Bart's POV
Unfortunately, Sam was now suspicious of mine and Calvin's actions. "Just what exact progress have you been making here?" she asked.
I sneaked a glance at Calvin. We had to give her an answer quickly. Otherwise, I think she would've forced the answer out of us the hard way. I grinned slyly. I had a plan forming in my mind, and no matter how mad anyone gots at me, I just knew Sam would be fine with anything I came up with that doesn't physically hurt anybody. Who knows? Maybe they just might even thank me and Calvin personally.
"Look, Sam." I mumbled, putting an arm around her shoulder. "You're smart, right?"
Sam looked at me, as if she was unsure what to say to that. "I guess."
I nodded. "Of course you are! And you're good with the whole bad look fashion sense, right?"
"Not really." she answered, without hesitation.
"But, you know some fashion, right?" I asked quickly. "I mean, girls know how to dress a person?"
Sam sighed, and then turned to me. "What are you getting at, Bart?"
"You know what I'm getting at." I replied. "I mean, after all, you know what Danny looks good in, right?"
Sam nodded. "Sure, I-," She suddenly cut off, realizing what I had just said. "WHAT?!"
"Bart!" Calvin whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Quiet!" I whispered back. "I'm on a roll here!"
Meanwhile, Sam was just standing there steaming at us. "Repeat what you just said, Bart! Now!"
I didn't mean too, but I laughed nervously. Man! That girl just scared me sometimes. "I said, I'm sure you know what Danny looks good wearing, even if he's been wearing the same clothes day in and day out for the past year?" It came out as more of a question than an answer.
Boy, did Sam look peeved. "Bartholomew Jojo Simpson! I'm going to kill you!"
I quickly grabbed Calvin's hand. "Come on, dude!" I cried. I dragged him into Tommy's house as Sam was chasing us.
"How did I get involved in this?" Calvin yelled.
"Just trust me!" I shouted back.
We ran around the house for awhile, Sam chasing us all of the way. Once we were both tired enough, me and Calvin ran up the stairs, and into Tommy's bedroom. Of course, Danny and Tommy were both in there.
'Great!' I thought. 'My plan is working perfectly!'
I quickly slammed the door, and locked it. Me and Calvin must've looked frightened because Danny and Tommy were looking at us with shocked expressions on their faces.
"You've gotta help us, man!" I cried.
Tommy looked at us both, a puzzled expression on his face. "What's wrongs?"
"Oh, I'll tell you what's wrong!" Calvin cried. "Sam's gonna beat us to a pulp!"
Tommy's eyes widened.
"It's just an expression Tommy." Danny explained, calming him down. Then he turned to us. "What did you do?"
"Don't ask me!" Calvin exclaimed. "Ask Bart! He's the one who got us into this mess!"
I did a fake gasp. "T-That's not true!" I lied. "All I said was Sam is good with fashion sense, and she got mad at us, and started chasing us around the house!"
It was now Danny's turn to look suspicious. "I don't know. Sam usually gets mad for a better reason than tha-,"
A huge round of knocking startled me. "Bart! Open this door! Now!"
My brows furrowed. "Are you crazy?"
She sighed. "Look, I won't kill you if you unlock this door right now!"
"Works for me!" Calvin exclaimed. He quickly unlocked the door, and Sam stepped in.
"Now," Sam sighed, "what was that all about?" She suddenly froze when she saw that Danny was in the room. She whipped around, and glared at me. "You lured me in here, didn't you?"
I pretended to look shocked. "Me? Lure you here? In Tommy's room? Honestly, I didn't even know which room I ran into!"
"Yes you did! You've been here a million times!"
"Whatever, Sam." I said shrugging. I grinned. "Still, I guess while you're here, you can help Danny with his bad image clothing, huh?"
Before Sam could say anything, I grabbed Calvin's hand once again, along with Tommy's, and ran dragging them down the hallway.
Angelica's POV
Hobbes was standing in front of me with a huge grin on his face. "You were right, Lisa!" he said excitedly. "The candy really works! Angelica's saying please and thank you more times than I heard her say it in the past few days!"
"Yeah!" Tucker exclaimed. "Maybe soon we can get her to use her manners without the candy!"
It's true. Manners are really no sweat. They'd just hold up a piece of candy, I'd say what they wanted me to say, and I'd munch on the chocolate as fast as I could. It was great! I just didn't think it was going to be this easy.
Lisa nodded at Tucker. "That's the plan." I said please once more, and she gave me another piece of candy. "Well, Angelica," she started as Hobbes set the bag of candy up on the dresser, "I think you should get a well deserved break! Go wash your hands off, and watch some TV for about fifteen minutes, and then we'll get back to work."
I nodded. "Thank you, Lisa!"
Lisa laughed. "You're welcome, Angelica!"
