You know it's a special day when a pig get's up bright and early in search of his care taker for more food.. actually, that really wasn't special at all when you think about it.. atleast not for SirHawk! Today was no different. Yawning and stretching his little legs out he slowly got up from the pile of hay that was nestled up into the corner of his pen.. he snorted in glee as he looked it over, seeing how dirty and messy it was made him one little happy pig, but then.. his tummy rumbled, reminding him of why he even got out of the hay pile in the first place.. scraps.... he shifted his fat body around again and nudged his nose against the door, freeing himself from his little pig pen.

Hawk was quite confused though as he slowly made his way out to where his trough was. There was.. nobody really around and about, like, there was usually people walking around and stuffs.. TheMorrigan always had a hustle and bustle about her place but today.. it was empty. Ghost town.. strange. Hawk thought nothing of it and continued outside and basked in the sunshine, his sweaty stinky body always loved how warm the sun was on his back, he nodded in acceptance and turned, only to let off a mighty squeal...

"MY trough!!! It is empty!! What is the meaning of this??"

Hawk said as loud as he could before quickly running over to check if there was even the slightest amount of scraps in there. His eyes wilted up as he got closer, the realization of no scraps was too much for him to bare.. how ever would he survive??

"This is a serious investigation."

He often talked to himself, but this time it was serious. Pigs had a strict feeding time and today was no day for her to be slipping up.. nope nope nope. The frozen chicken nuggets in her freezer were certainly not going to do either so.. it was time to find her highscrapness and have a word! Not before he had a giggle at her name, it was something he liked to call her.. on account of that huge closet full of trash she had.. he liked to call it the scraps vault.. or the Fort Knox of scraps.. the Scraps depository.. yea.. it was that big. Mountains of scraps and she was the only one with the key! Why she wouldn't give him one was beyond him.. damn it...

Sitting his butt down now on the cold floor, he tried his hardest to think of where she possible could be.. I mean, there had to be something pretty important today for her to forget to feed her favorite pig.. but what on earth... AH!

"She's probably went off to learn how to cook me better scraps! Yes!!!!! That's it!! Scraps classes!!"

Hawk's rump quickly lifted off the floor and turned towards the .. bigger door.. the one that lead outside. Yes, he was gonna run it down! She had always told him he was not allowed outside but today, he was going to have to leave in search of scraps once again!! Taking his front leg, he dug into the floor with his hoof and let out a little snarl of breath before sending himself into a full blown sprint at the door.

Piggytrot..! Piggytrot..! Piggytrot..! Piggytrot..! Piggytrot..! he said as he continued to gain speed until finally crashing through the door.

His fat little pig body continued to roll from the momentum of bursting through the door, all the way down the front steps of the headquarters until his little body came to a sudden crash and rest against some random wood thing.. his body ached, his head hurt.. all he could do was let off a groan of relief that his body finally stopped rolling.. that was until he felt a hand touch him and he opened his eyes in a panic, NOT TODAY I'M NOT GONNA BE BACON!!

His eyes glared up at the person who, well, he couldn't hear her because his head was still ringing but he certainly recognized his owner...

"Ahh there you are.. I thought I almost lost you!" Hawk took a pause before looking around..

"What's with all these people here? Is there a party going on..."

It was in that moment he realized.. today was the BIG day.. the day of all days.. when the supreme scrapleader, the scrapmaster, the scraps key master, her high scrapness herself.. it was today she became...

"Oh gosh.. I'm supposed to make a speech." 

She nodded at him before lifting him up onto the wooden podium he crashed into.. he nervously wiped his brow with his little pig leg and quickly cleared his throat.. there was a lot of people gathered and much to his surprise.. they all were staring at him..

"Well hello everyone gathered here today! I guess I made quite the entrance coming in here.. I was just a little scared that I wasn't going to be getting fed today but now I realized, it's not about me today.. it's about TheMorrigan here and finally taking her rightful place has the Godmother of Scraps in Manhattan New York, that's right you heard it here.. there is a new ScrapMother in town and all who are in search of good scraps sha'll have to search no further!" Hawk turns and smiles at her before taking one arm and dawning it before both of her shoulders.

"By the royalty in this pig, I, SirHawk the pig, have bestowed this rank upon TheMorrigan .. send her your best wishes and long live the Godmother of Scraps!"

Adonis stood in the crowd near the front, sporting a usual blue checkered blazer and blacked out sunglasses while joining in to give a round of applause for the speech SirHawk just gave. He'd personally seen to getting the wine and catering done for the event as his way of throwing in. Today was a joyous occasion like no other and he happily made sure to join the most favored Pig in NY, in coronating the Godmother of NY. Letting moment be between them, Donnie took his time to gather some bottles of champagne, himself and the servers did their best to time the end of the coronation speech with bottle pops throughout the crowd. 
 

After handing it off and passing it to one of the wait staff for purposes of serving, he'd join in on the stage to represent. Shaking both of their hands and giving out hugs of congratulations. "We all knew today was but inevitable but, it doesn't make it any less joyous of a moment! If everyone could please get a glass and enjoy. To the health and long lived reign of the new Godmother!" With that, The Prize Fighter gathered some nearby freshly poured glasses for the three of them and raised his in celebration.