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I have a request. Can anyone do a comic adaptation of the first chapter of the Tiny Toons Looniversity/Over The Garden wall crossover fanfic starring Fifi and Furrball I wrote back in September?
Over The Garden Wall starring Fifi La FumeChapter 1 The Old Grist MillSomwhere lost in the clouded annals of history lies a place few have seen. A mysterious place called The Unknown, where long forgotten stories reveal themselves to those who travel through the woods. In this forest, A young purple female skunk and a young blue male cat walked together. Their names are Fifi La Fume and Furrball. “Antlelope, Guggenheim, Salami, Giggly, Jumpy, Tom, Tambourine, Leg-Face Mccullen, Artichoke, Penguin, Steve.” Furrball said, carrying a frog. “But I think the worst name for this frog is-“ Fifi stopped him suddenly. “Mon dieu… Furrball, where are we?” Fifi whispered fearfully in a French accent. The young skunk and cat looked around, at the trees towering menacingly, at the owl letting out an ominous hoot, at the red eyed squirrels leering at them from the shadows. “In the woods.” Furrball replied. “Non, I mean what are we doing out here?” Fifi stammered. “We’re walking home.” “Furrball I think we’re lost.” Fifi said nervously. “We should have left a trail.” “Well, I can leave a candy trail.” Furrball suggested as he tosses some candy. “Le sigh.” Fifi sighed. “Non. Though I am lost, my wounded heart resides back home, in pieces, strewn about the graveyard of my lost love, for only-“ Suddenly a thumping sound caused the young skunkette to gasp. “Do you hear that?” She asked fearfully. “Yeah.” Furrball replied. They hid behind a nearby tree. “Do you think it’s some kind of deranged lunatic with an axe waiting for innocent victims?” Fifi wondered. Just then, Furrball runs ahead, causing the skunk girl to whimper. “Furrball please, you’re going to get us in trouble-“ Fifi saw an old man humming indistinctly, gathering branches from a large chopped tree. He is called The Woodsman. “Maybe we should ask him for help.” Furrball suggested. “Non, we should not ask him for help. “Fifi disagreed. “But-” “Shh!“ “You shush.” “You shush.” As the skunk girl and boy cat continue arguing, The Woodsman walked into the forest, carrying his lantern with him. “Le sigh” Fifi muttered. “Do you think we should have asked him for help?” ”Maybe I can help you.” A voice called out. Fifi and Furrball turn to see a bluebird perched atop a branch. “I mean you two are lost, right?” The young skunk gasped in shock, then slapped her face. “What in the world is going on?!” ”Well you’re slapping yourself.” Furrball told her. “And I’m answering your question, and-“ “Non, Furrball.” Fifi answered, still shocked to hear a bird talk. “Regular birds aren’t capable of talking.” “Hey what was that?!” The bluebird snapped, offended. “I mean, I‘m just saying you’re- you’re strange.” Fifi stammered. “Please stop talking to it, Fifi.“ She scolded herself. “It?!” The bluebird snapped, even more offended. Suddenly a light shines on the young skunk and cat. It was the Woodsman. ”What are you doing here?!” He demanded. “Explain yourselves!” “And I’ll see you guys later. Bye.” The bluebird said as she flies off. As the woodsman glared at her and Furrball, Fifi stammered, “Calm down monsieur. Whatever you do here is your own business. We just want to get home unharmed.” ”The woods are no place for young animals.” The woodsman warned. “Don’t you know the Beast is afoot here?” “The Beast?” Fifi nervously asked. “We don’t know anything about a beast. We’re just trying to get home!” “Well, welcome to The Unknown.“ The Woodsman said. “You’re both more lost than you realize.” Wind blows through the shadowy husk of tree as the woodsman leads Fifi and Furrball to a mill, where they sat inside. “I found this homestead abandoned and repurposed the mill to suit my needs.” The woodsman explained as he lights the fireplace. ”You’ll both be safe here while I work.” As Furrball makes another candy trail, Fifi asked, “What is your work?” ”Everyone has a torch to burn.” The woodsman explained as he taps his lantern, causing it to shine brightly. “And this here is mine. I grind the horrid Edelwood trees into oil to keep my lantern lit.“ He broke apart a stick and tossed it aside. “This is my lot in life, and my burden.