Angel: This episode was another favorite of mine, especially because of what I wrote here! This season is just full of favorites for me XD
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A car is driving down the street, the driving stick being pulled all the way down. The driver drifts around, and it turns out to be Brock Octane. A little kid is in the passenger seat, Brock skidding the car to a stop briefly. Then Brock drives up a hill and soars across the road. He and the boy high five, an explosion occurring behind them.
Amy, Randy, and Howard are in the theater with a bunch of people watching the scene. They decided to spend their weekend to go to the movie, Brock Octane's Day Off, with Amy's job giving them free tickets.
"Faking sick to stay home from school?" Randy questions incredibly as Howard's mouth is wide open. "How have we never thought of that?"
"Brock Octane is a role model," Howard tosses his popcorn and it lands on someone behind him. "And tomorrow we will follow his example."
"You guys...really? You're gonna get in trouble," Amy shakes her head, letting out a small sneeze.
"Since when do we get caught?" Randy turns to her with a confident smile, and she gives him a knowing look. "Okay, we always get caught, but it's too good to pass up!"
"Fake sick!" The two exclaim, sharing a high five and earning some annoyed looks from other people sitting. Someone shushes them from up front and Amy just pinches her nose.
Randy sits on his toilet in the bathroom the next morning, holding his Ninja mask. "Okay," He takes a deep breath. "Here goes nothing," He puts on the mask and then pokes his stomach. "Ninja-Pukin'-Poke!" It works as he retches, his face turning green. He closes the door and actually throws up. He transforms back and flushes the toilet. He emerges from the bathroom with a green face.
"Mommy?" He groans, holding his stomach. "I don't think I can do school today."
Mort Weinerman opens up the door to Howard's room, seeing Howard in bed. "I gotta stay home, Mort," He groans at his father. "Sick. Fever."
"A fewer, Howie? Oh, no," He digs into his suit, pulling out a HUGE thermometer. "Better take your temperature."
He opens up his mouth, prepared for this part. "Oh no, we lost the mouth thermometer."
"So...where's that one going?" Howard points at the object. He finds out a few seconds later. "NO!" He shouts so loud that birds fly away.
He sits dejectedly in the car, holding his phone. "Bad news, Cunningham. Mort called my bluff. Also, temperature's normal. Looks like we're going to school."
Randy slurps some milk as he's laying down in bed, holding his phone. He chuckles as he lets go of the straw. "Whaddya mean 'we'?"
Howard gasps sharply at this. "You can't stay home if Smith and I have to go to school. That's the rule!"
"Howard, I horked hard for this day off! And how do you know Ames went to school already? I haven't texted her since 1 am this morning."
Sometimes the two will stay up late texting each other, mostly coming up with more dates, but other times they'll talk about more personal stuff. Such as her life at home or his insecurities about dating the school president.
"She's Smith! Of course she's gonna go to school, that's her thing," Howard rolls his eyes. "I didn't see her home when I was raiding her fridge for breakfast."
"Well, not my fault you wonked your lie. I'm staying home." Randy takes another sip of his milk.
Howard grunts in frustration, wanting to strangle him right about now. "But it's not fair!"
"It's not not fair!" Randy replies as Howard glares at the phone.
"Well, it's not not not fair!" Howard retorts back.
"And, you're hung up on," Randy hangs up the phone with his friend, deciding to call Amy and talk to her before she got to class. It rings at least six times before he gets her voicemail.
"Hi, you've reached Amy here! Please leave a message and I'll get back to you. But if it's Ran, then something is clearly wrong."
Then there's the beep and Randy looks down at his phone wide-eyed. "Ames always answers her phone! What the juice?" He texts her first before he starts worrying.
Are you at school? Also, what the juice, why are you not answering your phone?
He waits at least a minute before he tosses his phone. "Maybe she doesn't have it on? But she always has it on! I guess something came up...Where was I? About to interrogate some shifty penguins I believe," He jumps off his bed. "Maybe it'll take my mind off Ames, she might be busy and maybe I shouldn't worry."
