Hey guys, I made an Easter Special! Notice, this chapter is not meant as a religious statement, not made to seclude anyone of any belief, or made to offend anybody. This chapter is not for propaganda, it is purely for the storyline.

Now that we have that out of the way, let's read!

Disclaimer, I only own my OC's

Shiftys P.O.V

"Bro, look at the calendar." Lifty whispers to me and I rub my eyes groggily.

"No, for the last time, I do not know when Chinese New Year is." I yank my blanket back over my head, blocking him out.

"It's not that Shift, I mean, look at the month." He insists, pulling my blanket down and shaking my shoulder.

I manage to open my eyes and glare at my younger-by-twenty-minutes-brother. I glance over him and notice that both Swifty and Thrifty are still asleep. "What the hell? No one else is up except us." I hiss at him.

"What holiday comes up soon?" Lifty tightens his grip on my shoulder.

I look at him and it dawns on me. "Eas-" I manage out before Lifty puts his hand over my mouth.

"If you say it, she will hear it and wake up. If we don't say anything we might be able to get away with just a week." Lifty pleads, looking into my eyes.

"What's going on?" Thrifty asks, looking over Liftys shoulder and let out a yawn.

"Come to the living room with us, we'll tell you." I tell my youngest brother and get off our shared bed. I fix my hat as Lifty and Thrifty get up, leaving our sister to sleep.

Liftys P.O.V

"Okay Thrift, the first thing you need to know is that Swifty is very obsessed with one holiday in particular. The only time of year when she snaps. She is no longer our sister, she's something from a whole other world." I tell him.

"What do you mean? I've seen her snap a few times. Especially near the end of the month. She'll be over it in a week." Thrifty shrugs.

"No, that's different. She doesn't just 'get over it' until they day after, she's freakin crazy. She's a perfectionist. This has been going on since we were nine. She's just not herself." Shifty explains, walking to the coat closet. "I'll show you." He grabs down a book from the shelf.

He turns it the first page. It was us when we were eight, when we had the best possible foster parents.

Flash back

(Note, italics are the memory and normal letters are Liftys reflective thoughts, if that makes any damn sense)

"Lifty, angel, you just have to stand still for one more minute." Mamma tells me and smooths down my hair. "Then, when we get home, we can have a weigh in." She smiles at me and turns her attention to my bow tie.

I remember the weigh-ins. They would weigh us and whoever gained the most would get a treat.

"Mamma, Shiftys' hair is done." Swifty tells her before placing her soother back in her mouth.

"Good job, honey." Mamma looked back and realized that she already had her green pacifier back in her mouth. "Swifty, you do remember this is the last day you get that pacifier out of the house, right?" Mamma bent down to her eye level.

"I know, I just don't get it." Swifty mutters, not taking it out of her mouth.

"You might be short and skinny for your age, but you're a big girl now. Lifty stopped biting his nails and Shifty stopped gnawing on pencils, now it's your turn. All of your other foster parents gave up on getting rid of your pacifier, but I'm not." Mamma told her firmly.

"Mah-Muh-er." The photographer struggled to read aloud from the clipboard.

"Honey, don't hurt yourself now. Everyone just calls me 'Mamma' around here." She helps the orange chipmunk.

He smiles thankfully and sets up his tripod. "Anytime you and yours are ready, Miss Mamma."

Swifty took out her pacifier and gave it to our foster father.

Our foster dad was amazing. I honestly can't say that I remember what his real name was. The first day they had us Mamma explained that people had a hard time pronouncing her name and Mrs. Rabbit sounded too formal. Dad on the other paw was always referred to as Dad. Several old foster kids of theirs, despite if they were adopted, aged out, or anything, called him Dad. He kept to himself so everyone in town just started calling him either 'Old Rabbit Guy' or 'Dad'.

We all lined up, Shifty on the right, Swifty in the middle, and me on the left. Mamma and Dad stood over us. We all smiled as the camera shuttered.

"That is what set her off. Easter was very big to our foster parents, and they were the only foster parents we had ever gotten attached to. They had us for two years before everything came crashing down." Shifty explained. "They come back every year for Easter service and Swifty always makes this huge deal about everything being perfect."

"She feels the need, even though they have told us a million times that everything's alright. I feel for her, and I agree, we should look nice and clean at least once a year, but she takes it to new extremes." Lifty sighs and glances at his brother. "It's also when Shifty loses himself. He's not our leader, he takes position as second command and Swifty leads."

"It's what she needs, she needs to have control over this. It's better to just give her lead and go with it." Shifty explains.

"What exactly happens?" Thrifty asked, his voice starting to shake a bit.

