The orange cat Sniffled and sneezed, and even wiped his nose on his scarf.

His friend Spooky came over and wrote on a piece of paper, WHAT'S WRONG?

"Well, the problem is- I believe I'm not perfect." He said, before crying again.

AW, DON'T FEEL THAT WAY, Spooky wrote, AT SOME POINT EVERYONE FEELS LIKE THEIR NOT PERFECT.

"Really?" Fancy Sniffed.

YES, Spooky wrote, ITS HOW I CHANGED MY NAME TO SPOOKY.

"Wow, I didn't know other people could feel that way." Fancy said, suddenly happier.

Spooky Nodded, and Started singing a song to him.

Like a Small boat on the ocean

Sending big waves into motion

Like how a single word can make a heart open

I might only have one match

But I can make an explosion

And All those things I didn't say

Wrecking Balls inside my brain

I will scream them loud tonight

Can you hear my voice?

This time, this is my fight song

Take back my life song

Prove I'm alright song

My power's turned on

Starting Right now I'll be strong

I'll play my fight song

Cuz I don't really care what anyone else believes 

Cuz I still got a lotta fight left in me

"Wow, that was great!" Fancy clapped. Spooky blushed and wrote, THANKS. the two then walked off in the sunset together.