Tootie was back. Better than ever in fact. Ever since she stopped obsessing over Timmy in her childhood she started to realize the point of life. No more men because she only has one goal. And that goal is to get revenge on Trixie Tang.

Tootie sat in Dimmsdale's only fancy restaurant, ready order herself something to eat. And so she had somewhere nice to sit and scheme.

Giggling. There's giggling. It's awfully familiar. And then that laugh. It's a laugh Tootie would recognize anywhere. Timmy. Tootie's head turned around to face her ex-crush.

Twang! Tootie was hit by cupid's arrow.

Timmy and Trixie sat in a table right next to Tootie.

Tootie ducked behind her menu.

"That girl was overly-obsessed with you, Timmy! I mean, one mention of your name made her melt in her seat!"

"Yep, I remember Tootie. I had to get a restraining order against her."

"Good thing that lunatic is gone."

A waitress popped in front of Tootie, obstructing her view. "Hello, I am your waitress for today. What type of drink would you like?"

"I'll take a glass of water, please."

The waitress left.

Trixie was feeling Timmy's flexed muscle. "Wow, Timmy, you're so strong."

Tootie was gaga. She was also jealous. How come Trixie got to feel Timmy's muscle and Tootie didn't?

Timmy and Trixie sat back down.

"Here's your water, ma'am." The waitress said, placing the water on the table and then leaving.

Timmy whispered something to Trixie Tootie couldn't hear.

"Aw, you're sweet."

Trixie reached to stroke Timmy's face, but that's when Tootie decide that Trixie had crossed the line.

Tootie abruptly stood up and poured her drink onto Trixie's head.

"Ugh!"

Everyone turned to Trixie.

"You little bitch! I spent four hours at the salon getting my hair styled!"

"Uh…." Tootie was tongue tied.

"Tootie?" Timmy squinted.

He looked confused.

Tootie dashed out the restaurant.