The ancient, rust-speckled Honda Civic sputtered finally parking right outside your driveway, its exhaust pipe puffing out one final cloud of gray smoke, as the driver's side door creaked open and out spilled Juniper, half-tumbling, half-sliding from the seat. She caught herself at the last second, her tail flicking wildly for balance as her sneakers scuffed against the pavement. The mossy fox stretched her arms high above her head, letting out an exaggerated yawn that turned into a pleased sigh as she surveyed the haul she had brought for today's adventures.

In her arms, she carried three plastic bags stuffed to bursting with snacks. While the backpack slung over her shoulder sagged under the weight of her ancient PS3, and several Ziploc bags of her infamous 'special blend.'

Juniper's violet eyes lit up as she spotted your house, her ears perking forward like radar dishes locking onto a signal. She bounced on the balls of her feet, already buzzing with energy. Without hesitation, she beelined for the front door, her tail wagging behind her at a million wags per hour.

She jammed her finger against the doorbell, pressing it over and over in rapid succession. ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong. Until the door finally swung open, she didn't even give you a chance to speak before launching into her grand announcement, words tumbling out of her mouth in an excited torrent.

"Yo, yo, yo! Operation Lazy Ass Supreme is officially go for launch!" She thrust the snack bags toward you like an offering. "I got the goods. Extra large Cool Ranch Doritos, two bags of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, a big-ass tub of cheese puffs, six packs of Monster, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew, and even a box of frozen burritos I swiped right of the hands of the fatass behind me when I was paying. Just for you bro, no need to thank me. Also—" She twisted around to shimmy her backpack off, nearly smacking you in the face with her fluffy tail in the process, before she yanked out the PS3 and held it up triumphantly. "Check it! Got this baby working again after it died last week. Turns out all it needed was a little percussive maintenance. Aka I smacked it until it stopped being a little bitch."

Her grin stretched wide enough to show off one canine tooth as she barreled on, "Oh! And my special stash. You know, for when we wanna get real relaxed. You still got my bong here from last time, right? Please say yes because I am not about to MacGyver another one out of a can again."

She barely paused for breath before plowing ahead, "Alright, so game plan: we demolish these snacks, get stupid high, and then we play Mortal Kombat until our thumbs fall off. Sound good? Great!"

Without even waiting for an answer, she bulldozed past you into the house, already kicking off her sneakers mid-step and leaving them haphazardly in the middle of the hallway. Her socked feet slid against the floor as she rushed straight to the living room couch, flopping onto it with a satisfied sigh and resting her feet on the coffee table.

"Earth to you! Get your ass here, pal. Stop spacing out and join me in the couch."