He opens up the game and inserts it into his McFist Cube. The game is about to begin when his Nomicon flashes. He tosses the controller away, taking the book.
"Make it quick. Inspector Cunningham has some flightless birds to question. Maybe Ames went in here? Y-Yeah! That has to be why she didn't answer," He glances away, slightly skeptical of that possibility. He gets shloomped in, falling in front of his TV.
"You can't make me squawk!"
He falls and lands on a mat, surrounded by Ninjas being tended to while they're ill. The doctor standing in front of him writes something down on a scroll.
Randy glances around for his girlfriend, but she's nowhere to be found. "Not here either?! I know what you're gonna say, Nomicon, and lemme stop you right there. You're gonna say 'The Ninja or Kunoichi can't take a sick day.' And I'll be all 'Whaaaat? The Ninjas can't take a sick day?' How is that even fair?"
He gets a surprise when the scroll is turned around to face him. "The Ninjas can take a sick day. Oh. Then I vloomp corrected. So Bruce!" He mimics gun noises before the scroll wraps around him, shooting the boy out of the Nomicon.
He blinks once he's back in his room, looking at his phone again. Amy hasn't responded to his message or called him back.
"One game and then I'll go to her house. Okay, Squawko, time to find out what you were doing in the polar bear den, hm?"
The player grabs the penguin and he screams.
"Poisonous cats?" Viceroy asks his boss in his office.
"Done it."
"Hurricannon?"
"Don't want to."
"Cybernetic tree army."
"Dumb."
Viceroy's eye twitches at that one, groaning. "You haven't even tried it yet!"
"Don't need to. I heard it's dumb." Obviously they're going over plans to destroy the Ninja and Kunoichi.
"If you don't like any of my Ninja/Kunoichi destroying plans, you think of one!" Viceroy shouts out of frustration, turning away.
"Fine. I will," McFist takes the notebook. "And it's gonna be the real McCoy! None of this dumb stuff." He rips off a page and throws it at Viceroy, earning a glare in return. He taps his pen against his tongue in thought. "Hmmm. Now about a plan...plan, plan, plan...plan," He's just writing down the word plan on paper. "Plan, plan, plan...plan...plan. Ever see a word so much, it just kinda loses its meaning?"
"How's that plan coming?" Viceroy looks at him with a smug smile.
"Don't rush me!" He shouts into his face.
"I confess! I confess!" The penguin tries out after being shaken. "I iced that bear in cold blood, I tell ya! In cold blood!"
He then gets put into prison. "You have confessed all of penguins."
"Yes!" Randy pumps his fists. "So Bruce! Best sick day ever!" He then pauses, looking at his phone. Still nothing from Amy, and she would've sent a message or at least call at this point. He picks up the device, about to try her again when the doorbell rings repeatedly. "Hold the honk on, I'm coming!" He rushes to the door.
Randy opens it up to see two people standing on his porch. One is in a doctor's coat with a clown nose on. Amy is standing next to the man, snot dripping from her nose as a thermometer is in her mouth. An ice pack is on top of her head. She also has a blanket around her body as her hair looks like a mess. For once, she has her hair down, but it looks like she had bed head this morning. She's dressed in a pink t-shirt and white pajama pants decorated with panda bears.
"Uh..." Randy covers himself up in embarrassment, changing into a robe in just a few seconds. Though he is internally relieved to see her at the same time. "Ames? Dr. Sam? What the pediatrician are you two doing here?"
"Hey there, big guy," Dr. Sam wiggles his fingers. "Your mommy called and said somebody had a bad case of the yuckies. Is that twoo?"
Randy glances at the brunette a bit nervously, who looks too tired to really speak up about him faking sick. "Yeah, I got the yuckies. Weal bad," He fakes a cough, Dr. Sam rubbing a chin.
"You don't wook sick. What's da matter?"
"Ooo, yeah, my blood...hurts?" Randy replies back, trying to fool him. Unfortunately, the effects of the puking poke have worn off at this point.
