The sound of robots wrecking the city echoed through Becky Botsford's ears.

"I thought he would've grown out of it by now..." she mumbled, being fully aware of who it was.

"What was that, Beck?" Her dad said.

"I have to go help Violet, right now." Becky spoke. "Is that okay?"

"Sure, kiddo." He replied, adding pepper to his soup. "Just be home in time for dinner."

"Will do!" Becky bid farewell as she went outside.

Immediately, she transformed in a burst of light and flew towards the sound. She eventually found Tobey, in a park bench, watching his robots peacefully.

"Hello, WordGirl." He said, not even looking back.

"Uh...hi."

"Isn't the sunset absolutely beautiful?"

WordGirl looked up to see two robots fighting, and one falling over.

"Yeah...uh...be right back." She flew over to the robots, took them down, and flew back with robot pieces, throwing them in front of Tobey.

"Now what was that all about?"

"Well sunsets are nice, robots are wonderful," quietly, he mumbled to himself, "You are beautiful,"

"What was that?"

"So what better thing than to combine them into one gorgeous picture?" He said, ignoring her question.

"Tobey that's a ridicu-" she was stopped by a robot arm quickly grabbing her. With a sigh, she said, "What do you want, Tobey?"

"Okay...so...uh...my older cousin invited me to his wedding...and he expects me to bring a date. Would...you...like to be my-"

"No."

"If you don't, I'll make my robots destroy every important landmark in our country!"

"Wouldn't that like, land you a lifetime on jail?"

"Well...yes...but...uh..." He scratched his neck. "Will you please just go with me?"

"Listen, Tobey...I can't. I'm busy that day."

"I didn't even tell you what day it was!" He said angrily.

"It's just uh...what will I even wear? It's a wedding! I can't go dressed like THIS! It's so...informal."

"Informal?"

"Yeah, it means-"

"I KNOW what it means, WordGirl!" he snapped. "It's just, I want you to be noticed as you."

"As...WordGirl?"

"No, obviously not, I meant as what's underneath that...a turkey." He said sarcastically.

WordGirl rolled her eyes. "Okay, I get it."

"Wear a mask, come in a dress."

"When is it?"

"Uh...to...morrow?"

"TOMORROW?!" She shrieked. "TOBEY! I-uh...WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME SOONER?"

"Because then, my dear WordGirl, you would have a choice."

"Okay, that's rude, and annoying, and irritating, and-"

"Pick you up at five tomorrow! Be ready!" He said as he was carried away by a robot.

"Uh...okay, okay." She gave a sigh. What had she gotten herself into?