"She's mostly harmless if you're compliant. Every year it's teeth whitening, clothes fittings, endless drills on behavior and manners." I explain just as we hear a groan from down the hall

"She's up! Go hide it!" Shifty hissed at me as I grab the book and jump over the coffee table.

"Hey guys." Swifty walks into the living room as Lifty throws himself onto the couch. "Is something wrong?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah. We're all good, sis." I stammer out.

Swiftys P.O.V

"You're a world class thief and you still can't lie to me. Spill." I put my hands on my hips, waiting for an answer. I scan the room and notice Lifty 'nonchalantly' whistling and Thrifty standing stiffly with his hands in his pockets. "What's going on?" I direct my attention to my youngest brother whose forehead is now beaded with sweat.

He glanced around nervously. "We were just talking about... you. Uhhhhhh" he glanced around, probably looking to Lifty and Shifty. I whip my head around and notice both of them miming at him to be quiet. "You just seem really stressed is all." He laughed nervously.

"Yeah, yeah. We thought you and Flaky should go out. Maybe go to the spa!" Lifty adds quickly. "Get your hair and nails done. Take Nikki if you want!"

Okay, who are these guys and what have they done with my brothers? "Really? Me go to a spa? On purpose? And without any motive to steal anything" I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. "Since when have I ever enjoyed that kind of thing? Something up and I want to know exactly what it is, right now. I'm Second in Command, so I out rank two of you." I point out.

"Yeah, well I'm the Leader. I was born first and I'm telling all three of you to drop it." Shifty glares back at me, every ounce of his being was bravado. He steps toward me, his face softening. "Sis, it's okay. Go to the movies, go out for coffee, whatever. Hang out with Nikki and Flaky. Hell, we can even babysit Naki and Misa."

Shiftys P.O.V

"Fine, I'll call them. But you three have six hours to replace what you broke, undo what you did, or whatever you guys got into." She sighed and rubbed her temples. "I'm going to take a shower and go." She walked out of the living room

"We di-" Lifty was interrupted by Swifty yelling from the bedroom.

"It's almost Easter, oh my god, Easter is coming!" Swifty ran back into the living room, panic spreading across her face.

"I need to schedule dentist appointments, get your suits tailored, and everything else." She hyperventilates and nervously flips through the phone book. "Shifty, say it." She pleads and I sigh.

"I Shifty James Raccoon, hereby relinquish my status as Leader temporarily to Swifty Delilah Raccoon. During this time she will uphold all Leading responsibilities, including but not limited to; dentistry, meals, and discipline. She will consider what everyone thinks before putting a plan into action. She shall get the deciding rule however, on everything. If she shall let the power go to her head, a meeting can be held for early impeachment." I repeat the verbal contract we made up years ago.

"Under my authority I, Swifty Delilah Raccoon, enlist Shifty James Raccoon as my Second in Command until his leadership is reinstated. Are there any objections to the agreement arranged before you?" Swifty asked.

"No." Lifty and Thrifty groan simultaneously.

Swiftys P.O.V

March 29th

"Thrifty, Thrifty?!" Shifty called out in the store as I looked through the racks of clothing. "Come on kid, you only have to try on three more outfits, then Swifty says that your done!"

I was starting to get irritated with my little brother, he knows not to just take off like that. "I wonder if he-" I spin around, expecting to see Lifty, but he's gone. "Lifty?" I ask out loud and scan the store for my younger brothers.

"Hey sis, look over by the book area." Shifty smirks, crossing his arms.

I look and notice two figures on bean bag chairs. I realize that it's Thrifty asleep in one bean bag with his head resting on Liftys leg and Lifty has his head drooped forward. The book in Liftys hand slipped out of his grip and silently hit the carpeted floor. I grab my phone and take a picture as a beaver woman comes up to us.

"Now isn't that just precious? Do you know these two?" She asks and Shifty and I look at eachother in disbelief. We look nearly identical, all our lives people haven't been able to tell us apart, which is the main reason I had let my hair grow out.

"Um, yes. We know them." Shifty rocked back and forth on his feet awkwardly.

"Is that his son?" She asked in aw.

"No, those are our brothers. Liftys the youngest of us and Thrifty is out little half brother." I explain, trying to cover my laughter.

April 1st

"Okay, no big deal, no big deal." I wrap my arms around myself and try to control my breathing. "We can either get it tailored or we can just get you a new suit."

Shiftys P.O.V

I sigh as I look at the mess my sister has become. Her eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep and stress, she's pale as a ghost, and her hair is starting to fall out. Lifty and I call it her 'shedding' which is what happens when she gets too stressed and overworked. She has it tied into a sloppy braid instead of it being styled and teased. I watch as three long green strands fall out of her head.

