A/N: Oh God. I have a severe writers block goin' on here right now. :P ah well, hopefully it'll go as I have a vague idea of what to write about.

Oh, and I'm not sure how good this is going to be: my brain isn't feeling laughy. Hmm. Well I hope it'll be okay.

Flashback from Hornmeister Lover's chapter

Dave's not my boyfriend, and I see more of him then I do Masimo who is my boyfriend.

Although I think Dave might be a Teen Stalker.

Shut up brain!

Outside Ro-Ro's

Let the fun begin!

My chapter:

Well it should be beginning but it's not.

It appears that no-one is in.

Me and Dave have gone all around the whole house, yet no-one seems to be in.

Strange.

30 seconds later

Hang on.

A paper aeroplane has landed on my head, and I think it has writing on it.

10 seconds later

Well, I've opened it and Dave is looking over my shoulder.

It says:

Dear Queen of Knickers and King of Pants,

You have been invited to this groovy-gravy partaayyy but you are not complying with the dress-code. So therefore you are not allowed in until you are dressed in appropriate attire. So do what you have to do and GET THOSE CLOTHES. So bog off until you've got the right stuff,

Queen of Vikings

Dress code?

What dress code?

Dave never said anything about a dress code.

Actually he's looking as confuzzled as I am.

But I bet that's an act.

He's entirely to blame for being locked out.

"Dave. What's this about a dress code?"

"I really don't know. I wasn't told about a dress code, so I don't know what we're supposed to be wearing."

Oh likely story.

"It is."

"Dave, I didn't say that out loud."

"Yes, you did."

What?

He really IS reading my mind cos I most certainly DIDN'T say 'likely story' out loud.

Nuh-uh.

"Uh-huh. You did."

Oh my GOD!

He IS IS IS IS reading my mind.

"Dave, why do you read my mind?"

"I don't, I just know what you're thinking."

That's the same thing!

"No, it isn't."

Oh giddy God.

I am freaking out vair much.

"No need to freak out you silly KittyKat. We just have a connection. I can tell what you're thinking by your facial expressions."

Well that makes things slightly better… but he answers my thoughts, and I don't think you can do that with a facial expression.

"Yes, you can tell by facial expression, Gee."

Oh god oh god oh goddy god god.

"Dave. Stop it! We need to find out this dress-code, not have me freak out cos you can read my mind. How do we find out?"

Dave looked at me like I was tres stupid.

Which I am not, by the way.

My intelligence, like Mr. Bean's, comes out in different ways to the norm.

"Georgia Nicolson. It is sehr obvious. We send a paper aeroplane to Ro-Ro and ask her."

Ah right.

Duh.

50 seconds later

Have thrown a paper aeroplane up at Ro-Ro's window asking what the dress code is.

We wrote it on the back of her note as we don't have our own paper.

1 minute later

Another paper aeroplane is landing!

Let's see what it says…

King of Pants and Queen of Knickers,

For undercrackers royalty, you're extraordinary silly. You think that because you asked we'll tell you? You have to figure it out yourself.

Queen of the Vikings,

Ro-Ro

Huh.

Well, whose idea was it to ask them?

Correct: Dave.

Have decided to look at him until he says he's sorry.

10 seconds later

Yeah!

He's looking a bit nervous.

Woohoo!

The Queen of Knickers triumphs!

Serves him right for staring at me so much before.

10 seconds later

Oh I'm getting bored of this staring fandango.

I give up.

15 seconds later

"Gee! Gee? KittyKat?"

What?

Oh, I think I may have gone into a little bit of a trance… my bad.

"What?"

"Why don't we ask for a clue?" Dave said.

"A clue?"

"Yes, a clue. You know, a hint."

Oh yeah…

"But Ro-Ro won't give us one."

"She might."

"She won't."

"She might."

"No, she won't."

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

"Well that's good enough for me."

And Dave started writing a note on the back of Ro-Ro's.

Yay!

I'm right.