"Bad bwood? Oh, no," Dr. Sam uses the stethoscope on the boy.
"And...it gets worse! My ears are burning, and my teeth are freezing! Not to mention I'm seeing the plaids and my tummy tingles?"
Dr. Sam gasps sharply. "Ooo."
"Also...my butt is numb," Randy shows his butt to the two, Dr. Sam covering Amy's eyes.
"Well, um," He clears his throat awkwardly. "Wandy, you're gonna have to be a bwave liddle fella and stay home today," He holds out a lollipop to the boy, who takes it.
"That's the plan, Dr. Sam!" He rips off the wrapper and licks the lollipop.
"But your girlfriend here also has the yuckies!" Dr. Sam gestures to her. "Got a nasty flu!"
"Ames, you're sick too?" Randy's eyes soften at her and she sniffles.
"My grandpa had it last week, I must've caught it from him," She replies in a sickly voice, blowing her nose with a tissue.
"But then why are you here?" He asks her in curiosity and concern. Knowing her, she'd stay home.
"Her parents gave her permission to stay here with you since the grandpa is at school! Your mommy agreed after they spoke with her because the patient is without adult supervision!"
"If it's not too much trouble, that is," Amy smiles weakly at him.
"Aw, come here. You can stay as long as you need to," Randy pulls her close into a hug and she smiles a bit, resting her head on his shoulders.
Randy closes the door, guiding her inside. "Come on, you can stay in my room to settle in while I make you some soup."
"Please...follow the instructions this time. The last time you cooked for me, I almost ended up in the emergency room..."
"I will, I promise," He tells her sheepishly.
Dr. Sam takes out a book, finding the same diagnosis Randy told him. "Whoa." He pulls out his phone and calls someone. "General Mike? Dr. Sam. We got a Code Brown in Norrisville. It's Donkey Pox."
Randy is playing another game, his pants on since Amy's in the room. He's playing a gorilla golf game as the brunette is eating chicken noodle soup on the couch. He gets a hole in one, acting like the caveman on TV.
"Aw, yes!" He cheers, his phone ringing. He slides to a stop in front of Amy, answering the phone. "Randy here."
"I said, I said, Chuck Clucker here," Howard smiles widely into the phone from his locker. "And you, sir, have won a bucket of my world-famous Chicken Slam-Ritos. To claim your reward, simply come to the school-"
"Aw, forget it Howard, I'm not coming," Randy replies in annoyance.
"Ah!" Howard actually rips out a piece of his hair out of frustration. "Fine, I'll just eat with your girlfriend then!"
"No can do, Ames is actually sick. Her parents and my mom arranged for her to stay here with me since I'm home," Randy grins, jerking a thumb to himself. Amy raises a brow at him, letting out a harsh couple of coughs.
"Even Smith gets to stay home? She can't stay home while I'm stuck in school! That's the rule! Again!"
"She's too sick to go to school, and she can't take of herself," Randy rolls his eyes.
"She's faking it!" Howard clenches a fist and the purple-haired boy holds up the phone to Amy's mouth as she's still coughing.
"That sound fake to you?" Randy puts the phone back to his ear.
"B-But who am I gonna eat lunch with?" Howard whines like a baby.
"Howard, it's just one day. You can eat lunch alone," He hangs up on him, tossing the phone to Amy's side. "Hey Ames, take my phone calls for me if it's Howard, mmkay?"
"Oh great, I went from girlfriend to your receptionist," She lets out another cough and he pats her back gently.
"Hm," He feels the back of her forehead with his palm. "You're still a little warm. You should get some rest soon."
"I hope you're not trying to get sick for real, Ran," She states as he takes away her empty bowl.
"No, but that would be Bruce if I did!" He grins widely, earning an annoyed look from the girl. He laughs sheepishly at her. "I-I'll get you some tea..."
Howard grits his teeth. "Stupid Cunningham, lucky Smith getting sick for real. Eat lunch alone? You can't eat lunch alone. Wait, can you?"
He could just see it now, eating his lunch with no one else around as it rains on him. Lightning strikes as he nervously sips his drink.
