Huzzah and hello to everyone! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and remember to keep those calls coming! Bob likes talking to people, since he's kind of lonely and bored nowadays, what with Full House being off the air and everything. This is a doozy of a chapter, so fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride!
It's 7:00! Time for the next installment of Digital Bean Smoothie…Uncut and Uncensored!
*Theme song for the show begins to play, and yes, it's R. Kelly's "Ignition Remix," while images and sound bites accompany it, including:*
"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Oh great, we have to get Kim out of there!"
"It's like we've stepped into another dimension…oh wait, we have."
"Mmm…bon-bons!"
"SHAZAM ON A CRACKER, BABY!"
*Camera fades in to reveal the host*
"Hi, I'm Bob Saget. And welcome, yes WELCOME, to yet another fascinating look into the lives of seven fans of Lizzie McGuire! We're at the halfway point as far as time goes, and it's been an interesting ride so far for our Fromiez! We've seen betrayal, cheap animal-like lust, fear, longing, despair and even a little bit of shagging! I can't wait to see what happens next! Last week we left The Fromiez at Gary's house in Michigan, where they had to make an unscheduled stop thanks to the horrible piloting skills of Ben Stiller. Let's check in with them as they finally arrive at their destination – the fine country of Canada!"
*Camera fades out as Bob begins singing "O Canada" in an off-pitch voice*
"May I have your attention, please? This is your captain speaking. Please return seats to the full, upright position as we prepare for landing. Thank you."
"BEN!" Amy shouted, suddenly bolting upright and looking around confusedly. "Was that – was that Ben?"
"Mmppph," Aubrey stirred in the seat next to Amy, not bothering to open her eyes. "Go back to sleep, Aims," she murmured. "Ben's not on this plane."
"Was that a dream?" Amy asked somewhat groggily. "Ben was our pilot. Was it just a dream?"
"More like a horrible nightmare," Kim said wryly as she punched her deflated pillow and rearranged it. "We would have been in Canada yesterday if Ben hadn't flown us straight into a storm. Way to go, a-hole!"
"But at least we got to hang out with Gary," Jenn said consolingly. "That was a crazy game of chess we all got into."
"Yeah, especially when they made it a game of strip chess," Kim replied, shuddering at the memory. "I will never look at a pawn in the same way ever again."
The pilot of flight 347 was an expert, unlike Ben Stiller, and he effortlessly guided the plane down onto the runway. The Fromiez all jumped slightly as the wheels hit the ground, but they were excited to finally arrive at their destination. Now the mission could actually take place – and hopefully it would go smoothly, without any problems.
Once they stepped out of the airport, they got to work on the mission right away. The Fromiez only had 8 hours, 30 minutes and 26 seconds to find Kyle, kidnap him and get back on the plane.
"Okay, first thing's first," Kelly said authoritatively as they all stood outside in the somewhat chilly air, "We know where Kyle is, thanks to Kim's expert ability to stalk him. But what we don't know is how we can get into his house, since he has some pretty tight security."
"You mean we can't just walk in?" Rich asked confusedly.
"Yeah, and then Kyle would call the Canadian Mounties to come kick our asses," Kim replied. "No, it has to be a smooth way of entrance, something that he wouldn't ever expect."
Unfortunately, no one could think of much of anything, but alas, the clock was ticking and time was against them.
"Come on guys, let's just walk and see if we can come up with something," Jenn suggested. They began walking down the street with their hands shoved in their pockets in an effort to stay warm. Suddenly, Kee stopped at the sight of a cozy little bakery that was nestled in among a hardware store and a bookstore.
"Guys! Do you smell that?" He took a whiff of the air and sighed happily. "I definitely smell something good! We need to stop for some cookies or cake or something. Or maybe a sammich, if they make them. Yeah, a sammich – on freshly baked bread!"
"We can't stop, Kee," Jenn said, rolling her eyes at him. "We have to come up with a plan because we only have…" with a grand flourish of her wrist, she checked her watch. "Eight hours, 20 minutes and 15 seconds left – or we fail the mission."
"Come onnnnn, Jenn," he gave her the sad puppy-dog eyes and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the bakery. "You know you want a cookie!"
"Ughh…" Jenn reluctantly allowed him to drag her in while the rest of the Fromiez straggled along behind. "Let's make this fast, okay?"
As Kee oo-ed and ahh-ed over the selection of baked goodies, the rest of the group plopped down on the little tables that were scattered throughout the bake shop.
