Nobody really knows where Splash came from.

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Some say he was born in the deep end of a hotel pool during spring break. Others swear he washed ashore after riding a rogue wave halfway across the Gulf. Splash himself claims he “just followed the current,” which sounds cool enough that nobody has bothered asking for details.

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What is known is that one sunny afternoon, The Duckfather spotted a tiny yellow figure drifting lazily across the water with a pair of shades, absolutely no sense of urgency, and the confidence of someone who had never once considered checking the depth before jumping in.

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When Splash finally floated close enough to shore, he looked around The Duck Pond, nodded approvingly, and said only:

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“Yeah... I can work with this.”

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Within hours, he had claimed a favorite spot near the water, declared himself an expert in aquatic relaxation, and somehow convinced everyone that splashing innocent bystanders counted as “community outreach.”

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Since then, Splash has traveled wherever the current takes him, leaving behind smiles, wet footprints, and occasional arguments over who started the water fight.

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He never confirms where he’s headed next.

Mostly because he probably doesn’t know either.

But wherever Splash lands, one thing is guaranteed:

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Somebody is getting wet.