Oh! I forgot to mention Ian and Merida’s third child. May I present to you… Marty “Wolf” Lightfoot of DunBroch?
(I'm going to ruin this for you~)
Is that the guy from Big Fat Liar?! 🤣
Ohh, I get it! Blue skin with red-orangey hair, right?
Oh, of course! How could I forget Merida and Ian’s third child! (Whom I’m just now learning exists?) He’s totally their problem child. An arrogant, greedy, and mean Hollywood producer who steals teenagers creative writing essays and turns them into movies. He’s a compulsive liar, single, and still lives with his parents.
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Somewhere outside, Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf” was blaring at full volume.
Merida squinted through the kitchen window, mug of coffee in hand. “Ian,” she said slowly.
Ian shuffled over, still in his fuzzy slippers, and peered out. “Oh no. Is he doing it again?”
There, in all his glory, was their son Marty. Shirtless, wearing sunglasses and a speedo. Dancing around the pool like he was auditioning for a music video no one asked for.
Merida sighed, setting her mug down. “We raised him with so much love.”
Ian nodded solemnly. “Where did we go wrong?”
Merida crossed her arms. “I blame your side of the family.”
Ian raised an eyebrow. “Says the woman who told him exaggerating was just, ‘creative storytelling.’”
They watched in silence as Marty continued to dance around the pool, and quietly wondered... What happened to their little boy?