"Hey Mike! Did you start working on that cake for tonight?" a voice boomed from the back room.
"Not yet, Steve. But I'm about to get right on it."
"Well, you better hurry up! I'm leaving for the night in about 10 minutes, so you'll be here alone. But Kyle Downes is a very important customer, and if you screw up that cake, you're dead."
At the mention of Kyle's name, seven pairs of ears perked up, all except for Kee, who was busy trying to decide between a cinnamon bun and an apple strudel.
"You guys!" Kelly hissed as she scooted her chair in close to the rest of the group, "Did you hear that?! Kyle is ordering a cake from here for tonight! That may be the break that we need!"
"There's no time to waste!" Kim said urgently. "We have to somehow make sure that we deliver that cake to Kyle! It's the only way we can get into his house! But how could we possibly do that?"
"Hmmm…" Jenn bit her lip in thought, and everyone could practically see the wheels turning. "I think I have a plan," she said as she smiled mischievously. "Kee, you keep that Steve guy busy until he leaves. Ask him questions about Kyle and get as much information as you can. As soon as he leaves, come get the rest of us. Well be waiting out back. Then, we take Mike out because he won't be baking that cake tonight – we will. And it's going to have a special surprise waiting inside for Kyle."
"What sort of surprise?" Kim asked warily.
"That's where you come in, Kim," Jenn told her knowingly. "Come on, let's go, everyone. We'll hang out until Kee gives us a signal."
"Uhhh, what is the signal?" Kee asked. "Should I say something like, 'the eagle has landed – I repeat, the eagle has landed.'"
"No, it has to be cooler," Scott told him. "Something like – the rooster is in the henhouse."
"That's not cool!" Kee scoffed, making a face at Scott. "Cool is like, "the shit has hit the fan, I repeat, the shit has hit the fan."
"GUYS!" Jenn shouted. "I don't care what the signal is! Kee, just come get us when Steve leaves!"
"Okay, okay," Kee muttered under his breath. "Hey, I need some service out here!" he cried to no one in particular as he hit the little bell on top of the counter. The rest of the Fromiez rushed out of the bakery as Steve came up to the front.
"I'm terribly sorry about that," he said apologetically. "We were just in the back discussing a very important cake for tonight. So how can I help you, sir?"
"Hmmm…" Kee looked through the glass case at all the delectable goods. "I think I'd like an apple strudel."
"Coming right up," Steve said cheerfully as he reached for a piece of wax paper to grab it with.
"I mean, wait, no! I think I'd like a big chocolate chip cookie," Kee told him. Again, Steve reached for the appropriate treat, but Kee had already changed his mind. "I mean! No! I don't want that anymore. I want a cinnamon bun."
"Are you sure?" Steve asked impatiently. Kee tapped his finger on his chin, contemplating the idea.
"Yeah, I think I'm sure," Kee waited a few moments while Steve selected the biggest cinnamon bun. "Sooo…got a big party tonight? Baking a special cake?" he asked casually.
"Something like that," Steve replied as he dropped the cinnamon bun into a bag. "That'll be $1.50."
"Did I hear you mention something about Kyle Downes?" Kee asked as he fished into his pocket for some money. "Wasn't he that dude on that one Disney channel show, uhh…what's it called again?"
"Lizzie McGuire," Steve replied promptly. "Yeah, that's him. He's very well-known here in Canada."
"Is it his birthday?" Kee wondered, although he knew it wasn't.
"Nah. He's having a surprise birthday party at his house for his best friend, Scott Weinger, so that's why he ordered the cake." Steve handed Kee the bag and flashed him a smile. "You have a good night, okay?"
"Sure," Kee said as he took the bag. Scott Weinger? Wasn't he that dude on Full House? Damn, those cast members from cheesy 80's TV shows just kept popping up out of the woodwork these days! However, Kee couldn't help but feel a little distressed over this news. Jenn had been talking about Scott Weinger a lot lately. Oh well – maybe he'd turn out to be a huge asshole, and then Kee would finally have a shot. Yeah, right.
Kee hovered by the counter some more until Steve came out from the back again. "Hey, I'm gonna leave, so if you need anything, just ask my co-worker, Mike," he instructed Kee. "Have a great one!"
Kee just nodded in response as he stood there and drooled over the selection of pastries. However, once Steve finally left the bakery, he snapped out of it. They had a mission to accomplish.
"Yo guys!" Kee whispered loudly as he poked his head out of the door. "The coast is clear! Uhh, come out, come out, wherever you are?"
