"Holy shit." Anthony stood frozen, aghast with fear. He was trying not to scream like Danielle did, as the Handy was still clasping its claw-like hand around his wrist.

Two of the Handy's eyes stared at him. "I'm currently looking for some oven mitts, but I can't seem to find any."

"Oven mitts?" Anthony looked at a now-scared Danielle, then slowly craned his head back towards the robot. "You're looking for oven mitts?"

One of the bots' eyes nods up and down, to which he answers. "That would be indeed correct, sir. I need them in order to protect my hands whilst I carry the baking tray out of the oven. Wouldn't want to burn my hands and drop the cake onto the floor, now would I?"

Anthony couldn't help but smile a little. "But you're a Mister Handy! Isn't your series type supposed to withstand extreme temperatures?"

"Well, yes, to an extent - though too much heat could fry my circuits. Such as heat from an oven, for instance."

The robot continued. "But that's something for my creators to know, what are you two doing in this kitchen? Shouldn't you be in the gymnasium mingling with your other classmates?"

"I could tell you, but-" Anthony wriggled his wrist. "You got me in a pickle here."

"Oh, quite right, sir! I deeply apologize for that." It lets go and Anthony's wrist is finally free.

"Now, regarding my question..."

Before Anthony had a chance to speak, Danielle speaks up from her shocked silence. "...We came here because me and him thought it was best to check and see how you're doing on the cake. Then comes the point where it looked like you were going to attack him. Made me scream in the process."

"Oh." The robot sounded sad. " I had no intention to do so, madam." It looked at Anthony. "Sir. I was startled."

Danielle questioned. "Startled?"

"Yes, but unimportant right now. My sensors are starting to recognize the two of you from earlier. Again, deepest apologies for what happened."

Anthony nodded. "I accept your apology."

Danielle did the same. "Me too. So, do you mind us helping you find those mitts you mentioned?"

"Ah, yes, sure." The robot willingly agreed. "That would be most helpful. It's the least I could allow you humans to do for me."

"Cool. C'mon Anthony, a pair should be here around somewhere."

While now in the process of searching nearby containers, drawers, and some other shelves with Danielle - Anthony checked his watch and blew a sigh of relief. "Good, it's not eight o'clock yet. Still have time for this date."

A yell was heard from a corner of the room. "Found a pair!" Danielle exclaimed, as she waved the mitts to both the bot and her date.

Anthony grinned. "That was quick."

She joked. "No thanks to you." She stuck out her tongue at him and giggled. "Anyways. Here you go, Mister Handy - the gloves."

"Please," The bot pleaded as he put them on. "Enough of calling me that. Call me Rubert instead."

Danielle shuffled to her boyfriend's side and whispered in his ear. "They have names?"

Anthony whispered back. "Yeah, any one of them can have one if the owners or creators find it necessary. Probably used to be some old guy's robo-butler before all this."

She acknowledges him and talks back to the robot. "All right, 'Rubert'. Is the cake ready now?"

"Yes, it is, madam." Rubert takes the cake out, regardless of the fact it looked humorous seeing the Handy unit with oven mitts on. Danielle tried her hardest not to laugh - Anthony, too.


A couple minutes of preparing the cake, Rubert offers a frosting bag. "If either of you would be so kind as to put the frosting on the cake, your service would be appreciated."

"Both of us will do it." Danielle said. "After all, this is a cake made for the seniors - the students we've went to class with and such. So it's best we got to make it decorative and welcoming as possible."

"Yeah, what she said."

"All right, sir and madam. I'll leave you two to it while I tend to the dishes."

Danielle whispered. "I can't believe how lucky we've gotten so far, this prank is going to be amazing!"

"Remember, let's not get too carried away."

"Sure, Anthony. It's just a sneeze on her cake piece, should be fine."

"Although... I'm kind of tempted to write something on this cake with the frosting, but, ah, that'd be too mean."

"You're right, Danielle - it probably would've been."

"Oh, now I'm even more tempted to do it, but again, I won't. Also because it seems like you disapprove." She teased him.

Anthony rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag from her. He started dabbing the cake's top with frosting. Shortly after, Danielle decided to cut the chocolate cake into separate, wholesome parts for the seniors.

She licked her lips. "Looks scrumptious already. My, you did a fantastic job with the frosting, Anthony. Hmph, makes me wonder if you spend your spare time making cakes instead of being a tech-head."

"Hah, hah." He laughed sarcastically. "Did you get the piece cut?"

"Yep, now to add the finishing touches - ah, ah, AH-CHOO! AH-CHOO!"

Rubert hovers to the girl. "Are you all right?"

She made a big grin, wiping her nose. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just sneezed on my cake - nothing too bad."

"Would you like another piece?"

"No, Rubert."

"If you're absolutely sure, I won't argue. My programming prevents me from doing so, anyway."