I smiled, opened the bedroom door, and started walking down the hallway. I froze when I saw Bart and Calvin talking to Tommy out in the hallway in front of his bedroom. He was nodding with a big smile on his face. After that, Bart and Calvin nodded at me as they headed back into Tommy's room. Tommy turned around, and grinned even more once he saw me. "Hi'ya, Angelica! What're you doing?"
I grinned, then said, "I'm just fine, thank you, Tommy."
My little cousin stared at me in shock. "Boy, Hobbes, Lisa, and Tucker have doned a very good job so far. Unless…" He paused, then asked, "Are you sick or something, Angelica?"
I tried my bestest not to use my mean tone of voice. "No. Of course not."
"Well, okay." He started toward the stairs.
"Say," I said suspiciously, "why aren't you in the bedroom with your dorky friend anyway?"
Tommy was already slowly crawling backwards down the stairs. "I've gots to goes and finds some shades."
"Shades?" I asked, puzzled. After all, that was a word that wasn't in my vocabulary.
Tommy shrugged. "I don't knows what they are neither. Bart didn't tells me. So, I guess I'm gonna have to figures it out on my own. See you later, Angelica!"
With that, he continued to crawl down the stairs as I headed down the hallway toward the bathroom.
Bart's POV
"Where is he?" I mumbled.
This was just getting plain ridictculous. I had sent Tommy out to find some sunglasses twenty minutes ago when Calvin and I were in the hallway, and he still wasn't back yet. And to make it worse, Danny and Sam were standing as close to me and Calvin as possible, and were being Mr. and Miss. Awkward, and quite frankly, I was getting sick of my own plan.
Calvin shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he doesn't know where to find them."
"Doesn't know where to find them!" I exclaimed. "Well, that's just great!" I shook my head in frustration, then sighed. "Okay, Calvin, you stay here and make sure nobody on the other side enters this room."
Calvin chuckled. "The other side?" he asked. "Bart you're making it sound like the herbivore dinosaurs verses the carnivore dinosaurs."
I shook my head, acting like I remembered what those words meant. "Whatever." I said. "Just guard the place, will you?"
"Okay, Bart. Whatever you say."
I started walking toward the door, then I froze, and turned around. "And will you try to get these two to talk?" I asked, pointing to Danny and Sam. "Their quietness is starting to really freak me out. I can actually hear myself think! Which, in case you didn't know, it doesn't happen very often around here."
Calvin nodded. Then I exited the room.
After a few minutes of searching, I found Tommy in the kitchen standing next to the refrigerator with the door open. He was just closing it, as I entered.
"What on Earth are you doing?" I exclaimed, madly.
Tommy turned around, and smiled at me. He had a pudding cup in his right hand, and chocolate pudding smeared on his face. "Hi'ya, Bart! I couldn't find the shades, so I decided to look for them in the kitchen."
"In the refrigerator?" I asked, puzzled.
As he nodded, a sudden realization came to me. "You don't know what shades are, do you Tommy?"
Tommy thought for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Um, no."
"They're sunglasses, Tommy!"
"Well, you could've just told me afore I went searching!" was the answer I gots from him.
I nodded, trying not to look irritated. "You're right. I wasn't very clear on that one. Sorry, Tommy."
"It's alright, Bart!"
We stood there in silence for a moment, Tommy sticking his hands in his pudding cup, and stuffing it in his mouth the whole time.
"So," I said, finally starting up the conversation again, "where would be the first place you'd look to find a pair of sunglasses?"
Tommy thought for a moment, continuing to lick chocolate pudding off of his hands. "Probably up in my Grandpa's room. He's gots all kinds of neat stuffs up theres!"
I grinned. "Well what are we waiting for, man? Let's goes!"
I quickly followed Tommy as he ran down the hall.
Me and Tommy ran into the bedroom five minutes later.
"We founded the shades!" Tommy exclaimed, holding them up in the air, and waving them around excitedly. He turned to face me and Calvin. "Now whats?"
"Now," I stated simply, "we give Danny a new look."
Danny, who was sitting on Tommy's bed, not moving a muscle a moment ago, leaped off the bed, and was now standing on the floor. "Uh, uh. No way is that going to happen!" He waved his arm in sideways/backwards motion for emphasis.
Calvin jaw dropped in shock. "Oh my gosh! He speaks!" he cried, sarcasm in his voice. "It's a miracle!"
Danny ignored him. "I'm only going to be bad for one day." he continued. "Why do I need to play dress up?"
"Because," I said, trying to explain this the bestest that I could, "if you went out to dinner with your parents to meet some family friends, what would they make you wear?"
Danny stared at me with a puzzled look on his face. "What are you getting at?" he asked.
"Just answer the question."