"That signal sucked!" Scott said disdainfully as him and the rest of the Fromiez made their way back to the bakery. "Oh well, what's the plan, guys?"
"We go take Mike down," Jenn answered. "And we're all pretty scary people. I'm sure that won't be a problem."
The Fromiez quietly made their way into the bakery and entered the back room, where Mike was arranging ingredients on the counter for Kyle's cake. He froze as he noticed the huge shadow looming over him, and he slowly turned around.
"Hello Mike," Kim said in an eerie voice. "This is our kitchen now! Prepare to be destroyed!"
"Um, wha – " Mike began, but his sentence was cut off as he was tackled by all eight Fromiez. They took him down to the ground and began mercilessly tickling him everywhere. "Hey! Hey! STOP!" he managed to yell in between fits of screaming laughter. "Okay! OKAY! I'll give you anything, anything you want! Just stop tickling me! Please!"
"We're baking the cake for Kyle!" Kelly insisted. "Is that understood?!"
"I – I can't! Kyle – he's – he's an important…customer!" Mike stammered, but his response was met with eighty fingers digging into his most tickle-ish areas – armpits, ribcage and feet. "OKAY! ALRIGHT! OKAY!"
"Say it! Say we're baking the cake!" Jenn threatened him as he squirmed around on the floor.
"YOU'RE BAKING THE CAKE!" Mike finally shouted, and at once all the Fromiez removed their hands from his body. He pulled himself up off the ground, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Man, you guys are tough."
"We know," Kim said proudly as she polished her nails on her shirt. "Now get the hell out of here."
Mike hurriedly scampered out of the kitchen, still wearing his cook's apron and hat while the Fromiez immediately got to work on the cake.
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"Come on Kim – just climb into the stupid cake!" Jenn insisted impatiently. It was T-minus 6 hours, 10 minutes and 32 seconds until their deadline was up, and she was in no mood to deliberate over small details. "You'll only have to be there for a little bit while we drive the delivery van to Kyle's house. Then you jump out, grab Kyle, and we get the heck outta dodge – WHAT is the big deal?"
"I'm gonna suffocate!" Kim cried worriedly as she stared at the tall cake that would soon house her inside. "I'll die before we even get there!"
"Kim! We already discussed this plan!" Jenn said with gritted teeth. "Plus, we wasted an hour and a half baking this damn cake. So climb inside and LET'S GO!"
"FINE! GEEZ!" Kim dragged a step ladder over to the cake and climbed up so she was able to hoist a leg over the edge of the cake. Gingerly, she stepped inside and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "It's cramped in here!" she complained. "Can we just leave now before I lose my nerve?!"
Jenn placed the frosted top over the cake, covering up Kim completely. Carefully her, Rich, Scott and Kelly took an edge of the cake and lifted it into the air. They carried it outside to the van, while Aubrey opened the door for them. They delicately put it into the backseat, despite Kim's cries from the inside.
"This sucks, you guys!" she yelled as they all proceeded to climb into the van. "Scooty, if you hit a bump, you're so dead!"
"Quit being a cake-seat driver!" Scott quipped as he jumped into the driver's seat and started the van.
"That wasn't funny," Aubrey said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Yeah, well, I didn't ask you - loser," he replied teasingly. "Where are we going anyway, since you have the directions. Is it a left at Anderson Avenue?"
"Right," Aubrey said. "….Noooo! Not right! LEFT!"
"You told me right!" Scott said frustratingly.
"I was saying right as in 'you were correct' – DUH!"
"You are such a dweeb!" Scott shouted as he made a sharp U-Turn by a gas station.
"And you're an even bigger dweeb!" Aubrey retaliated.
"Will you guys stop arguing like an old married couple and step on the gas?!" Kelly asked impatiently. "I think Kim's melting back here."
Luckily, they made it to Kyle's house without any further incident. The security guard at the front gate waved them right in once he saw they were delivering the cake. Since Kyle was throwing a party, there were tons of cars already parked outside, and Scott had no problem maneuvering the van behind a red Corvette on the side of the road. They all grabbed an edge of the cake and carried it to the front door.
"This is it, you guys," Jenn said nervously as she pressed the doorbell. Soon, the door was opened by a tall, sandy-haired kid with glasses.
"Uhhh, can I help you?" he asked suspiciously. The Fromiez could all hear the sounds of blasting music coming from inside the house. It seemed like a pretty interesting party.
