Everyone stared at Johnny as if he were a madman rambling inane nonsense, heck, most of the kids were even wondering to see what he could've done considering the way his face looked. Regardless, after what felt like ages of silence, his 'date' had spoken up from one of the few tables she was sitting at near a corner of the gym.

"Over here, Greaseball! You're late." The blonde girl scoffed, crossing her arms.

Johnny sighed, and proceeded to slick back his hair with some leftover pomade he had in his pants pocket. The other seniors went back to dancing the moment Johnny walked over to his irritated girlfriend.

"Hey, babe! Sorry I'm late. Had to take a little detour and-"

She held up her hand to interrupt him. "I honestly don't want to hear it. Let's just dance to make up for the lost time we weren't dancing together, got it?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah. I got it, Sheila."

Sheila grabbed his hand and almost pulled him violently into the crowd with her. "Good you see reason."

"So," He started dancing with her. "You look, uh, very..."

"Very what, Johnny? Don't act like such a nervous wreck."

"Beautiful." He awkwardly stated. "Your hair, your eyes, man, everything! Everything about you makes me want to kiss you."

Shelia blushed, seemingly for the first time during their date so far. "You really mean it?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Aww, Johnny, how sweet. I 'almost' forgive you now for making me wait for you earlier. Even though you still have some ways to go yet until I let you... well, I guess you'll find out if you're good to me the rest of this dance."

He looked into her eyes and smiled. "I think I see where you're getting at."

"Glad. Now hush, sounds like the second song is about to come on. Whatever it is, I want you to show me the time of my life, Johnny."

He grinned. "You got it, babe."

"Wow, Johnny is practically eating out of Sheila's bullshit. And he doesn't even know."

Anthony agreed with Danielle's input on the matter. "Yeah, it's clear she's using him for something. Don't plan on knowing what, though."

Danielle glares at the two, then hears the next track play: the song being Bo Diddley by Bo Diddley.

She overhears their conversation in the distance. "Johnny! This is perfect for us! Now don't mess this up, wouldn't want to ruin my reputation at Sunny-Vale with your possible two left feet. Know what I mean?"

Grinding her teeth, Danielle gets the sudden feeling she's had enough of Shelia and decides to act - something she also felt she should've done a long time ago.

Anthony widened his eyes at the sight of his girlfriend leaving him so quickly. "Danielle, where are you going?"

She looked at him and winked. "Don't worry, Anthony. I'll be back soon. I just need to get some refreshments for myself."

He crosses his arms and shrugged. "All right, I'll be trying to pass the time while you do so."

Danielle walked toward the food and drink table. Besides the obvious punchbowl with empty glasses around it, Danielle noticed a ton of bare plates - that was until then an idea popped in her head.

Danielle looked around, eventually spotting the Mister Handy bot she was looking for. The unit was picking up some discarded cups and plates some students had 'left over' by one of the other gym entrances.

She called him out. "Hey! Mister Handy, sir!"

"Oh!" The robot nearly dropped what he was picking up but caught the objects just in time before they fell to the ground again. "Yes? Do you require assistance, madam?"

Danielle put her finger on her bottom lip to reveal to the robot she was thinking. "In a way. I was simply wondering when you're going to bring out the cake. You know, the cake you've mentioned to me and my date a while ago."

"Ah, yes. Right you are, madam. The cake will be ready shortly as soon as I put this trash away."

"Oh, let me help you with that." She grabbed the few plates and cups the bot had in its claw-like hands. "Surely you must check on the cake, so it won't burn in the oven or wherever you got it baking."

A few beeping sounds and whirs came from the Mister Handy. "Miss, are you sure you aren't programmed by Robco yourself? Because you're making much more logical sense than my circuits could handle. ...Ahem, please pardon my joke, miss. It seems my humor emitter array requires a tune-up from my creators. Anyhow, I'll go check on the cake right this moment."

She agreed. "Please do. Feeling a bit peckish on my end."

The bot left the gym. That was until then Danielle had heard some loud cheering coming from a plus dozen seniors surrounding Johnny and Sheila. The both of them were 'wooing' the crowd with their rhythmic movements to the song that was still playing.

She overheard Sheila's squeals of happiness fill the room and the circle she was in. "Wow, Johnny! I'm impressed! Didn't think you would be a great dancer considering you're a greaser and all!" This no doubt made Danielle even more furious at Shelia, which led to a little jealousy as well.

Anthony walked over to Danielle, his friend Max from earlier included.

"You didn't get any food for yourself, Danielle?" Anthony raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't, no. None of the food that was already available interested me, so I went to the robot and asked him about the cake."

Max protested. "How could you not grab at least one Fancy Lad snack cake for yourself? They're delicious!"

Danielle rolled her eyes. "Because I don't want any, Max. I would rather have something more filling like the cake the robot was talking about."

Max shrugged as he took a bite from a snack cake he had in his left hand. "I gotcha, I gotcha. Wouldn't want to argue with my best friend's date anyway. Anthony wouldn't let me hear the end of it."

She nodded. "It's okay, Max. No hard feelings."

"Hey, Max," Anthony put his hand on his shoulder to get his attention. "Can you excuse us for a moment? There's something I need to discuss with Danielle."

"Sure, buddy, I'll be sitting at one of the tables if you need me." He left without question.

Anthony turned to his date and guided her to a couple of empty chairs that were against one of the gym walls. They sat down. "Danielle, I know this is our first date and all, and I don't know how you would react to me asking a question like this, but..."

"Whatever you got on your mind, say it."

He sighed, surprised at how 'direct' she was. "Are you planning something? Like, does it have something to do with the 'queen' over there?" Anthony turns his head to inconspicuously show to her who he was referring to.

"Yeah, it has to do with Sheila over there. She thinks she's so better than everyone else. It honestly irks me, Anthony. It really does. So I want to get her back, for all of the many times she's made fun of me, of you, and even your friend Max over there."

Anthony thought about it for a moment, and asked another question for her. "As long as it won't be dangerous, right? Nothing that'll get us in trouble."

"Nah, of course not. I don't want me, you, or anyone else to get into trouble for doing anything risky. It'll be something embarrassing, something that she'll remember when she gets married or whatever."

"Oh God, Shelia getting married? I feel sorry for whoever gets to be her husband then. Hopefully it won't be poor Johnny that gets the privilege, haha."

Danielle laughed at his remark about Shelia and Johnny. "Please, Anthony, stop! Don't make me laugh, the scenario is too hilarious to imagine!"

"But in all seriousness though, I think I got an idea for how we could do it."

Anthony nods. "I'm listening..."