"He started when I was really young, you know? He had that little lot for a long time, even before I was born. So, even when he told me flat-out, I didn't see it, not at first…"

The sun's rays washed over the fur of the young koala. Wearing a light summertime polo, khaki shorts, and two lemonades in his hand, Buster Moon walked over to his father, who was sitting at the curb in front of the parking lot. Reaching out an arm, he offered the drink with a bright smile. "How's business going, Dad?"

"I'm doing alright, son." The half-dressed koala returned the greeting, putting on his glasses. They had a small crack in them. Soaking wet and in little else but swimming shorts, the father was grateful for his son's presence. His fur smelt a bit like the lemon in the lemonade, the soapy bubbles only recently been washed off.

Business was on-and-off on the usual day. Most didn't even bat an eye at the car-wash, but it gained certain regulars over the course of time. A family of lions, a sweet old lady, relatives…

The father turned his head after taking a sip of the drink, looking back over to his child. Their ears were lowered, and were staring towards the ground.


Immediately, the young marsupial returned to his normal, gleeful look, ears raised and with a smile, as if his previous appearance didn't even exist. "Yes?"

"What's the matter?"

Buster Moon went silent at that for a moment, fingers fidgeting with his . It wasn't any sort of new thought, but… Well, this line of thinking wasn't usually the Moon family's style, including (if not especially) Buster.

"When was the last time you took a day off?"

"Oh, well-"

The middle-aged man paused. ...He had always made sure to make some time with the family, that was for certain. But when was the last time he had a day off? He struggled to recall.

"Don't worry about that, son. Have I been away too much? I don't want to miss any of your important moments, b-"

"No, no, nothing like that, Dad. It's just that car from a week ago, the one with the gorillas that sped off with you still on the car..." It was clear what Buster was worried about. That could've been some bad road burn, if it wasn't for the wood chip-filled parking lot garden he landed on.

"And I'm just fine. I'm sorry for scaring you that day, so don't worry about me or the car wash."

Still worried, the koala sat down next to his father, unsure of what to do or say.

"Hey, Buster. You still love that old theater, right?"

The blue-eyed mammal perked up at the mention of that, feverently nodding his head as if he were a small child. Writing scripts, decorating his room to inspire new stories, listening to all kinds of music, researching performances over and over…

It made his father smile.

"You know, you're like the stars in the sky, Buster! You've got a bright, limitless future. So if theatre is something you really love, I'll help you get there. No one wants to live a life they find miserable. You should live your dreams, or let fear stop you from doing what you love. You know?

...I just happen to like car-washing a little more than...well, all of the jobs I could get with my degree. Anyways… My point is, as long as you keep that in your heart, and I'm sure your dreams will come true."

"Hey Dad?'"


"...I love you."

"I love you too, Buster."

"He let me help out as we both got older, of course. I felt like I had to. Especially when his health started to plummet more and more.

And, sooner or later, I figured it out. He did it all for me. He made his dream my dream." Buster's gaze softened at the picture of him and his father, polishing away any dust that had begun collecting on it.

"He sounded like a really cool guy. I wish I knew him better." Eddie remarked, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Yeah… Me too, Eddie."