Back at my house, PJ and I spend most of the day sitting around in the living room eatting the taffy.
"Won't the person who left the taffy behind miss it?" I asked.
"It's just Taffy," PJ said, shoving another piece into his mouth, "besides, who knows what would have happened to it? Maybe they'd forgotten about it and it might have just gotten thrown away or something."
"You're right," I said. Then a small burp came up that brought the taste of the taffy back into my mouth. Ugh...
"Ok," I admitted, "now I feel sick."
"It helps to just lay around," PJ said, "that always makes me feel better."
I laid back, hoping it'd work for me, too.
"So, I saw you giving Lammy the eye today during the picnic," PJ suddenly said.
"Wha?" I said, a bit surprised he'd say that.
"I saw the look you kept giving her," PJ went on, "like the look you used to give Sunny."
—"How would you know? You're usually asleep most of the time."
"I notice more things than you think," PJ said.
Not wanting to talk more about it, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
When it turned on, the first thing was shown was a commercial. It showed a familiar monochrome lamb vigorously playing the guitar on a hill with the camera rotating around it.
The announcer's voice started to speak and said, "On, June 29th, Rammy's new album will be available for purchase at your local music store."
The album's cover art featured Rammy playing her guitar on the front of a red and black crackled background.
"I never was a fan of that kind of music," Parappa said, "it's a bit too loud for my taste."
Behind the scenes, at the warehouse, where Rammy and her new associates were standing in.
"It's a complete success!" Gaster boasted, "that commercial is being broadcast all over town! And soon, we'll have many customers eating at the palms of our hands."
"Don't you mean mine?" Rammy asked, "after all, it is my album."
"Of course," said Gaster, "and I managed to book you a gig at the Rodney State Fair," he added, showing his two colleagues a flyer for said fair.
"What?!" Rammy said, "I'm sure my image shouldn't be associated with hay bales and funnel cakes! I am the queen of darkness!"
"Your concert will start at 8pm, when it gets dark," Gaster said, "even if there will be bright lights around."
"Ugh, fine," Rammy said, "as long as I'm getting myself out there and heard. Look out, world, there's a new rock star in town!"
