Again, Cerbee was taking Jimmy's house away, to chase after Dorkus in a soccer ball suit, and again, Beezy and Heloise are debating whose house Jimmy should stay at. Jimmy was just annoyed by all this. It was the same old thing every time Jimmy's house was taken away, until finally something happened.

"Fine, you win," Beezy reluctantly said. After all that arguing, he decides to give up. There was a victory face on Heloise.

"Good. C'mon Jimmy," She pulled his hand to her house. Jimmy looked back at Beezy.

He looked angrier than ever.

Jimmy felt sorry, he was about to call to Beezy until he lost it all when Heloise threw him on the couch—literally.

"Just relax. I'll go get us some snacks," Heloise said, and walked to the kitchen. Jimmy stared at the lever near a bookshelf. Why doesn't Heloise want anyone to touch the lever? Jimmy thought. He looked around. Heloise was no where in sight. He crept to the lever, looked around again.

"If Heloise doesn't want anyone to touch it, then I won't," Jimmy said, trying to resist. He walked back to the couch, but only went half way. He looked back at it. It was pressuring him. He wanted to know what Heloise was hiding, but Jimmy has to respect her property. He walked back to the lever, was about to pull it and…

"Jimmy, what are you doing?"

Jimmy jumped. Heloise was looking at him with her awkward face. Jimmy had to come up with something.

"Uhh, I fell off the couch all the way over here," Nice save, Jimmy he thought sarcastically. Fell of the couch? Heloise just glared at him. She set the snacks down on a table.

"Seriously, what are you doing?"

"Nothing,"

That glare of hers makes it look like she can see through Jimmy. He could feel sweat falling from his forehead. Jimmy tried to make an excuse just to get Heloise to leave. He spilled the tray purposely.

"Oops, Sorry, Heloise, I'll get that cleaned up," Jimmy said. He picked up the snacks and put them on the tray, and headed towards Heloise's kitchen. He was away from the lever, but was glad to get away from the glare. He threw the snacks out the window, and Beezy came out of nowhere eating them. He ran back to the living room, but Heloise was still there, waiting for Jimmy to return. She looked at a wristwatch hidden under her sleeves. Jimmy frowned. He tried to walk casually to the room, and lay on the couch.

"Great morning, right?" Jimmy had his weird smile—a smile that meant he was hiding something. Heloise paid no attention to his face at the moment, looked at the watch, and looked up.

"It's 3 in the afternoon," Heloise stared. She was thinking either Jimmy was an idiot or he was hiding something.

"Right, I knew that. I'll be right back," Jimmy said, biting his lips. Thankfully, Heloise went back to her room. He sighed in relief. He went to the lever again.

"I do wonder what Heloise is hiding in here," Jimmy asked himself. He knew Heloise would be pissed if he pulled the lever, but they were friends, and friends don't keep secrets (in most occasions). He shut his eyes, and pulled the lever.

Nothing happened.

Jimmy was about the pull the lever up, until he turned his head around. His jaw dropped. He was face to face with a room that was filled with Jimmy himself. He walked inside. There were Jimmy balloons with kisses on them, a Jimmy statue of some sort with a kiss mark, a picture frame of Jimmy sleeping, and other stuff with Jimmy written all over it. His jaw was still dropped. He knew what was going on—or did he?

"Sweet room. I guess I'm supposed to be sleeping here," Jimmy said and walked inside. He sat on the pillow, and his eyes were traveling around the place. He then stopped. It was all coming to him. Kiss marks, framed clothing, and a huge picture of him sleeping! It finally occurred to him: Heloise likes him.

"I gotta tell Beezy!" Jimmy turned around, and saw Heloise standing there. He was caught. Worse, Heloise was about to pull the lever down.

"It took you this long to realize it. Well you're not going anywhere," Heloise had a sinister laugh, and pulled the lever down.