I won.

He's telling her that we give up.

But why is that good?

I want to party!

But I'm still right.

1 minute later

Another note has flown out of the window.

5 seconds later

It says:

Queen of Knickers and King of Pants,

You (well, Dave, anyway) finally came to your senses and decided to ask for a clue. So here's one: They attended an event in 1969 that begins with a W. and because I'm nice, here's another: Bob Dylan. So see if you can figure it out. If you can, Sven and I will lend you costumes. If you can't… let's just say you're incredibly dim and therefore are banned from the party. I give you five minutes before we attack.

Queen of Vikings

What?

I know absolutely nothing about the '60s.

I don't actually know anything about any past era.

Except maybe the '90s, because that's when I was born… Furbies!

Pokemon cards! (but they were mainly for the boys)

Gameboys, Spice Girls, the birth of moi!

Ah I lobe the '90s.

"Gee! Get out of your trance. We have another two minutes before we're attacked and have to leave. And I did NOT break you out of prison just to get attacked and have to sneak you back in for no reason. Now that we know my elderly loons are in cahoots with yours, well… let's just say if we get caught smuggling you back in I'll get it. So THINK, Kitty, THINK!!!!"

"How?"

"Your brain rambles on non-stop, so you're always thinking. What was in the '60s?"

"Elvis."

"That was the '50s!!"

"It was?"

I didn't actually know that…

"YES!"

"So what happened in the '60s, Mr. Know-it-all?"

"Um, the Beatles?"

"Eurghh! I can't stand the Beatles."

"Yeah, me neither. Uhm, the hippy era?"

"What's that got to do with Bob Dylan – whoever he is – and something that was in 1969 beginning with a W?"

Dave's face lost the confused look.

"Everything!" he said. "Bob Dylan was an artist loved by hippies, and Woodstock rock festival was in '69 and heaps of hippies went! There's a movie out on it! The theme is hippy!"

How come he's so smart?

And I'm… well, not?

"Ah, KittyKat – you ARE smart. Just in the same way as Mr. Bean is."

Dave looked up at the window the aeroplanes had flown out of and yelled out "Queen of Vikings. We, the King of Pants and the Queen of Knickers call upon you to come to the window. We've figured out what the theme is."

Rosie's head appeared in the window.

I noticed that she wasn't showing what she was wearing.

Huh.

She doesn't trust us – she thinks we're gonna cheat.

I'll let her know I'm onto her.

"Viking Queen, you don't have to hide your clothes – we know what the theme is; nice to see that you trust us," I yelled up to her.

"No way! Both of you are vair silly so you mightn't actually know and want to cheat. Say what you think it is."

Dave yelled up "Hippy!"

Ro-Ro jumped up and said, "So you're not as dim as I thought you were! Okay, your reward is being allowed in!"

Just then the front door opened to reveal Jas and Tom looking as though they've tried to dress up as hippies but not very successfully. They're just a bit conservative to be able to let go and let their inner flower-power out.

They're wearing their ramblers' outfits but with tie-dye hair bands.

Vair hippy… not.

Sven and Ro-Ro are charging down the stairs.

Ro-Ro is wearing a tie-dye top with bison horns on it and she's drawn a peace symbol on her real Viking horns and she's wearing tie-dyed flairs to match the ones that Sven's wearing.

As well as his flairs, Sven's wearing a girl's tee-shirt that says 'I Heart Trees' and it's too small for him so it shows his midriff. Lovely…

Everyone is rather hippyfied except for me and Dave. (A/N: the links for some of these clothes is on our profile)

Rosie thrust some material into my hands.

Oh fabby – now we're not the odd ones out!

I have a purple dress, and Dave has an identical copy of Sven's outfit.

And it's the same size as Sven's so it'll be HUGE on Dave.

Hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Sucked in Dave!

"Shut up Georgia!"

"I didn't say anything."

"Yes you did."

Rosie chose to butt in at that moment. "No. She didn't."