"Yeah, we're just here to deliver the cake for the party," Kelly said cheerfully as she showed the cake in a traditional Price is Right fashion. "And here it is! Isn't it beautiful?"
"Sure, come on in," the kid opened the door further and gestured for the group to follow him. They walked into the house and passed about 500 people on the way, all holding cups of punch and dancing to various hip-hop tunes.
"Yo, Kyle – the cake's here," the kid said as he tapped a fairly short, brown-haired guy on the shoulder. Suddenly, he whirled around and the Fromiez all found themselves face to face with the elusive Kyle J. Downes.
"Thanks, man," Kyle said as he grinned at the sandy-haired kid. "Wow, this cake is a lot taller than I remember ordering. It was only supposed to be three layers."
"Well, you know," Jenn chirped in a cheery voice, "You're just one of our favorite customers and – um, well – we just love you, that's all! So don't worry about the extra layers because they're on the house!" She coughed loudly.
"That's so nice of you, thanks," Kyle replied. "Here, let me pay you now – " Jenn coughed again. Another cough would be the signal for Kim to jump out of the cake. "Are you okay?" Kyle asked, peering at her strangely.
"Oh yes, I'm fine! I just have a little, um, tickle in my throat! AH-EM!"
At the sound of the third cough, the top of the beautiful dessert burst open and a cake-and-frosting covered Kim popped out with her arms outstretched and aiming for Kyle. Unfortunately, she tripped jumping out and the whole cake, along with her and Kyle, toppled to the floor and coated everything in a three-foot radius with gooey frosting and crumby cake.
"What the - ?!" Kyle cried as he struggled to push a cake-covered Kim off of him. "Who are you?! What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"Grab him, guys!" Kelly shouted as she started to head towards the back door. "We've gotta go!"
"Hey – stop it – HEY!" Kyle protested as Kim grabbed his arms and Jenn grabbed his feet. "Put me down! What are you doing?! STOP IT!" They carried him to the door despite all his struggling, but were automatically blocked by a tall man with dark brown hair and friendly brown eyes. There was something about him that looked slightly familiar.
"Excuse me, but where are you taking my best friend?" the man asked curiously.
"Scott! Help me!" Kyle yelled as he thrashed around wildly. "These people got in here somehow! I don't even know who they are!"
"Scott?!" Jenn's eyes lit up as she suddenly made the connection. "Oh my GOD! You're Scott Weinger from Full House! I LOVE YOU!" She abruptly dropped Kyle's feet and rushed into Scott's arms, completely taking him off guard. He stumbled back a bit, and wore a surprised but yet amused look on his face.
Because Kyle's feet were free, he took the opportunity to try and run away, but Kim just threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a sugary sweet frosting-kiss on his lips.
"Mmppph!" Kyle's arms flailed about while he tried to remove the attachment known as Kim. He kept backing up until he finally tripped over a piece of the rug, sending himself and Kim back down onto the ground.
"What the HELL is going on in here?!" Kee demanded as he ran back into the house from outside, surveying the scene in front of him: Jenn latched onto Scott Weinger, and Kim and Kyle locking lips on the floor – while covered in cake. "YOU GUYS! Scott's ready with the van, what are you people doing?! I thought we were leaving?!"
"Come on!" Kim cried as she dragged a breathless Kyle out to the van. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, and neither was Scott.
"What the heck?!" Rich asked as he saw Jenn climb into the van with her new boy toy. "Who is this guy? We don't have room for him!"
"Hi, I'm Scott Weinger, how are you?" he politely asked as he squished himself in between Kelly and Rich.
"Uhhh…hi," Rich replied as he attempted to inch away from Scott.
"Excuse me, but not all of us are gonna fit in these seats!" Amy complained. "I'm already squashed up against the window!"
"No worries! I'll sit on Scott's lap!" Jenn said cheerfully, plopping herself down.
"And I'll sit on Kyle's lap!" Kim jumped in. "I mean, we want our two guests to be able to have seats, right Jenn?"
"Oh absolutely, Kim."
Scott, the Fromie, rolled his eyes as he started the van. Hopefully they wouldn't tip over. Ten people in a van was a little excessive.
"Okay, so can someone please explain who you people are and what you want with us?" Kyle asked. "You're not gonna kill us, are you?"
"Are you joking?!" Kim gasped. "No way! We're just seven fans of Lizzie McGuire, and we're called The Fromiez. You're on a reality show called Digital Bean Smoothie: Uncut and Uncensored. One of our missions was to find you, kidnap you and bring you back to Fro Manor, where we live."
