Carlos smirked and waited for Logan. He had his helmet on and was on and he was in combat mode, in a fued with Logan after he called him a 'dolt' and ate his dinosaur chicken nuggets.

"Come on Logan," he sang to himself as he sat at the end on his swirly slide.

Meanwhile James was talking with some chick who he thought was hot. Trying to teach Logan how to have a little 'savoifaire' with the women. Logan was terrible with girls and with being a 'cool guy' in general.

"Are you paying attention?" James asked.

"To what? All I've done is see you walk up to each girl and say two lines and then it all blurs," Logan looked at him.

Jame sighed, "Ok, well maybe we should get you on something easy. Talk to her over there," he pointed to some random chick.

Logan instantly got nervous and his throat went numb as he went over, "Uhm...hi...may I court you?"

James facepalmed and pulled him away, "What was that!"

"Me trying to talk to a girl?"

"No. Don't talk like you're 73!" he yelled.

"Look, thanks for trying to help me. But I just got a book and I want to go read it," he sighed and began to walk to their room until James put an arm around his shoulder and turned him.

"No, I told you that I'd help you get at least one girl and I am!" he stood proud, "This will be my hardest challenge yet, but I'm gonna help you go from drab and boring to awesome!" he heard applause in his head.

"Wow, how noble of you, but no," he rolled his eyes and left.

"Wait, wait, wait!" he chased him and got to the door first, "I know what'll help. A change of clothes," he pushed the door open.

"Ha! Got ya..." Carlos stared and stopped mid sentance as he saw James dripping with pink paint.

Logan laughed and backed away.

"This...is...my...favorite...SHIRT!" he growled and chased Carlos, who screamed and ran around the room, trying to keep out of reach, "Wait until I get my hands on you!"

"It was meant for Logan!" carlos ducked around a couch and climbed over the hockey table. He propelled to the swirly slide and tried to climb up, but James grabbed his leg and pulled him out.

"You little brat!" he sat on the edge of the slide and pulled him over his left leg, wrapping an arm around his waist he yanked his jeans down to his knees, "I just bought this shirt!" he slapped the seat of his blue corndog boxers.

"Ah!" he kicked and tried to push free, "I'll buy you another one!"

"And what about my hair! You gonna buy me some more of that!" he slapped the middle of his butt hard.

"Owww! I gotta sit on that!" he kicked and squirmed, quickly getting eight to the same spot, "Owww! Sorry!"

"Not half as sorry as you will be!" He continued hitting the center of his butt, making sure he'd feel it through his cotton briefs.

Logan snickered, watching from the doorway, which was open still since to step in he'd step in a mess of paint.

"Owww! Ow, ow, ow!" Carlos kicked.

After a minute Jame stood, putting him on the floor, "Now clean up the mess you made!"

Carlos rubbed his butt as he ran to get some cleaning supplies. he'd have to think of another way to get Logan.