I look down at my old suit. I've grown five and a half inches since last year and both my light blue button up shirt and black vest are too short. The sleeves going to the middle of my forearm and the bottom of my shirt goes to my navel. "Swifty, I think you need to take a break for a minute." I tell her slowly and calmly.

"No, I promised I could do this. Mamma and Dad think I can do this, I'm not letting them down." She takes a breath in and relaxes her shoulders a bit, but her ears continue to twitch.

"Okay." I step toward her and hug her close. "They'd be proud of you either way."

She smiles, I notice her eyes are starting to look sunken in. I smile back at her. I may have given her leadership, but no matter what, she's my little sister first.

Easter

"Okay guys, the day Webern been waiting for." Swifty sighs and smiles brightly, her newly whitened teeth shine, the light reflected off her canines. My sister may hate the dentist with a passion, but like every year, we get our teeth worked on and she grins and bears it. "Let's just remember to look nice and behave." She grabs a lint roller out of her purse and starts going over my shirt with it.

"Kids!" We here a voice behind us and all of us excluding Thrifty recognize her voice.

"Mamma!" We all run toward her and dad.

"Oh, my babies." She hugs us all and kisses us one after another on the forehead. "My stars, it's been a long year. Lifty, you've grown so much!" She says in a was we step back.

I raise an eyebrow, I'm the only one that's grown since last year, I'm almost half a foot taller. One of the best things about her is that she could immediately tell Lifty and I apart, even without my fedora, and I'm wearing it! "Mamma, I'm Shifty." I frown as Dad whispers into her ear.

"Oh, I knew that honey. Mamma's sight is just going a bit. It's what happens when you get old. Now, where's this little brother I've been hearing so much about?" She asks and we all smile gleefully.

"This is Thrifty, he's six." Swifty says happily and drags our blue furred half brother.

"Hi!" He shakes her hand and Dads hand.

"No honey, none of that now." She brings him into a close hug. "You're just the sweetest little thing, you know that?" She puts him down.

"Hy do they only call you guys 'Mamma and Dad'? Both our moms are dead and our dad is in prison?" He asks bluntly.

"Child, that's what everyone calls us. Me and my husband have been foster parents for many many years. They were our last kids actually. We love them as if they were our own. You too." She smiled kindly and kissed him on the forehead.

"Now, this year is the first year my little Swifty Pie is going to be in the woman's bible study. And my boys are going to be in the men's with me. You'll have fun in the kids room though, there's a lot of kids your age." Dad reassures Thrifty.

"Yes, Shirley is going to have a wonderful time." Swiftys face drops and her ears droop at this.

"Ma-" She starts before being interrupted.

"I'm sorry baby, you're Swifty." She glances down and we walk into the church. "I'm so sorry, I've just been a little scatterbrained lately."

"Okay." Swifty says quietly, more than likely hurt by her memory.

Liftys P.O.V

She's not herself. I mean, I know she's changed since she lost her rights to be a foster parent, but she never mistook me for Shifty, and definitely couldn't forget Swifty.

"Hey, how about you go take Thrifty to the kids room. I'll get these three squared away." Dad tells Mamma.

"Will do. Come on, you'll be having plenty of fun." She says and takes our little brother.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Swifty asked on the brink of tears, a true rarity.

"We love all of you, I want to make that very clear to you three." He says and looks us all in the eye. "It killed us when the court decided we couldn't keep you."

"We love you too." Shifty tells him.

"Eight months ago we found out that your Mamma was diagnosed with Alzheimer's." He sighs, taking the three of us into his arms. "She does love you, so much." I feel a tear falling out of my eyes.

"So, she won't remember us?" Shifty asks as he releases us.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me." The voice speaks behind us. "Please forgive for what I might say to you. I love you all, you are truly the children I could never have." Mamma steps out in front of us.

"It's okay, we know." Shifty smiles, I can tell he was crying though.

She sighs and takes my hand. "Lifty Anthony Raccoon, you are the baby of the family. You're scared of clowns and your favorite food is macaroni and cheese." She moves onto Swifty. "Swifty Delilah. My little Swifty Pie, you know all the lines to Pretty In Purple and The Dinner Club, even though you act like the tough girl. You also secretly love math."

"I love you, Mamma." She cries. She finally takes Shiftys hand into hers.

"Shifty James, you take good care of your little brothers and sister. You don't think you deserve there love, but my dear little son, you do. You can't stand apples." She hugs us all.

Aaaaand finito! Wow, how was that? Did it seem a little rushed. It was, I've been procrastinating and so you get the most rushed chapter ever.

And like I've said before, I did not intend to insult anyone from this and I sincerely apologize if I have. If I find out anyone was hurt by it, I am fully prepared to take this chapter down.