Timothee

Professional Drift Specialist

Timothée learned how to drift long before he learned how to stop, which unfortunately explains most of the damage around the neighbourhood pond. Nobody knows where he got the tiny red car from, and honestly nobody wants to ask too many questions because the answer would probably create legal complications.

Every morning, Timothée can be heard speeding through puddles long before sunrise, usually while yelling motivational phrases at absolutely nobody. He insists this is “professional training,” despite the fact he has never technically competed in anything other than a very heated shopping trolley race behind a garden centre three years ago.

He treats every tiny inconvenience like a dramatic action sequence.

Dropped a sandwich?
Drift around the corner.

Need soup from the shop?
Maximum speed.

Saw a slightly interesting leaf?
Immediate tactical manoeuvre.

Most creatures in the Wiggly Lines universe have accepted that Timothée experiences life at a volume significantly louder than everyone else.

Despite the chaos, he’s strangely dependable in emergencies. If somebody’s sad, stranded, or carrying too many groceries, Timothée appears almost instantly in a cloud of questionable driving decisions and emotional support honking.

Maple says he drives like “a deeply confident disaster.”

Bernard refuses to get into the car with him after “the bread incident.”

Olive keeps trying to knit him a safer scarf, though Timothée claims safety “reduces artistic freedom.”

Secretly, Timothée worries that if he slows down for too long, everyone might realise he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. So instead, he keeps moving - loudly, dramatically, and usually sideways.

Still, whenever somebody hears distant honking echoing through the clouds, they can’t help feeling a little safer knowing Timothée is probably nearby.

Known Associates

• Maple

• Olive

• Bernard

Recent Sightings

Banned from local pond racing