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Day 2: Switch his shampoo out with pink hair dye.

Date: August 9, 2010

Step 1: Find out where Chad keeps his shampoo.

Step 2: Find Chad's house.

Step 3: Locate where Chad is in his house.

Step 4: Get in the house and find the shower.

Step 5: Switch the shampoo sneakily, and get back out.

Day two was a little more challenging, but definitely worth it. It was time to switch Chad's shampoo with pink hair dye, so his precious locks will be nice and pink. I was very excited. This was going to be good. I knew that there was one big problem with this mission, though, where is Chad's shampoo? There aren't showers on the set. He showers at his house. How can I sneak into his house? Or, even more important, where is his house? I decided to let Zora figure out all of these questions. She was good at these things. Luckily, she recorded the phone call. It went like this.

"Let me hear you say, 'Hey'"

"Mr. Cooper?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"I'm with a company that helps produce shampoos, and we would like to ask you a few questions because you're hair is so nice. We know you must know a lot about your shampoo. So, will you take our survey?"

"You make me blush! Of course I'll take your survey!"

"Okay, what brand of shampoo do you use?"

"Pretty boy shampoo."

"Great. Where do you usually keep you shampoo?"

"In my shower, next to all of my other products."

"Great! Now, I'm sorry we have to ask this, but we need an address. We don't need the city or zip or anything, just the first part."

"No problem! My address is 4444 Applewood Drive."

"Great! Thank you so much Mr. Cooper. Here at this company we love Mackenzie Falls. It's just so dramatic."

"No, problem, ma'am, and thanks for being a fan."

"Thanks Mr. Cooper. It was nice talking to you."

"Nice talking to you, too."

Well, with this phone call, step one was complete! Now, I would actually have to find Chad's house. I was familiar with the street, and 4444 was easy to remember, but it's still challenging to find the right house. I jumped in my car, and went off to the neighborhood. It was full of big houses. Suddenly, my apartment seemed really small. I should have known that Chad would live in a mansion. After about ten minutes of driving back in forth in one street, nearly hitting some dogs and running over a wad of cash just laying on the road, I came up to Chad's house. I knew it was his because there were cardboard cutouts of him on the lawn. Figures. I slowly sneaked up to the door, hiding behind it's wooden frame. Step 2, complete. I would have to find where he was inside the house. I couldn't just walk in and hope that he's not in the same room. I decided to walk behind the pillars and peek through the windows. I looked creepy, but it would be worth it once Chad's hair was pink. Each time I looked through a window, there was no one there. There had to be a million rooms in this mansion. It was huge! If things were going at this rate, I would never find him! I also didn't want to look to weird. There were cops roaming this neighborhood, and how embarrassing would it be if Chad Dylan Cooper found that Sonny Munroe was snooping around his house. Very. Finally, I got to a room that was some kind of family room. Chad was laying on the couch, sleeping. He looked so cute! There was a spilled bowl of popcorn on his stomach, and I could hear his snores through the window. If I had a camera with me right now, this would be great blackmail! Step three, done! I ran back over to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. I went back to the house, checking each window, trying to find an open one. After about five minutes of walking, there was one open. It lead to the kitchen. Great. I would have to jump in onto the kitchen counter. I slowly slipped one leg through, then the other, then my body, and finally my head. I was in! And, I didn't make a noise. I couldn't wake Chad up. That would be very bad. What was I supposed to say when he asks why I broke into his house? It's awkward, very awkward. I figured that his shower would be in his bathroom, and his bathroom would be attached to his bedroom. I slowly started to roam the hallways, peeking in each room. After about ten doors, there was a bedroom that looked like Chad's. There were pictures of himself on every wall, and his bed sheets were Mackenzie Fall's themed. Could he be anymore self absorbed? I decided to peek at the pictures on his desk. There were a lot of behind the scene photos and cutouts of himself from Tween Weekly, but there was one picture that surprised me. It was a picture from my birthday party. I remember taking it. He surprised me by asking to take a picture with me. I secretly had a small thing for him, so I found joy seeing that picture on his desk. So, first his phone, and now his room? Maybe he just liked how he looked in both of the photos. Who knows. I eventually stopped staring at the picture and sneaked into the bathroom. Step 4 was done with. The bathroom was blue, and had a lot of mirrors. Chad better not decide to come in here, because the mirrors would surely give me away. His shower was huge, and there was a whole line of products sitting on the shelf. I remembered that the brand was Pretty Boy. I just had to find that bottle. It was the last one I read, of course, and the biggest. I got out the dye from my bag and slowly opened the cap of the bottle. I was having trouble keeping my footing in the shower because it was kind of wet. Chad must have showered recently. Then, the unthinkable happened. I slipped, falling hard and spilling shampoo everywhere. I sat there quietly, trying to hear Chad's snores. Luckily, he was still asleep. I used my bag and turned on the shower to wipe up all of the shampoo. I could clean myself off later. I kept a little shampoo in the bottle, to keep the smell, and I poured in the dye. Chad's hair would be pink in less than 24 hours, as long as he showered. I slowly got out of the shower, trying not to drip shampoo suds everywhere. I took the same path back to the kitchen, making only a small mess that should dry up in a few hours. I climbed back onto the countertops and out the window and ran back to my car, laughing. I had to make sure Chad took a shower tomorrow morning, so I called his phone. Step 5, and today's mission, were both finished.

"Hey Chad. It's Sonny. I overheard your castmates yesterday talking about how greasy your hair looked. I didn't want you to figure out the hard way, so I figured that I should tell you now, so you can wash your hair before tomorrow. See ya' CDC." When I hung up, I realized something strange. Somehow I could hear Chad's phone ringing from inside the house, and the ringtone was the one I recorded yesterday. Was he really that lazy, or did he like hearing my voice? I guess only time will tell. I can't wait to see Chad tomorrow!

See you tomorrow, journal.

XOXO Sonny :D

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Love, Twipi :D