"We'll be friends forever and ever." He promised before boarding the plane. I looked down at the locket in my hand, wiping a tear as I smiled. Maybe just maybe, we'd meet again one day.

Yes, I know this plot is used often, but I just wanted to use it. Hope you like it! Also, I hate it when people who write stories like these make Sonny and Chad act like babies when they're in fourth grade or so. Nine year olds don't talk like three year olds! Sorry for the rant, but it bugs me. Each chapter will advance in their age, Right now Chad is six and Sonny is five.

Me + Owning Sonny with a Chance = NEVER GONNA HAPPEN Oh yeah, and I don't own Rugrats :( I miss that show.

"CHAD DYLAN COOPER! GIVE ME MY CRAYON!" I screamed, about ready to kill him. "Nah. You know what would be even more fun?" He taunted. "Me tackling you?" I shot back, holding back tears. "Nope. I could just do this." He snapped the crayon in two. Normally, I would just attack him, but I stayed calm. "I'm gonna get you back, Cooper. Just wait and see." he scoffed. "What's a five year old gonna do to me?" "Just wait and see." "What's that supposed to mean?" He demanded. "Just wait and see." I picked up the remains of my yellow crayon and walked away.

Now it was time to conduct Operation: Revenge on Chad. I already had a plan, I just needed to perfect it with the five important questions: Who, What, Where, When, and How. I got out my crayons (excluding my yellow one) and my files of how to make lives miserable. Don't think I'm evil or anything.

I just use them when I get fed up with people taking advantage of me. I was doing my outline when I remembered something that would make my plan even easier. My mom had invited Chad, Chad's mom, and his rude, money-loving soon-to-be step-dad, George Parker over for lunch. Time to put my plan in action. This would be good.

"Ally, can you go get the door? I'm trying to set the table." My mom called me, interrupting my Rugrats marathon. "Okay Mom!" I ran to the door. "Hi!" I exclaimed to everyone. "Hi, sweetie. I haven't seen you in a while. Still as bubbly as ever, I see." Chad's mother, Chloe Danielle Cooper, smiled.

"What are we having for lunch?" Chad asked. "Hot dogs! ! ! I declared. "K." "Lunch is ready!" Mom announced, setting hot dogs and lemonade on the table. We all ate lunch, nothing too interesting happened, except our mom's talking about a clothing catalog or something.

"I don't feel good, Mom." Chad said suddenly, his face turning pale. "I feel like I'm gonna th..." It was too late. Barf splattered all over the beige carpet. Operation: Revenge on Chad is complete! "Sorry." He apologized, eying the mess he just made. "It's alright." Mom smiled at him. "I'll clean up." Mrs. Cooper cut in. "Thanks." "My pleasure."

~~~~~~~^^^^^^^^^*********THREE DAYS LATER...*************^^^^^^^^^^^~~~~~~

"Cinderella dressed in yellow went upstairs to kiss her fellow. Made a mistake, and kissed a snake. How many doctors did it take? 1... 2... 3... 4... 5..." "POISONER!" Chad screamed. How did he find out? I had to play innocent. I put on my sweet smile and said "What do you mean my dear friend?" "Stop lying Allison.I saw your newest file about Revenge. You put hot sauce, syrup, salt, honey, pepper, Pepsi, and mustard in my lemonade! Just admit it!" "Okay, fine. But, you broke my yellow crayon!"

"You poisoned me!" "You deserved it!" "Poisoner!" "Crayon-breaker!" "Poisoning is illegal!" "Breaking crayons is MEAN! YOU ARE A MEANIE!" I expected him to come back with something but then he seemed to be thinking. "I have an idea. since you're good at getting revenge and I'm good at spying, we could prank George. Then, he'll never marry Mom and we'll go back to the old days!" Hmm... that was a good idea. "Okay. Let's do it!"

The prank they're doing on George won't be the whole plot, it will just be in the next chapter only and maybe referenced later. This chapter and the next, as I mentioned earlier, will be when Chad is six and Sonny is five. Oh and Sonny is known as Allison then. Sorry if I said Sonny by mistake somewhere. It's a habit.