“ ”He sounds insane.” Fifi whispered to Furrball.” Maybe we should leave, if we can. But he seems to know the woods really well, so we may need to knock him out first, except it will turn out badly.” ”Non. It‘s a bad plan.” The skunk girl reprimanded herself. “Okay.” Furrball replied. “What are you young animals whispering about?” The woodsman asked. “We’re talking about running away out of here!” Furrball replied, causing Fifi to shush him. ”Leave if you wish.“ The woodsman warned. “But remember- the Beast haunts these woods, ever singing his mournful melody, in search of lost souls such as yourselves.” “To help us?” A confused Furrball asked. “No, not to help you.” The woodsman got up and prepared to leave. “I have work to do in the mill.” he said. “When I am finished, I will do what I can to guide you, if you are still here when I return.” As he leaves and closes the door, Fifi began to think of a plan. “I suppose we could just leave.” she thought. “Excusez moi, Furrball?“ ”Yeah?” The cat replied as he tosses a log and wandered around the room. ”Do you think there really is a beast out there?” Fifi wondered. “Or is the woodsman trying to trick us?” “Uh-huh.” Furrball absent-mindedly replied. “I mean he could have done away with us by now if that was his plan.“ The young skunkette sat on the couch, thinking. “But he lit that fire, and that was nice of him.” “Yeah!” Furrball said. “I suppose it’s possible there’s a Beast, since there was a talking bird, but…“ Fifi sighed as she lies down, wondering what to do. “Sometimes I feel like a boat, upon a winding river, twisting towards an endless Black Sea, drifting further away from where and who I want to be.” “Well, did you know that if you soak a raisin in grape juice, it turns into a grape?” Furrball replied as he pulls out a rock with a painted on face. “It’s a rock fact!” “You’re not helping at all.” An annoyed Fifi sighed. “Why don’t you go play with your frog?” “Hey, where is my frog?” Furrball wondered. “Hold on a sec, Fifi. I’ll be back for your plan.” He made yet another candy trail, then went outside. “Now where did my frog go?” He asked himself before he tripped. “Whoops!” I tripped on my own candy trail!” As Furrball looked for his frog, he heard breathing sounds behind him. “Huh?” He walked to the edge of the forest and looked into the darkness. From behind him the frog ribbited. “That frog’s giving me the runaround.” Furrball thought as he climbed over a barrel and peered into a window of the mill. There he saw the woodsman singing to himself, crushing sticks in an oil producing machine and catching it in a glass. “Gross.” Furrball commented when heard a ribbit and fell into a barrel on top of the frog. “Oh there you are.” Suddenly the breathing grew louder. “Fifi?” Furrball nervously asked. “Is that you?” A horrifying shadowy dog with glowing eyes appeared and leered at the cat. “You have pretty eyes.” Furrball squeaked, as the creature snarled at him and began to growl. Back inside the house, Fifi heard a crash. “Furrball?” She called out fearfully. Just then, another crash rang out, causing the woodsman to burst in. “What’s happening?!” he demanded. “Where is your friend?” The skunk girl shrugs. Thankfully, Furrball came in covered in bits of broken barrel. “Holey Moley!” He exclaimed, before the creature broke down the door, knocking him into the stairs. ”C’est la bête!” A terrified Fifi cried in French. “Stay back, both of you!” The woodsman warned. “This creature which is known as-“ Just then, Furrball hits him on the head with a board, knocking him out. “Furrball, why did you do that?!” Fifi cried, shocked. “That was your plan, remember?” He reminded her. “Knock him out!” “Non, I told you to forget that plan!” As the creature approaches, the young skunk hid behind the fire grate. Furrball started hitting the creature with the butt of the axe yelling, “Get away from Fifi!“ The now enraged creature turns and growls at the cat, causing him and Fifi to run out of the room. “We have to run!” Fifi cried in a panic as the creature roared. Furrball threw some candy at its face, yelling, ”Candy camouflage!” He grabbed the axe and his frog, and followed Fifi, with the creature in pursuit. Fifi dodges it. “This is amazing, right?” Furrball said to Fifi. As the creature moved closer and closer, Fifi threw a sack of potatoes at it. “Am I supposed throw something too?” The cat wondered, then threw the candy at the creature, making it stop and eat it. “He’s eating your candy.” Fifi realized. “I wonder if he ate the whole candy trail that led him here.” Furrball said. “Furrball!” The young skunk reprimanded him. “You led the Beast right to us with your candy!” Suddenly, the creature knocks over the table they are standing on. “Furrball, give me the axe.