Just the thought alone makes him shudder. "Yeah, I didn't think so. If I can't get them here before lunch..." He smiles a bit. "Maybe I can get the Ninja and Kunoichi..."
McFist groans as Viceroy is licking an ice cream cone nearby, as he's written plan a bunch of times. But he still has no actual plan to destroy the Ninja and Kunoichi. Viceroy chuckles nearby while sitting on top of his desk.
"You know what's better than watching you struggle? Nothing."
"I'm not struggling," McFist denies, not wanting to give Viceroy the satisfaction of being right. "I'm...brainstorming. Yes! Yeah, that's it," He's clearly struggling. "Braining up a storm over here." He slams his head against the table, and his phone suddenly rings. "Oh, look, there's the phone. Better get it." He answers it eagerly, thankful for the distraction. "Hello, McFist speaking."
"Wow, really?" Howard murmurs in shock, holding his McFist Pad. "The number on the McFist Pad dials you directly?"
"Sure, why not?" He shrugs as the obese boy puts the device back in his locker. "Let's go with that. What do you want?"
"Don't ask me who I am or how I know this, but the Ninjas are pulling a sickie." McFist's eyes widen at this. "So if you send a robot to school right now, you can catch them off guard and probably beat them."
"Slow down!" McFist grabs a pen, writing down in his notebook to Howard's annoyance. "Ninjas...sickie...robot...school..."
"It's gotta be here before lunch," Howard demands, his stomach rumbling. "Oh...so hungry." He hangs up the phone, McFist standing up immediately.
"Hunger-bot, eh? I like it!"
"Oh, Hannibal, you did not just get your plan from some guy on the phone," Viceroy comments in disdain.
"Sure did! Ooh, and it's a doozie!" He grins proudly.
"It doesn't concern you that someone out there knows you want to destroy the Ninja and Kunoichi?" Viceroy points his melting ice cream cone at his boss. He goes back to licking it, and he doesn't see how McFist isn't at least concerned about that.
"Nah, this guy seemed cool about it. I think we're good. NOW GET TO WORK!" He shouts so loud it sends Viceroy flying off his desk. He catches the cone and starts eating it.
Randy shakes his hips in front of the TV while Amy is resting on the couch, taking a nap. He watches her with a soft smile as her chest rises up and down steadily. He's about to swing when his phone goes off again. Amy wakes up, startled by the noise.
"Mm? Wha?"
"I'll answer it," He pats her head and she wipes the drool off her mouth, watching him answer the phone. His character on the TV misses the swing, which frustrates him into turning back into a small monkey.
"You have bogeyed back to monkey."
Howard opens his mouth in shock as Randy stares at him blankly. "Bogeyed back to monkey? You're playing Missing Links without me?" He looks away with an angry frown.
"Bah!" Randy looks very annoyed with him at this point. "I'm not coming to school just to eat lunch with you. Even if I wanted to, someone has to look after Ames," He turns his phone to Amy so that Howard can see her on the couch.
"Hey Howard..." She lets out a sneeze.
"No fair! You can't get sick without me!" He gestures to himself and she groans, putting her face into her pillow.
"I'm sick and you're blaming me?"
"Fine," Howard looks at his hand casually. "Just thought you'd wanna know a robot's attacking the school," He moves away to reveal Hunger-Bot, who has mouths for hands, a head, and a tongue. Howard gasps dramatically at it. Randy, not believing him, checks Heidi's podcast. Sure enough, the same robot appears.
"Oh, my nosh!" Heidi exclaims while students are running away behind her. "Hide your snacks, lunckateers, NHS is on the menu for this Bot-attack. Hopefully Ninja and Kunoichi show to pop this bot some just desserts."
The robot then comes up behind her and she screams as she disappears from the screen. Randy goes back to Howard's knowing look.
"Howard, it's Ninja time!" Randy holds up the mask, earning a chuckle from him.
"I think you mean lunch time!"
"What was that?" The tall boy asks in confusion.
