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Tears started pouring from her eyes as her body slumped. “OH! There-there!” Jessica cooed, gently patting her back, “I’m sorry to hear, but… but I’m sure things will be better soon!”

“I’m not sure they will…” Pamela wiped her tears. “I wish… I wish things could be-”

At that moment, a thought occurred to her. It was a wild, crazy thought, but a thought nonetheless. She eyed Jessica, the toon tilting her head curiously. “You… you changed my kids.”

“...yes?” Jessica inched back, looking a bit nervous.

“Could… could you…” Pamela’s heart was racing, her body anxious and twitchy. What she was about to say felt crazy, insane even. However, taking a deep breath and a moment of peace, the mom summoned up all her strength and courage. “Could you help me like you helped them?”

“...wait, really?” Jessica’s floppy ears shot up.

Pamela took and released another deep breath. “Yes. You made them so happy and full of life. I think… I think they deserve a parent who can bring them happiness.”

"But you’re doing that already by being you!” Jessica pouted her lips. “Don’t sell yourself short, missy!”

“But… but I could be better! I could keep up with them. I could be on their level. I need…” Pamela’s hands gripped her knees, quivering. “I need to be a toon like them.”

Jessica stroked her chin. “You sure? I mean, toonifying is great and I love doing it, but you don’t seem so sure.”

Pamela wasn’t sure. This whole situation was out of this world. Here she was, begging a toon to turn her into a toon like her children. If someone told her years ago that she’d be in this situation, she would think they were nuts.

Yet, no matter how she thought about it or looked at it in many different ways, her mind came back to this over and over. Pamela looked the dog in the eyes and said as seriously as she could, “I am sure as I ever will be. Please, make this happen.”

“Welllllllll… if you insist!” Jessica’s muzzle opened wide, and she dropped her ice cream cone straight into it. GULP! She swallowed it up and hurried over to her cart parked beside the bench. She opened the hatch on top and asked, “Anything in particular you like? I can take requests or I can freeball it.”

“I want to be the best parent I can be,” Pamela said with a firm nod. “Someone who is funny, loving, sweet, kind, and who can protect her children from any and all harm if need be.” A flash of a certain man appeared in her head. Especially from him above all else.

“Protect your kids? Hmmm…” Jessica tapped her chin and leaned down into the container, half of her body slipping into the hatch. “One of dem kids is pretty dang strong and don’t need much protectin’. Sooooo… oh! Stronger than him then!”

There were some whistles and humming, her big pawed feet happily kicking as she worked. Eventually, she popped out of the hatch, glasses iced over, holding a large ice cream container, the kind of bucket one would see in a grocery store. “Ta-da! It’s honey-flavored and contains all your important, filling vitamins, minerals, and fats!”