Trixie let out a sigh as her red purse, littered with numerous, useless buckles, swung back and forth near her waist. She just wanted to get her dress picked out for the five year reunion at the High School. It seemed odd having to go back to a reunion at only twenty-three years old, but Trixie wasn't on the alumni committee, so she didn't decide these things. She glanced over to see Stu, ever obediently following her. She got a few odd looks from other shoppers in the mall as she had a camera crew following her, but she found that eventually they just faded into the background.

She stopped at the Melanie Lynn window and gazed inside for a few minutes, but found nothing in her chosen colours of red or pink and continued on to the next store. She eventually stopped at a smaller store called Cinderella Clothing and began perusing through the selection of dresses.

Why the cameras were following her today, she wasn't sure, but suspected it was something to do with the fact Speed, Pops, and Sparky were working on a new car design that they didn't want anyone to see yet. Mom had decided to stay at home and finish up some housecleaning, so that did make her the most interesting…

She was pulled out of her thoughts by a young salesperson who looked vaguely familiar and it could have been because she looked like a Barbie girl with brown hair. She smiled widely and Trixie was nearly blinded by her teeth. "Trixie! I haven't seen you in AGES!"

Trixie raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"

The woman turned to the camera. "Oh, she's such a kidder! I'm Wilma! We went to high school together!"

Now Trixie was fairly certain she didn't know anyone named Wilma, except from The Flintstones but didn't have the heart to tell her she didn't remember her at all. Maybe she'd be at the reunion… She simply smiled and nodded, mentally hoping to get back to her shopping. "Uh… well, nice to see you."

"Do you need any help?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"It's a hard store to find your way around."

"I'll manage."

"You're sure?"

"YES!"

At this outburst, Wilma stepped backwards, blinked, and walked away but not before blowing a kiss to the camera. Stu frowned and looked down at his camera lens. "I think we can edit that out…"

"I don't even know a Wilma…" Trixie said, not really paying attention to what the man was saying.

She tried on a few dresses, the second one, a black dress with pink and purple hearts on it caught her eye, but it didn't fit properly, so she headed off to another store meeting more "friends" from high school that she didn't remember. Now this was odd because Trixie fancied herself pretty good at remembering faces, but none of them rang a bell whatsoever.

Happily securing a red summer dress with a big bow on the back, Trixie continued her search for something to wear; only now focusing on her feet. She wiggled her toes as a young man with light blond hair came over with three more boxes of shoes. She was currently trying on a pair of black and lace J. Lo high heels and contemplating if she was more likely to fall over in them than be able to walk around. She was more of a fan of sneakers; they were far more practical…

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the loveliest eyes?"

"My boyfriend has on numerous occasions." Trixie shot back, not up for dealing with this right now. She didn't really like shoe shopping and the quicker she finished it the better.

The man looked a bit hurt. "You don't remember me?"

Trixie frowned, looking up at the man who held out the boxes of shoes like gifts. "Wait, let me guess." She said, accepting the shoes. "I went to high school with you."

"Uh… well… no…"

"Oh good." Trixie replied.

"We went out once."

Trixie frowned as she turned to him. She'd been dating Speed since she was twelve, there was no time she went out with another guy in her life. It was a record most girls in high school laughed at, but hey, love was love. "No we didn't."

"What?"

"I've been dating Speed…" Trixie continued and then trailed off. Now things were starting to make sense. She turned to Stu for a moment and then back to the man. "What's you name?"

"Tom."

"Fine, Tom. Where did we go?"

"The park."

"Which one then?"

"Uh, the one by-"

"How old were we?"

"Well I think about-"

"We never dated!" Trixie exclaimed, pushing her index finger into his chest. "Know why? Because I've been dating Speed since I was twelve! You just want to be on camera… they all did! I'm not losing my mind! That Betty person-"

"Wilma," Stu corrected unthinkingly.

"Yes… fine…" Trixie sighed looking down at her feet. She decided these shoes were fine, if she did end up falling over, hopefully Speed would end up catching her. She was tired of being spoken to by random strangers today who just wanted to be on film. "I'll take these."

Tom blinked, unnerved by the situation. "Uh… and how will you be paying for them?"

Two hours later, Trixie managed to get home, after returning to see Wilma and giving her a piece of her mind. She headed into the Racer household, slipped off her white, flat, shoes and brought her clothes into her room. As she headed to the kitchen, Speed came in and gave her a small peck on the cheek. "How was shopping?"

"Exhausting."

Speed smiled as he headed into the fridge and pulled out a small bottle of orange juice to drink. He refocused his attention "Do you think I'll even remember anyone at the reunion? You know how bad I am with faces… What if I forget who everyone is? You need to help me."

Trixie rolled her eyes. "You'll do fine. Trust me, you'll remember less people than those you've 'forgotten.'" She brought her fingers up to make quotations around the last word as she spoke.

Speed paused as Trixie stormed away, muttering angrily under her breath and he decided it was probably one of those times that he shouldn't bother asking what she meant. He shrugged, took a sip of orange juice and headed back out into the garage leaving a slightly confused Stu, sitting in the kitchen by himself.

"Um…" Stu said awkwardly, looking around at a few of the hidden cameras in the kitchen. They'd installed them after the first day of shooting had made all of the Racer family nervous because of all the people watching them. "We should probably edit this part out…"

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