"What? Nothing. Just get here," He ends the call, Randy deciding to get back to that later. He gasps, turning to Amy on the couch.
"If I go, no one will be here to take care of you..."
"You have to go, Ran," Amy murmurs to him.
"But I don't wanna fight without you…" His eyes soften as he bends down to be at face level with her.
"It's not like you have a choice here," She closes her eyes. "This is just one of those times where I can't go. I'm too sick to fight."
"But what if something happens and I'm not there to help you?"
"I'll just sleep until you get back. I don't need anyone for that…" She replies tiredly.
"I guess if the Nomicon says to take a sick day…" Randy kisses her nose and she sneezes right onto his face.
"Sorry..." She mumbles while trying to keep her eyes open.
"That was schnasty, but I still love you."
He covers his mouth immediately with both hands and she looks up at him quizzically. "What?"
"Nothing! You're tired, you're hearing things. I'll bring you back some fro-yo!" He tucks her in and she snuggles into the blanket, falling asleep again. Maybe she was too tired to hear that part...
He closes the door behind him, holding his head in a panic. "Ahh, why did I say that?! We've only been going out for a few months! I really hope she doesn't think that it was too soon...Man, why do I always have to be a shoob?!"
He groans and rushes out the front door fully clothed, bumping into a bubble that's surrounding his house. He falls onto the wood, looking up to see that his house is under quarantine.
"What the plastic?"
A bunch of people from the government are outside his house, which is entirely in plastic, even his garage. Dr. Sam in a bio-hazard suit steps up to the zipped up door.
"The pwastic keeps you sepawated from the genewal popuwation," He informs Randy in a baby-like voice. "There's a special doctor word for that: Quawwantine."
"Quawwantine?" Randy presses his hands to the plastic. "Why am I quawwantined?"
"I wooked up your symptoms in my super special doctor book," Dr. Sam holds up the big book he had earlier. "And you have a nasty case of the Donkey Pox, champ," He shows the page to Randy. "Here, have a sticker," He puts it near Randy on the plastic. "Uh-oh! You can't see that. It says Get Well Soon! Which you won't." He rips off the sticker.
"Please! You have to let me out!" Randy pleads with him. "W-What about Ames, she's in here too!"
"Well, she's gonna have to stay in there! Her parents will understand!"
"Ahh!" Randy holds his head, rushing back into his house. He slides into the kitchen to get out the back door, but it's blocked off. He skids into his room, slightly bumping into his shelf. He yelps and catches the books so that they don't fall on Amy to wake her up. She looks so peaceful while sleeping that he doesn't want to bother her. Randy reaches into his closet, taking out some earmuffs and placing them on her. Then he plants a kiss on her forehead. She smiles faintly in her sleep, hugging the pillow a bit. After a few seconds of admiring her, he runs up to the window in a panic. He opens it, but it's not only blocked off, but some men swing towards it. He shuts the window and the blinds to give him privacy.
"Nomicon! You said, and I quote: The Ninjas can take a sick day. All I did was take a sick day and now everything is wonked to shoob-livion!" He accuses, seeing the advice again, and then doodles of the Ninja being actually sick appear. "Ooh, I faked sick. You know, I feel like I got Nomi-played on that one."
The book simply hums. "Alright, you don't have to rub it in."
He rushes to the door, opening it. "Dr. Sam!" He runs into the plastic, falling down on the porch. Dr. Sam walks up to him. "Listen, I'm not really sick. I was faking."
The doctor gasps sharply. "But, what about your symptoms, little big man? I mean, what about your numb-butt?" He smacks his bottom.
"I lied," Randy looks away guiltily. "I can totally feel my butt." He turns around and pinches his butt really hard to prove his point. "Ya see?"
"Cheezum Pete's! Lied?" Dr. Sam asks, looking really upset and disappointed with him. "Why would anyone lie about the sickies? Sickies are the worst-ies."
"Sorry, Dr. Sam," Randy frowns deeply. "I gotta get to school," He zips open the plastic, even though he's really going to stop the robot. But it wasn't a total lie...that time.
