Shortie:  What's his problem?

Rhys:  Oh, Shorts, you are gonna love this!

Dreamer:  Too bad we don't have a camera.

Atlantic:  Why would you need a camera?

Rumor: Um, yeah, why?  What'd we miss?

Dreamer: Only the defining Kodak moment.

Shortie: THE defining Kodak moment?

Rhys:  Trust me, she's not kidding.

Mush *glancing at JP*: But somebody doesn't have a camera.

JP: I left it at my mom's over the weekend.

Shortie: Wait a minute, don't you guys dare start without me.

Rumor:  What do you suppose she's up to?

Mush: I's think I betta go wid her.

Rhys: Great, just great, they'll be gone for hours.

JP: Well, let's at least start to get things ready.  Dreamer, you take Rumor and suit up Spot again.  Jack, they'll probably need a little help keeping him from running away.

Jack: No problem, anything that causes 'ole Spot ambarrassment, is okay wid me.

Atlantic:  So, what are we going to do?

JP:  We are going to the freezer.

Kid Blink: The freezer?  

JP:  Yes, the freezer.

Rhys, Atlantic, Kid Blink, Bumlets and Skittery *look a bit confused but follow*

Muffled voices heard from bathroom:  Just hold his arms.

JP: Okay, everybody grab a box or two of your favorite flavor.

Rhys:  Oh, Falco's next.  Excellent!

Atlantic:  You got chocolate chip in there?

JP *handing three boxes to Atlantic*

Little Girl: Mommy, there's a school bus in front of the house.

JP: A school bus, are you sure Bug?  Why would there be a school bus here at this hour?

Rhys:  Must have something to do with Dreamer's rerouting scheme.

JP *stacking boxes on the kitchen table*: Well, I suppose we should go check it out, just to be sure.

The little girl leads the way followed closely by JP and the others.

Little Girl *right hand on hip, pointing with the left*: See, Mommy, it's a school bus, a big, yellow school bus.

Indeed, it was a big, yellow school bus and parked on JP's front yard.  In fact, it had crushed her favorite rose bush.

Sparker *climbing off the bus with a few less than kind words for the driver*: Geez, JP, could you live anymore in the middle of nowhere?

Dreamer:  At least it's not so darn freezerling as it was when I arrived…*mumbling under her breath a bit: five months ago*.

JP:  Yeah, yeah, complain, complain…now come on, we have lots of time and little to do.  No, wait, I'm sounding like that Willy Wonka guy, make that lots to do and little time.  I'm already feeling the guilt of lagging behind.  Falco, we need to summon Falco before the end of this chapter or she's gonna kill me.

Rumor: Speaking of Falco, has anyone seen Shortie?

Shortie *running from the pile of DVDs she brought, waving camera*: Here it is, I found it right between Cruel Intensions and Can't Hardly Wait.

Sparker:  I have a feeling there's quite an explanation to this.

Rhys:  You have no idea!

Dreamer *yelling from inside the house*: Okay, we're ready in here, but we're gonna have to make this quick.  Our, um, victim, isn't overly cooperative this time.

Jack *as they group returns from the yard*: It's a good thing I always have a rope with me.

Crowding into the bathroom, giggles and snorts are heard as Shortie starts snapping pictures of Spot back in pink bathrobe and purple fuzzy slippers.  However this time instead of standing freely, he's struggling with hands tied over head to the curtain bar.

Atlantic: What are the boxes for?

Dreamer: Whenever Falco leaves a review, she signs it 'Love and Waffles'.

Atlantic: We're going to feed Spot all these waffles?

Sparker: That'd be silly. 

JP: Yeah, silly, we're not going to make him eat them, we're just going to pelt him with them.

Rhys: Just don't throw them too hard, he bruises easily.

Rumor:  I'm not even going to ask how you know that.

Rhys: Tee hee.

Atlantic:  Is Lute coming too?

JP:  She's supposed to, but I'm not sure how.

Atlantic:  I have an idea, you all go about throwing waffles at Spot and I'll poke Snitch a bit.

Shortie: You're going to poke Snitch?

Dreamer: It's brilliant!  Lute will have to come to defend him.

JP: But how's she going to know he needs her?

Rumor:  Somehow, I think she'll know.

JP: Okay, Atlantic, you do your thing and we'll do ours.  *Opening a box of Eggo's she starts the event.*

Davey *tossing waffle Frisbee-sytle*: Whee!

Pie Eater: Whoo!

Jack: Who knew throwing frozen stuff could be so much fun?

Snitch:  Ouch!  Hey, cut that out!

Atlantic:  Oh, just take it like a man.  Geez, don't be such a wimp.

Snitch:  Oh, yeah, well if that goil was here you wouldn't be able to touch me.

Snipeshooter:  What goil?

Snitch: You know, that goil that'd come to rescue me.

Atlantic *continues to poke Snitch repeatedly in the upper arm and chest and sing as she does so*: Pokity poke poke, pokity poke poke. POKE, poke, poke, poke, poke, POKE!

Voice from shower, which is not that of Spot: Is that Frosty the Snowman?

Atlantic: The song's been in my head for months, seemed a shame to waste it.

Rhys *pulling open shower curtain to reveal Falco looking at Spot with awe and amazement*:  Hey, get your hands offa my man.

Falco: Your man?  I hardly think so.  He's my age, so he's mine.  Ha!

Spot:  Goils, goils, there's no need to fight ova me, there's enough Spot to go around.

JP *biting lip to keep from laughing over the scrawny guy trying to be such a macho dude*:  Um, yeah.

Voice heard from front of house:  Whoever it is that keeps poking my Snitchikins better just quit it out now or else.

Normally, I do shout outs, really, I do, but this time I'm gonna be really lazy and say a group thank you to:  Rumor, Atlantic, Rhys, Sureshot Higgins, Deejay Rockstar (Polecat), Kaylee (next chapter, notice you didn't see Race this time?), Falco Conlon, Omni, SparkHiggins, Seraph, Ireland O'Reily(soon, should be soon), Race Da Hottie and Sparker (who better be updating Angie soon!).

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I hope to put out another one soon.  Yeah, I know I've said this 6000 times….*hides from ton of rotten fruit*.