I'm sorry about how short this chapter is. Anyways, the girls are so giddy about their upcoming marriages and start planning. Sandy knows who she wants to give her away. Who will she choose? I think you know, but please read anyways. Enjoy!

Chapter 10: Planning

The three fiancées were more than excited for their wedding(s). So excited, in fact that they started visualizing what they wanted their wedding to be like. Bijou gasped with delight as she had struck an idea. She exclaimed, "I've got it! How about we all get married at the same time?"

"That's a pretty good idea, Bijou!" Pashmina commended Bijou for her creative thinking.

"Yeah! Like, we're all close enough to each other to do that!" Sandy nodded in agreement. "I'm going to go ask my brother to give me away at the wedding!"

"Give you away?" Pashmina and Bijou tilted their heads quizzically.

"Yeah. That's when a relative of the bride, like, walks her down the aisle to her groom-to-be! It's, like, so emotional and romantic!" Sandy explained, swooning at the thought of Stan walking her down the aisle to her beloved Maxwell.

"I don't think there are enough of us girl-hams to have a full bridal party, so how about each of us just picks a maid of honor?" Pashmina suggested.

"Let's see…" Sandy started doing math in her head and repeating it out loud. "Counting us, there are, like, six girls in the clubhouse—well, seven if we include Flora—and there are one, two, three, four, five—a lot of guys."

"Well, I think we all know who my maid of honor is going to be!" Pashmina giggled with a bright and warm smile.

"Penelope's all yours," Sandy assured.

"I thought Penelope would be the flower girl," Bijou said.

"Not all weddings have to have a flower girl. Maybe tumbleweeds," Sandy suggested.

"Tumbleweeds?" Pashmina and Bijou looked at Sandy like she was nuts.

"What? I, like, thought it'd be cool to have a western style wedding," Sandy openly stated.

"We can discuss the theme of the wedding later. Now who will marry us?" Bijou asked.

"Our fiancés. Duh," Sandy pointed out, misinterpreting Bijou's question.

"No, that is not what I mean. Who will be performing the ceremony?" Bijou reiterated.

"I hadn't thought about that. Hmm…" Pashmina realized that Bijou had a very good point. "Hey, I know! We'll ask Harmony to do it! Love in general is her specialty!"

"Hey, yeah! That's a great idea!" Sandy and Bijou seemed to have no objections. It was going to be difficult, but each of them was determined to have an amazing wedding.

"I should go find Stan. Later," Sandy bid her friends farewell and bolted away to find her brother.

"Who should give us away?" Pashmina asked Bijou.

"I don't know. I thought I would ask Boss," Bijou shrugged. "What about you? Are you asking someone to give you away?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I haven't really thought about it," Pashmina shrugged and looked away, not really looking at anything in particular.

Meanwhile, Sandy had finally found Stan taking a nap under a huge oak tree. She was very boisterous in single successful attempt to wake him. "STAN, WAKE UP! YOUR BABY SISTER'S GETTING MARRIED!"

"WAAAH!" Stan screamed and fell over. "Sandy?! What the heck, girl?! That was the coolest dream I ever had! You owe me."

"Sorry about your dream, bro, but mine are, like, coming true! Maxwell asked me to marry him!" Sandy squealed excitedly. She bounced on the balls of her feet—err, paws.

"Well, what did you say?" Stan asked his sister.

"What do you think I said? I said yes!" Sandy answered, finding her brother's question utterly ridiculous. "Do you want to, like, check out my ring?"

Stan took a look at his sister's paw. "Sandy, the only ring I see here is the ring he gave you a while back—hey, there's a gem in it! How'd that get there?"

"I honestly have, like, no idea," Sandy shrugged, hugged her brother, and loudly squealed in his ear. Then, she popped the question. "Will you…please give me away?"

"What? I can't hear you! You shattered my eardrum with your squealing!" Stan informed her loudly.

"WILL YOU GIVE ME AWAY AT THE WEDDING?!" Sandy screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, sure," Stan nodded with his voice at a normal volume and smiled.

"I'm sorry I hurt your ears," Sandy apologized.

"Oh, don't be silly!" Stan smiled. Sandy smiled back until her brother said, "I'm Bat Ham!"

"Well, I think I know what your dream was about," Sandy muttered and started to walk away.

"Yo, sis!" Stan called after her. She whirled around and he said to her, "Congrats, Sandy. I'm so happy for you." Sandy smiled, darted back to Stan, and hugged him. He hugged her back.