out of a mailbox: “Sup.”
THE END
Moral: Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear flip-flops and leave snacks.