"I heard her say 'sucked in'."

"Well she didn't," Mabs said.

"Dave…" I said. "You're reading my mind."

"I'm not."

You are.

"I'm not."

"See! I only thought the 'you are'."

Dave looks a bit freaked out.

To be honest… I feel sehr freaked out, so that makes two of us.

10 minutes later

Well I'm dressed.

And if I do say so myself, I think I look vair sex-kittyish in a hippy way.

But that is just my opinion.

I'll go find Dave, and see how funny he looks in Sven's clothes.

5 minutes later

Well I've finally found him… and let's just say he isn't too pleased.

I am though – he looks hilarious.

"You coming out to the party, Dave?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it'll fall off me."

"And you care because… you're Dave the Laugh! You should love this. Even if you have to wear a girls top – which should fit you fine – and Sven's overly large flares. Besides, I don't care if they fall off – it'd be funny."

Dave grinned. "No, you silly KittyKat, you just luuuuurve checking me out. You know you do. I just don't feel like wearing flares."

Oh – Dave the Laugh is scared of people laughing at him!

That's what this is about.

Sven doesn't care.

"Yes, but he's a mad Norwegian."

Dave just read my mind again… but that's not the point.

"And you're a Laugh. By name AND personality. So embrace it."

"I AM embracing the girly top – it's funny. I just don't want the flares to fall off."

"Tell you what – we'll do a swap. You can wear my dress and I can wear your – I mean Sven's – outfit. I'm not worried about the flares falling down, cos I know they won't. I'm the Queen of Knickers. They have to respect that."

"KittyKat, you are a GENIUS."

"I know."

1 minute later

Erm…

We've just been having an awkward staring fiasco.

And I don't know what to say…

"Well give us the dress, KittyKat."

"But you're here."

"I know… vair convenient for giving me the dress."

"But I don't want to get changed in front of you… it'd be weird."

Vair vair weird.

"No it wouldn't. Since we're matey-type mates and accidental snoggees, there wouldn't be ANYTHING pants based about it at all."

Around Dave, everything's pants based.

But alright…

"Dave, you take Sven's clothes off first cos it's still weird and if I went first I'd be undressed longer."

"Ah stop making excuses. You want to look at me for as long as possible. If you do – which I know you do – then just ask. It doesn't mean I'll comply, but at least you'll be being honest. And honesty is vair important."

"Oh shut up and take off Sven's clothes."

"Oo-er."

Argh he is SO childish.

"And you're not?"

Oh stop reading my mind. It's vair annoying.

"No."

So he can read my mind. He's just confirmed it.

5 minutes later

Well that was a vair embarrassing fiasco.

I couldn't stop staring at Dave's vair vair vair VAIR groovy body and he noticed and is STILL teasing me.

But from what I could tell, he was looking at moi too, so I made sure I was fast.

Back with the others

When we walked in the Ace Gang and Barmy Army started laughing their pants off.

I don't see why exactly, cos Sven looks vair ridiculous, and they didn't laugh at him.

But he is vair violent, so maybe we're safer to laugh at.

Rosie said, "I knew you'd end up swapping outfits. Hahahahahahha."

I ignored her and said, "Let's PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!"

2 hours later

Well, at first we did the stuff we normally do at Ro-Ro's parties: dancing (except this time it was to awful '60s music.), truth dare kiss or promise, eating.

But now we've somehow ended up watching movies.

I don't actually know how it happened, but we're about to start watching Mary Poppins.

I asked Ro-Ro what it had to do with the hippy era, and she said the hippy era started in the '60s and Mary Poppins was released in the '60s.

Marvy!

A/N: AHHH! I think that that chapter was absolute WUBBISH, but I promise you guys that the next will be better. And the links to the clothes will be on our profile.

So yeah, I'm sorry for the wubbishness of this, but please review with criticism or whatever. Okay, I'll go now, but before I go, I just have to say PEACE LOVE MUSIC, baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!