the back story...
This is the tale of Oscar, Jr., Frisky as he is known to his friends.
Frisky is the son of a redneck river otter and a pacific surf otter. In his formative years, Frisky and his friends were frequently harassed by the Bureau of Otter Control, the governmental agency charged with keeping otters under control.
Frisky vowed that when he grew up, he would get back at the Bureau and the human world that they represented.
Frisky certainly learned much of his mischievousness from his father, Oscar, Sr. Oscar, Sr. was a true redneck river through and through. He lived near the crotchety Mr. Peterson, old man Peterson as Frisky liked to call him. Mr. Peterson made molasses in a little shack deep in the woods out behind his rickety little house.
Often, late at night, Oscar and his female otterette friends would find themselves at the shack, frolicking about in the molasses.
Frisky’s mother Charlotte hailed from southern California. She was the quintessential surfer chick otter, the best belly otter surfer in the state.
When she grew up, Charlotte became a stewardess for Pan American airlines by posing as a human. As a stewardess, Charlotte flew many different routes, largely because she would show up late, and then just hop onto the next plane.
She never let her purse out of her sight, and had an interesting habit of accidentally spilling drinks into gentlemen’s laps.
One day, Oscar was hanging out with his good friend Hank. Hank had just returned from a cross-country trip to California and was full of enthusiasm about this Promised Land, a land full of beautiful beaches, buds and babes. Naturally, Oscar decided that he must go and check it out.
After a series of transportation mishaps, Oscar ended up on a plane, where he met Charlotte. Charlotte was not scheduled to be working this flight, but in usual fashion, she missed her original one and hopped onto this plane instead, Pan Am flight number 6969.
As Oscar was an otter, he was able to recognize that Charlotte was an otter as well. They hit it off immediately, and after Charlotte “accidentally” slipped Oscar’s drink into his lap, she went with him to the bathroom to help clean it up.
Oscar moved right in with Charlotte, and they spent countless evenings with friends at crazy parties in the woods. Charlotte ended up experiencing parts of California that she never knew existed, as Oscar shared his knowledge of hot springs and the forest with her.
In exchange, Charlotte would sneak Oscar onto flights to exotic destinations around the world. And nine months to the day after that fateful flight on Pan American 6969, Oscar, Jr., Frisky, was born.
Frisky’s childhood days were spent mischievously frolicking about and keeping one step ahead of the Bureau of Otter Control. For years, the Bureau tried and tried to apprehend Frisky and his friends.
The Bureau did everything they could do to nab that slippery little guy. They thought we knew all of his techniques, all of his hiding places. They tried every trick in the book, and learned a lot from those attempts. The most important thing the Bureau learned, the thing of ottermost importance, was to never wrangle an otter in the water; you always want to get them on dry land.
One glorious afternoon, Frisky was playing in the woods and had a religious experience. Off in the distance, through the limbs and the trees, Frisky saw a little green dragon. He spent the day following the dragon about. At times, he was following the dragon, and at times, he was the dragon.
It was during this experience that Frisky realized his powers of transformation, and decided to step into the human world to create change from the inside.
This was the day that Frisky decided to become Doctor Otter.
Frisky is the son of a redneck river otter and a pacific surf otter. In his formative years, Frisky and his friends were frequently harassed by the Bureau of Otter Control, the governmental agency charged with keeping otters under control.
Frisky vowed that when he grew up, he would get back at the Bureau and the human world that they represented.
Frisky certainly learned much of his mischievousness from his father, Oscar, Sr. Oscar, Sr. was a true redneck river through and through. He lived near the crotchety Mr. Peterson, old man Peterson as Frisky liked to call him. Mr. Peterson made molasses in a little shack deep in the woods out behind his rickety little house.
Often, late at night, Oscar and his female otterette friends would find themselves at the shack, frolicking about in the molasses.
Frisky’s mother Charlotte hailed from southern California. She was the quintessential surfer chick otter, the best belly otter surfer in the state.
When she grew up, Charlotte became a stewardess for Pan American airlines by posing as a human. As a stewardess, Charlotte flew many different routes, largely because she would show up late, and then just hop onto the next plane.
She never let her purse out of her sight, and had an interesting habit of accidentally spilling drinks into gentlemen’s laps.
One day, Oscar was hanging out with his good friend Hank. Hank had just returned from a cross-country trip to California and was full of enthusiasm about this Promised Land, a land full of beautiful beaches, buds and babes. Naturally, Oscar decided that he must go and check it out.
After a series of transportation mishaps, Oscar ended up on a plane, where he met Charlotte. Charlotte was not scheduled to be working this flight, but in usual fashion, she missed her original one and hopped onto this plane instead, Pan Am flight number 6969.
As Oscar was an otter, he was able to recognize that Charlotte was an otter as well. They hit it off immediately, and after Charlotte “accidentally” slipped Oscar’s drink into his lap, she went with him to the bathroom to help clean it up.
Oscar moved right in with Charlotte, and they spent countless evenings with friends at crazy parties in the woods. Charlotte ended up experiencing parts of California that she never knew existed, as Oscar shared his knowledge of hot springs and the forest with her.
In exchange, Charlotte would sneak Oscar onto flights to exotic destinations around the world. And nine months to the day after that fateful flight on Pan American 6969, Oscar, Jr., Frisky, was born.
Frisky’s childhood days were spent mischievously frolicking about and keeping one step ahead of the Bureau of Otter Control. For years, the Bureau tried and tried to apprehend Frisky and his friends.
The Bureau did everything they could do to nab that slippery little guy. They thought we knew all of his techniques, all of his hiding places. They tried every trick in the book, and learned a lot from those attempts. The most important thing the Bureau learned, the thing of ottermost importance, was to never wrangle an otter in the water; you always want to get them on dry land.
One glorious afternoon, Frisky was playing in the woods and had a religious experience. Off in the distance, through the limbs and the trees, Frisky saw a little green dragon. He spent the day following the dragon about. At times, he was following the dragon, and at times, he was the dragon.
It was during this experience that Frisky realized his powers of transformation, and decided to step into the human world to create change from the inside.
This was the day that Frisky decided to become Doctor Otter.