"Okay." Danny paused for a moment, then continued. "My Dad would make me wear dress up pants that look dusty, a shirt the makes my neck itch, and some funny looking shoes that are too tight. Then, my Mom would say something like, 'Why, don't you look handsome! But, we should add this tie to your suit.' Then, she'll put on this stupid looking tie with either polka dots or stripes on it that makes me feel like a dog in a collar."
"And if you can survive that torture," I started, "you can survive wearing something uncompfortable for one more day, right?"
"I guess."
"Good." I turned to Sam. "Can you find something to make Danny look like a bad person? You know, a look a little something like-,"
"James Bond?" Calvin suggested.
"James Bond!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah!"
I quickly walked up to Calvin and whispered, "He's an action hero. Not an action villain!"
Calvin stood there in thought for a moment then said, "Oh, wait a minute! I was thinking of someone else! I just can't think of the name! Sorry!" He looked around at all of us, then added, "You know, I think Hobbes took all of my famous good and bad people books! I'm completely mixed up now!"
I stared at him for a minute, then continued. "Anyway, Sam, please try and figure something out!"
Sam suddenly smiled, and nodded. "I'll try my best!"
Calvin's jaw dropped once more. "She can talk too!" he exclaimed. "Is everyone acting quiet today, or is it just my imagination?"
I smiled at my friend, holding back my laughter as me and Calvin left the bedroom once again.
I was ecstatic when I started talking to Calvin. "This is great, man!" I exclaimed. "We pulled it off!"
Calvin nodded in agreement. "I know! Danny's actually cooperating with us!" He smiled and shook his head. "It's funny though, I thought we were gonna lose this bet!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning.
"I mean," Calvin hesitated, then continued, "I wasn't so sure if this plan was actually going to work at first." Then he added quickly, "But I was wrong. That was genius!"
I grinned slyly. "I try my bestest. But, hey, what was to goes wrongs? I mean," I added chuckling, "making Danny and Sam think they were in love with each other in order to get them focused on winning this bet?" I laughed. "Classic!" I shrugged, then added, "Who knows, maybe Danny will become a prankster like one of us!"
Calvin raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked. "I mean, even though I've only known Danny for two days, he doesn't seem like a bad person."
I nodded. "You know what, you're right, Calvin! I don't think I want to even try and make it happen."
Calvin's other eyebrow went up. "But?"
"But," I continued, "we can't help it if it does happen."
Calvin's eyes widened, as we started walking down the stairs.
Angelica's POV
I had two options here. Should I or shouldn't I do the right thing? I thought of the things that would've happened through my mind. One. I could just pretend like I didn't just hear anything, that I had just passed them on my way upstairs and win this bet, get some candy, and let Danny become bad forever. Or two. Tommy is my little cousin, even if I can get so annoyed with him, that I want to push him into the sand. And if Danny became bad, I just knew he would be upset. So, what was I apposed to do?
I glanced between Uncle Stu and Aunt Didi's bedroom and Tommy's bedroom, unsure of which room to go to. After a few minutes had passed, I growled at myself, and opened the bedroom door. "This had better be worth it." I mumbled to myself.
Danny, Sam, and Tommy just stared at me, and said nothing. I couldn't blame them. They were probably really surprised to see me in here, and not training to be good.
I sighed. "Normally I wouldn't do this," I started, "and I can't believe I'm saying this, but Bart and Calvin set you guys up."
The three of them glanced at each other silently for a second. Then Sam spoke. "Wait a minute!" she exclaimed. "How do we know you aren't trying to set us up? For all we know, you could be sabotaging us so you can win this bet!"
Tommy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Angelica! How do we knows you aren't telling us the truth?"
I sighed once more, then said, "Because, if someone is trying to pick on my little cousin's friends, I don't lie about it." I looked at Danny pleadingly. "You gots to believe me. Bart made up this whole plan to make you and Sam get your attention away from goofing off, so they can make you bad. I heard them on my way upstairs from a break. They was saying that they would love it if you became a prankster just like them!"
I looked Danny in the eyes once more. "Please!" I exclaimed. "You gots to believe me!"
Danny stared at me for a minute, then smiled and nodded. "I believe you, Angelica. I mean," he glanced at Sam and Tommy, "everybody has a breaking point."
I grinned at Danny. "Thanks, Fenton."
Danny gave me a quick nod in return, then said, "I wish we could teach Bart and Calvin a little lesson though."
I glanced at Tommy, when I noticed he was grinning from ear to ear. "Maybe we can!" he exclaimed. "You guys, I gots a plan!"
I smiled. That's my cousin for you! "Let's here it!"
Tommy grinned even bigger, eager determination on his face. "Okay! Sam, continue on working with Danny's bad clothes. Angelica, you go back to Hobbes, Lisa, and Tucker and tells them the plan. Then work on your manners some more! This is what we're gonna do!"
As the four of us huddled together, and Tommy started telling us the plan, my grin kept getting bigger and bigger. I just knew this was gonna works!