Rubert continues. "I see that one of you have taken the liberty to cut the cake as well, so if you'll both excuse me - I will deliver the rest to the table. Hopefully I'll see you humans back in the guest room."

Anthony and Danielle nodded as the robot carried the cake plate to the gym. They followed him.


A circle of students still crowded around Johnny and Shelia, cheering on as they were dancing to whatever song that was currently playing. Nobody cared about the song title or artist anymore either, just as long as they were being entertained by the two.

Danielle scoffed at Johnny and Shelia's ever-growing popularity on the dance floor. Suddenly, the Handy unit made an announcement loud enough for the students to hear.

"Attention everyone! The cake is ready!" It exclaimed as it put the cake down on the refreshment table.

Most of the students around Shelia and Johnny turned their heads, and immediately walked over to get some of the delicious cake awaiting them.

Johnny looked at Shelia, catching his breath after all the dancing they did. "Do you, heh, want, heh, some cake?"

She nodded, breathing heavily. "Yes, heh. That'd be great, Johnny. Heh."

He nodded and went to the table. On another note, Max walked over to Danielle and Anthony.

"You guys got the plate, like you've planned?"

"Yep, all sneezed on. You know what to do, Max."

"I do. See you guys in a bit."

Meanwhile...

"Hey, Johnny!"

"What do you want, dweeb?"

Max sheepishly grinned. "I just got to say your hair looks like it's been dipped in car oil. Seriously, have you been getting your hair gel from the Chinese?"

Johnny put down Shelia's cake and raised a fist to his face. "What'd you say?"

"I said: you been getting your hair gel from the Chinese, haven't you? Should've known a Greaser such as yourself would've been buying their-" Max's comment was quickly cut off by a failed attempt to punch his face, which Max had surprisingly dodged.

"You got balls to falsely say I've been using this stuff from the Commies. You're dead meat, Max."

"Uh-huh, sure I am." Max laughed. "Try and catch me then." Max quickly darted to the nearest entrance leading out of the high school. Shelia screamed for Johnny as he shortly chased after the kid.

Danielle spoke softly to Anthony as the rest of the crowd was distracted. "You think your friend's going to make it?"

Anthony nodded. "Oh yeah, despite his eating habits, he's pretty fast. Must have a high metabolism, I'm guessing."

She giggled. "Okay then. Let's switch the plates before Johnny comes back, and while the others are distracted too."

Without hesitation, they went to the table and switched the plate Johnny placed down with the plate Danielle sneezed on. So far, no one noticed.

Then, a sudden voice came from one of the groups standing near the table. "Oh my. Danielle? Is that really you?"

Danielle recognized the voice. "Barbara?" She looked around.

"I'm here." She was already standing in front of her, this surprised Danielle and Anthony. Danielle especially, while Anthony stood quiet in response.

"What are you doing here?" Danielle asked.

"You know," Barbara adjusted her glasses." I thought it was time to get out of the house for once and actually come to this dance. Turned out it was the right choice."

"Must be fate or something." Danielle joked, opening her arms to hug her, while she willingly returned it.

"Ugh, my manners aren't 'up-to-par' today. Anthony, this is my best friend: Barbara. Barbara, Anthony - my date for the evening."

"Nice to meet you, Anthony." She held out her hand to shake his.

Anthony looked at her friend's hand and shook it. "Likewise. Nice to meet you too."

Barbara almost blushed. "Wow, Danielle, didn't think your date would be so handsome, and polite!"

Danielle shushed her friend. "Barb, not so loud. I-"

The doors smashed open, abruptly interrupting their conversation. The crowd, once again, stared at the same door the person earlier made a commotion with.

There he was, Johnny the Greaser - out of breath. His date rushed over to him. "Couldn't catch him, Shelia."

"Forget him, Johnny, he was trying to make you mad and not tend to yours truly."

"Now, will you get my cake, please? I'm hungry."

"On it, Shelia." Johnny gathered his strength once again walked to the 'same' plate he left on the table earlier. He gave it to her. "Here ya go."

"Thank you, Johnny." She took the fork alongside the piece and took a bite.

"Wait a minute," She started gagging. "This tastes... weird."

Johnny panicked. "What is it?"

"What the fuck?! There's snot and someone else's drool on this cake!" She closed her mouth instantly. "I think I'm gonna hurl..."

BLEEGHHH!

Everyone was disgusted at the sight of the 'popular' girl of Sunny-Vale now throwing up all over the floor. Johnny defended himself to try and make things with his date. "I swear I didn't know, Shelia!"

Traces of vomit was on her bottom lip and chin. "Whatever you, say, Johnny. I'm not in a state to argue with you. I-" BLEEGHH!

Johnny backed away from his date, and turned toward the crowd in anger. "WHO THE FUCK PUT SNOT ON MY SHELIA'S CAKE?! IT HAD TO BE ONE OF YOU!"

No response.

"If that's how it's going to be, then I got no choice but to..." Johnny took a switchblade out from his pocket. "Scare the answers out of you."