New addition to the family.  A/N:  I intend to play fast and loose with the timeline in this, just fyi.  

Arthur and Paula were out on a stroll through downtown LA with all of the kids in tow; a six-year old boy was tormenting his younger friend by systematically decapitating his barbies and throwing their heads into the nearest gutter her could find.  Aiden was outwardly bemoaning the loss of his dolls and their fabulous hairstyles (which he had spent hours perfecting the previous day), but inwardly relieved that Glen had not yet found his secret stash of barbies, especially skipper’s beach convertible.  It would just a tragedy of epic porptions to see them drown in the toliet bowl just like his frilly hair bow had the week before.  The other three five year olds were skipping ahead, attempting not to break their mothers’ backs by stepping on one of the cracks in the sidewalk.   

Kyla came to a sudden halt as she crashed directly into a small dark-skinned boy sitting with his back to the side of a building, holding a monkey in one hand, and a cup of coins in the other.  Oddly enough, the monkey was better dressed than the boy, in a top hat, vest, and bow tie.  "Howdy y’all!" proclaimed the boy, aroused from his slumber by the arrival of Kyla’s hand on his face as she tried to keep her balance and avoid toppling him over completely "I’m Clay, and this is Beelezebub, or just Bub for short, my monkey.  Just 25 cents to see him dance a jig!  50 cents for one of his famous Jaimaca raisins!"   

"OOhh can we see him dance mummy, can we?" cried Spencer, eagerly grabbing onto her mother’s arm.  "I guess so" grumbled Paula in return, earning a sharp look of disdain from Arthur for her troubles.  "Look, son" started Arthur "where are your parents?"  "Oh that is a sad story" replied Clay, his face suddenly dropping and his expression becoming taciturn.  "I was born in Louisiana, and my parents and I were part of the traveling circus.  Unfortunately, there was an accident with one of the elephants, and all I’m left with is this monkey."  "Oh, that’s terrible" proclaimed Paula, a semi-genuine look of remorse invading her otherwise impassive blue eyes.  "what happened exactly?"  "Oh, it’s horrible, ma’am, just horrible" replied the boy, sensing that he may be able to take the rather idiotic woman for more money if he constructed a more elaborate sob story, "no one had cleaned the pen for weeks, and when they finally went in together to clean up after the elephant they asphixated from the fumes.  No one found them until a day later when I stumbled upon both of my parents face down in a pile of elephant poo.  Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa".   

Arthur was touched by the story, although he was not as guilable as his wife, who now had tears streaming down her face, and was reaching to clutch the poor child and suffocate him in the warmth of her ample bosoms.  "Why don’t you come home with us?" he inquired of the young boy and his monkey.  When Clay nodded the affirmative, Arthur scooped him up out of the midst of Paula’s cleavage (just in time as he was fast becoming cyanotic), and lifted him and the monkey onto his shoulders.  "Guess what kids!  you get a new brother!"  All of the children cheered, although Ashley was more excited about the prospect of the monkey and his Jamiaca raisins, having already sampled a few that were laying nearby on the blanket Clay and his pet had previously been perched upon.   

"Great" thought Paula.  "But Bub has got to go"  (his non-traditional naming was offending her Catholic sense of propriety).  A few days later, a cry arouse from the depths of the Carlin home, as a sobbing Clay came dashing out of his new bedroom.  "Bub’s gone!"  Everyone tried to be helpful, including Aiden who suggested that maybe he had met the fate of Skipper’s cherry red convertible and had found himself drowned in the toliet bowl.  "I’m sure he’ll turn up soon" uttered Paula, as she grasped Clay tightly to her ba-zooms, causing him to lose track of the fact that he had just lost his pet, instead worrying about meeting his parents’ fate of asphyxiation.   

Indeed, Bub did turn up.  Actually, right next to the turnips that evening at dinner.