Friday, September 17th, 2010. End of Week 14 in the Culinary Arts Program.

Nathan: Once at the Sequoia Station in Redwood City, Eugene and I walked inside Max's Cafe, where I asked. "One application and a table for two, please."

"Right away, sir." replied the host.

"And another table for three, while you're at it."

At the sound of Larry's voice, Eugene and I turned to see him, Moe and Curly following Rapunzel inside the resturant.

"They insisted on giving me a ride here." she explained.

"We're not just your ride." said Curly. "We're chaperones!"

"And, on that note...thank you..." I said once the host handed me an application. "I should get going."

"Wait, you're not dining with us?" asked Eugene.

"Ooh, wish I could, but I got a movie* to catch." I explained. "Enjoy yourselves!"

As I went out the door, Eugene stared back at Rapunzel and chuckled nervously.

Eugene: A little while later, dinner was served, but I didn't have much of an appetite.

Instead, I just toyed around with my food until Rapunzel called out my acutal name.

"Eugene?"

"Huh...wha..."

"Uh, sorry, it's just...you've been so quiet since we got here." said Rapunzel.

"Yeah, like there's a frog in your throat or something." said Moe, who was sitting at the next table from behind with Lary and Curly. "No offense, Pascal."

Pascal just rolled his eyes.

"Wha...me having a frog in my...No, I'm fine." I sputtered out. "It's not like I'm interested in her hair and the magical qualities that it posesses. How long has it been doing that, exactly?"

"Uh, forever, I guess." replied Rapunzel. "Mother says when I was a baby, people tried to cut it. They wanted to take it for themselves.

"But, once it's cut, it turns brown and loses its power." she went on, revealing a short brown strand from the back of her hair

I looked at the Stooges. Was there something else they forgot to mention?

All the Stooges could do was shrug as Rapunzel went on, saying. "A gift like that, it has to be protected. That's why Mother never let me...That's why I never went outside JobTrain and..."

Unable to finish her scentence, she let out a sigh.

"But, now that you can..." I said.

Rapunzel looked at me, then at the Stooges.

"You ain't havin' second thoughts, are you?" asked Larry.

"No...yes."

Unsure of what to say, Rapunzel covered her face, admitting. "It's complicated."

Pascal gave her a pat on the shoulder while Moe gently stroked her hair, saying. "Hey, it's okay, cutie. Try to think of the 'now' instead of the 'then.'"

"You know, speaking of which," said Larry, who, then, asked me. "Why did you change your name to Flynn Rider?"

"Ah, yeah, well...I'll spare you the sad story of poor orphan Eugene Fitzherbert." I said. "It's a little bit of a...I was a bit of a downer."

"Whoop!" exclaimed Curly as he flipped over to our table, sitting next to me while Moe and Larry calmly sat down next to Rapunzel.

Like her, the Stooges wanted to hear my story.

"There was this book..." I began. "A book I used to read every night to all the younger kids. 'The Tales of Flynnigan Ryder.' Swashbuckling rogue, richest man alive, not bad with the ladies, either...nothing to brag about, of course."

"Hmm." said Rapunzel. "Was he a thief too?"

"Ahh...no." I replied. "Actually, he had enough money to do whatever he wanted to do. He could go anywhere that he wanted to go. And...and...and for a kid with nothing...I don't know. I...Just seemed like a better option."

"What a biography." said Larry.

"Just don't tell the others about this, okay?" I asked. "It'll only gets worse if Gothel finds out."

"Ahh, we wouldn't want that." said Rapunzel.

"Well, a fake reputation is all a man has." I said.

As Rapunzel chuckled, the Stooges smiled, for they sensed a spark coming between us.

Nathan: When my parents and I got home, the first thing they did was call out to Roxie^, our new...

"Doggie!" squealed my dad.

"Bouchou, bouchou, bouchou, bouchou, bouchou, bouchou." my mom squealed while petting her.

I groaned at the sound of their voices and their complete admiration over Roxie.

But before I could close the door, Eugene called out. "Hey, Nate! Is this house big enough for four more Imaginaries?"

Upon seeing him with Rapunzel and the Stooges, I smiled and motioned for them to come in.

"I call dibs on the first bed!" Curly cried out.

"No, I call first dibs!" said Larry.

"Come here, you." said Moe, pulling them back before they could dash inside. "I'm the older brother, so I call first dibs."

"Not if we race you for it!" said Larry.

"WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!" exclaimed Curly as he and Larry rushed inside my house towards the stairs.

"Hey, no fair getting a head start!" Moe called out as he ran after them.

"Just like old times, huh, Nate?" asked Eugene, who nudged me again.

I sighed and smiled reminiscently. "Yep, just like old times."

While watching the Stooges climbing up to the stairs, Rapunzel turned to Eugene, saying. "For the record, I always liked Eugene Fitzherbert much better than Flynn Rider."

As she and Eugene exchanged smiles to each other, Rapunzel heard a squeak coming from the toy bottle that Roxie was gnawing on.

"Well, aren't you a little cutie?" she said, petting Roxie on her little head.

As Eugene and I watched, I said to him. "I actually like the last name Fitzherbert. Is that German or something?"

Meanwhile, inside the royal prison, Ham sat by himself, alone and isolated when the sound of a opening prison door caught his attention.

While Pete, Stan and Max stood outside, their Captain stepped inside his cell, holding out a bag, stating. "A certain clown# told us you have quite a craving for one of these."

He tossed the bag over to Ham, who looked inside to find...

"A Big Mac...with fries?"

"And there'll be plenty more where those came from," said the Captain. "If you do us one simple task."

Author's Note:

*The movie I was referring to was "Alpha and Omega," which was released on that day.

^Roxie used to be my Aunt Jane's dog, but when she got sick, she couldn't care for Roxie anymore. So we arranged that Roxie would move to California, which she did, and we took into our home, where she could be free to roam around.

The story goes to Roxie, by the way, for we had to let her go on January 18th of this year.

#The certain clown the Captain was referring to is none other then, who else, Ronald McDonald.