Timmy Turner hoped off the school bus. He already knew it was going to be in interesting day, because the 59th International 'Generic Romance Plot Device' Dance was coming up this night! Boy, they sure get a lot of dances for an elementary school.

Carried with him were two books, one pink and the other neon green. One could assume that they were so uniquely colored because of some fancy book cover wrap. However, only Timmy knew what they really were.

"Okay, Timmy, a horse walks into a bar." Cosmo begins, but was quickly cut off by Timmy. "Why the long face?"

"Umm... No. The joke was..." Cosmo paused for a moment, "Horses don't walk, they trot!"

However, Wanda had a worried look on her face. Even though books don't have faces.

"Timmy, do you really think that wishing for 'the dirt' on all the other boys in school, and giving it to Trixie is going to improve the chances of her asking YOU to the dance?"

Timmy produced a thick file from his backpack, with 'The Dirt' written neatly in marker on the front.

"Timmy?"

His response was a wicked smile. He was going to succeed this time.