"Yes, you do! Education is important fow healfy growing boys." Randy zips up the door that leads to outside, chuckling nervously.
"Uh, you're not gonna tell my mom about this, are you?"
"Fwaid I have to, widdle buddy," Dr. Sam wraps an arm around him. "Sowwy."
"Boo," Randy complains as he walks off, not looking forward to the lecture he's gonna get.
"Alright, you worthless grunts, let's de-bag this house!" Dr. Sam orders them and they rush to get the plastic off. A shorter man walks up to him.
"Dr. Sam, the decontamination missile is still en route...en route, in route, en rou—it's on its way."
"Oh," Dr. Sam's eyes widen. "The missile. I always forget that Code Brown ends in a missile strike. Leave the bag! We're buggin' out!" They rush into the truck and make a break for it, seeming to have forgotten that someone is still in the house. Amy snores softly as her cheek rests on the pillow.
Hunger-Bot chomps up a lamp post while students are running around screaming. Howard is hiding underneath a lunch table, looking at his phone.
"C'mon Cunningham..."
"Smokebomb!" Ninja appears right on top of the table, standing up. "You can relax. I'm here. Though I feel like I'm forgetting something..."
"Finally!" Howard exclaims as he comes out of hiding. "Lunch starts in 30 seconds! So, you know, hurry up with the Ninja-thing. That's probably what you forgot."
"No, that's not it..."
Howard screams and runs off, Ninja gasping as he looks up at Hunger-Bot approaching. He jumps up just as the robot chomps the table into pieces.
"Ninja Ring!" He tosses one, but the bot eats it. He lands, the bot a few feet away from him. "Okay, so that happened. Maybe try some...Ninja Hot Balls!" He tosses them and Hunger-Bot shakes its hips, leaping forward and eating that as well. He lands behind a baffled Ninja, firing back the hot ball at him.
"Ninja Stop Drop and Roll!" Ninja rolls away, leaving a trail of fire where he was standing. "How 'bout a Ninja Bee Ball!" He tosses it, but like last time, it gets eaten, and then spit out. The bees start to attack the bot, who runs off in fright. Ninja's phone rings and he answers it.
"You got Randy."
"Hey, pardner," Dr. Sam greets him as he and the containment team are driving away. "We haz an uh-oh. See what happened was-wuz I didn't really use my brainsies."
"Uh-huh, yeah, okay, yeah, let me stop you there. You sent a honkin' missile to destroy my house? I know I shouldn't have faked sick, but a missile?" He gasps sharply as he remembers something. "And that house still has Ames in it! She's gonna get blown up!"
Hunger-Bot roars, grabs him, and spins him around, tossing him into the air. "Can we schedule my check up later?" He hangs up and then gulps, screaming as he falls. He heads right for Hunger-Bot, who opens its mouth. The robot then eats Ninja, but he emerges by pushing the mouth open, the tongue wrapped around his waist. "Stop...eating...me!"
"Speaking of eating, can we hurry this up?!" Howard urges him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm just a little busy trying not to get eaten. Not to mention there's a missile screaming towards my house, with my girlfriend still in it!" Ninja snaps back at him. He pulls out his phone, her contact picture being a photo of her hugging her panda bear plush, and calls her. "Pick up, pick up, pick up!"
Amy's phone rings, but because of the earmuffs that he placed over her ears, she can't hear a thing unfortunately.
"Agh!" Ninja groans at her not picking up. "She can't hear her phone! My girlfriend's gonna get destroyed by a missile and it's all because of me!"
A missile soars past behind Howard's back and he turns around to see it. "You think it's that missile? Or do you think it's, like, another missile? Or, what?"
"Missile!" Ninja's eyes widen as he thinks of something to stop it AND the robot. "Ninja Forming A Plan!" He slices himself out of the robot, grabbing the missile with his scarf. He gets dragged along with it, tears flying away from his face due to the speed he's going. "Hope to cheese this works..." He holds out his hand, grabbing a pole and being dragged down with it. The Creep and Sundown glance at him as he flies back in the other direction, taking the missile with him.