“ Fifi demanded, which the cat did. “We have to get out of here!” As luck would have it, Furrball pointed toward a ladder. He and Fifi climbed it and emerged onto the roof of the mill when the creature breaks through the ceiling and heads towards the young cartoon animals. Suddenly, Fifi has an idea. “Furrball, give him the rest of your candy!” As the cat checks his pockets, he noticed that they were empty, but noticed a piece stuck on Fifi’s tail and tossed it into the mill, making the creature leap after it and get caught in the waterwheel. As the young skunk girl and cat fall into the river unharmed, the machinery creaked and strained, and the roof broke apart. The creature coughed up turtle with a candy stuck to its shell. “Hey Fifi, look!” Furrball exclaimed. “What is it Furrball?” Fifi answered, then notices him emerge from the river alongside the creature, now a normal dog. It shook itself dry and ambled away, panting. “Hey, where’re you going?“ Furrball called out to the dog. “The mill is destroyed!” the woodsman lamented, distraught at the wreckage. “The oil- all gone!” “Mais regardez.” Fifi assured him in French. “We have the beast problem solved.” The skunk girl points toward the sleeping dog. “The dog?!” he cried. “That is not the Beast! The Beast cannot be molified like some mere farmer’s pet!. He stalks like the night! He sings like the four winds! He is the death of hope! He steals their children and he’ll ruin….” As he starts muttering, Fifi glared at Furrball. “You really, how you say, messed up, Furrball.” she said angrily. “You have it backwards, young skunk!” The woodsman snapped. “You are responsible for you and your friend’s actions!” “Je suis désolé. ” Fifi stammered in French. “Maybe I can fix it? I can’t fix it.” The woodsman sighed. “You must go. Take your friend north. Look for a town.” “Oui, merci.” The skunk girl thanked him. “Come on, Furrball.” And so Fifi and Furrball walk across the stepping stones on the river. “One last thing!” The woodsman called out to them. “Beware the Unknown! Fear the Beast! And leave these woods, if you can. It is your burden to bear.” Oui, uh, je l’ai fait. ” Fifi stammered. “And you, cat.“ he told Furrball. “You captured that frog. Give him a proper name.“ “Okay!” The cat replied. And so Fifi and Furrball said goodbye to the woodsman and begin their journey home. “Hey, Fifi, I thought of a new name for our frog. I’m gonna call it Fifi.” The skunk girl rolled her eyes. “That is going to be very confusing.” “No I’m gonna call you Froggy.” “Excusez moi?” Fifi said. ”Well, maybe I’ll start calling you Candy Cat.” “Oh yeah.” Furrball said as the frog croaked. “Good one, Fifi.” The young skunk and cat walked off into the forest, illuminated by a yellow half moon. “Merci” Fifi said. “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Fifi.” Furrball said about his frog, making the young skunkette roll her eyes. Tiny Toons Looniversity by Erin Gibson ©️ Warner Bros Animation/ Amblin TelevisionOver The Garden Wall by Patrick Mchale ©️ Cartoon Network...

(⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) um, I probably most likely won't get any answers. BUT...my grandma recently passed away. And it took a LOT from me, I had to sell the trailer..that she worked hard to OWN. Move to a completely new area.... sometimes there's nights that I can't sleep. I spend the days mostly playing on my phone or sleeping. My POINT is....my grandma was a LARGE supporter of me making my original characters. 

There was days that we'd spend discussing the design of each one.
But no that I've been forced to live alone without her. My motivation and inspiration...there non existent. I try drawing ...but break into tears.

What I'm trying to say is all that I ask for is some help with designing official looks for my most three important original characters that my grandma and myself help bring to life.

Sapphire 💎 she's a gemstone alchemist from Fma
Saira ⭐ she's a princess of the stars from kingdom hearts 
Kilala 🔥 she's the superhero of feudal Japan for miraculous ladybug 

PLEASE help me with bringing my grandmas thoughts to life. With wonderful and amazing detailed art 

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