"Oh, Hunger-Bot, eat this!" Ninja stomps on its head, getting its mouth wide open so that the missile crashes into it. They fly up to the sky, into space, and stop near the moon. Hunger-Bot eats it and then explodes, the two boys watching from their spot.
"Missile, huh?" Howard grabs Ninja by the collar, bringing him forward. There's a crazy look in Howard's eyes. "This is why you don't fake sick without me!"
McFist and Viceroy watch the explosion from McFist Industries. "Your dumb plan failed again, Viceroy," McFist accuses him.
"It wasn't my plan," Viceroy elaborates to him.
"Well, someone told it to me. That was you on the phone, wasn't it?"
The scientist just facepalms with a groan.
"Can you believe it?" Randy complains as the school bell rings for lunch. "Grounded for a honkin' week!"
"Hey, the important thing is, you still got here in time for lunch," Howard grins, gesturing to their lunch table. He eats some fries, glaring at his phone. "Shoob Smith, getting sick for real," He grumbles to himself.
"Quarantine, missiles, robots, I really packed it in, didn't I?" Randy pats himself on the back.
"It's like you took a whole day off in half a day!"
"Hmm?" They turn to each other with smiles, high-fiving each other. "Day off!"
"Good thing McFist sent in that robot or my house and my girlfriend woulda been shoobed," Randy comments to him.
"Eh, you're welcome," Howard grins slyly.
"You did that?" The taller boy points at him, Howard pumping a fist.
Yes!"
"Not sure if I should be thanking you or blaming you," Randy gives him a tiny glare.
After school, he arrives home to find Amy interrogating some penguins from the game. She has her blanket over her head, sipping some juice. She wasn't tired anymore after a few hours and decided to keep busy until he got back. He rushes forward and hugs her from behind, confusing the girl.
"I'm so sorry I put you in danger!" Randy exclaims in guilt.
"What are you talking about?" She pauses the game, turning around to him. He kneels in front of her.
"The symptoms I told Dr. Sam about were for Donkey Pox, and that not only quarantines the house, but ends with a MISSILE!"
Her eyes widen at him. "Wait, so we were in quarantine and a missile was headed here?"
"I called you while I was also dealing with a McFist bot, didn't you listen to my voicemail?"
"Oh...not...really?" She smiles sheepishly. "I was ignoring it in case it was Howard complaining about me being sick...but that sounds really crazy."
"You could've gotten hurt if I didn't stop that missile!" Randy places his hands on her shoulders, his eyes saddening.
"But I didn't thanks to you," Amy rests her cheek on his chest and he blinks down at her, smiling. "Sorry I couldn't be there…"
"You were the only one out of us that was actually sick. I don't blame you for anything."
"So where's my fro-yo?!" Her eyes shine eagerly. "I could really use it…"
"Um…" Randy sweats a little.
"You forgot, didn't you?" She deadpans knowingly and he ducks his head.
"Yeah...I got grounded too, so there's that."
"Ooh. You had to tell the truth about being sick, didn't you?" Amy winces a bit. "Well, I guess you learned your lesson: Don't lie about being sick or else a missile might destroy your house!"
He chuckles at her, a car horn honking from outside. They peek outside to see Mort waving from the driveway.
"Amelia! Your parents arranged for us to take care of you while Randy's grounded!"
"I gotta go." Amy picks up her stuff, smiling at him. "See you at school, okay? Being grounded will be over before you know it." She then pauses, remembering that he said something before she took her nap. "Hey, Ran?"
"Yeah?" He asks while picking up the games on the floor.
"Did you...did you say that you love me earlier? Maybe you did, but I was exhausted and maybe I just imagined it...?"
He looks to her, chuckling anxiously as he looks like a deer in headlights. "Whaaaat? No! Love—no! Of course I didn't! It must've been a dream! Yup, just a dream that was not real!"
"Okay..." She murmurs, slightly confused before leaving the room. Randy sighs in relief, wiping off his forehead.
"That was a close one..."