"Hmm…interesting," Kyle replied thoughtfully. "So why do you need Scott Weinger?"
"Good question. Jenn, why do we need Scott Weinger?" Kim asked her.
"Because I LOVE HIM!" Jenn snapped as she ran her fingers through Scott's dark hair. "You were so wonderful as Steve on Full House. I've always wanted a boyfriend like him!"
"Thanks, Jenn. It's really nice of you to say that," Scott said as he gazed up at her adoringly. "And by the way, I don't have a girlfriend."
"So Kyle, are you currently seeing anyone?" Kim asked casually.
"Actually, no I – "
"HUMMINA HUMMINA!" she interrupted, leaning down to give him another smooch.
*Cut to Rachel and Dan, back at the house, by the pool*
"Rachel, you need to come in the water! It's great! Come on in and swim a few laps with me!"
"Mmm hmm," Rachel replied absentmindedly as she flipped through the latest addition of People magazine. She checked the clock next to her and discovered that it was time to turn over.
"Rachel! Are you coming in or not?!" Dan asked from the pool.
"Sorry, but I need another half hour on my back," Rachel told him while feigning disappointment. "But gee golly, I really wish I could!"
"You know Rachel, sometimes I think you're being sarcastic with me," Dan said as he pushed the dripping wet hair off of his face.
"Reallllllllly?" Rachel drawled in response as she began reading an article about the trials and tribulations of famous people in Hollywood. "Hey Dan, did you know that Ben and J.Lo broke up? Isn't that funny?" But Dan had already begun swimming another fifty laps around the pool and wasn't listening to her.
While skimming the ads in People magazine, Rachel noticed one for Purina dog chow, which reminded her that she had to feed Jenn's dogs, Sophie and Shasta.
"DAN!" Rachel yelled from behind her cupped hands, but he was too busy swimming furiously to even notice. "HEY DAN!" she took off her flip flop and chucked it at him. It hit him on the shoulder and he turned around, ripping off his goggles and staring at her expectantly. "Did you feed the dogs already or do I have to do it?"
"What dogs?" Dan asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Dude, hello? Jenn's dogs?! Shasta and Sophie – did you feed them?"
"Oh, them. No, I didn't feed them yet. I let them out about an hour ago, though. Come to think of it, I haven't seen them in awhile….hmm…"
"DAAAAAN!" Rachel yelled, slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. "You let the dogs out?!"
"Well, no, I didn't let them out. But I went for a quick run around the neighborhood with the dogs and I guess I run faster then them. Maybe it's because I'm in such good shape. In fact – "
"SHUT UP!" Rachel interrupted, furiously shushing him. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Do you realize what Jenn is going to do to us when she realizes that Shasta and Sophie are missing?! She'll murder us! We won't ever see the light of day again!"
"Hmm, well, I say we go out and look for those dogs now!" Dan said enthusiastically. "I could use another run, anyway! Come on Rachel! We'll find them!"
*Cut to The Fromiez on the airplane, getting ready to fly back home*
"This is your captain speaking. Please make sure all seats are in the full, upright position and fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for take-off. Thank you."
"Guys, I have the worst feeling that something bad is happening at home," Jenn said worriedly as she chewed on her nails. "I hope Shasta and Sophie are okay."
"Don't worry about it," Aubrey replied reassuringly. "Dan and Rachel are good house sitters. They wouldn't do anything stupid, like go on a run around the neighborhood and forget to bring the dogs back with them."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jenn sighed and leaned her head down on Scott Weinger's shoulder. He had consented to come back with The Fromiez, which was incredibly exciting. They could always use an extra person to make things interesting.
"Hey look Rich," Kee said, nudging him in the side with his elbow. "It looks like your little girlfriend is back."
Rich looked up to see the beautiful blonde flight attendant, Sandie, wheel a drink cart towards them. When she saw Rich, her face broke out into a radiant smile.
"Richard! I'm so glad to see you!" she cried excitedly. "I just knew that we would meet again someday! How have you been?"
"I've been okay," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "How have you been?"
"Not too bad. I have to admit that I missed seeing you, though. It was so great to talk to you on the plane the other day." Rich blushed slightly and kept his eyes on he ground. He wasn't used to this kind of attention – he wasn't hot!
"Yeah, umm…it was nice to talk to you too," he said slowly. "Hey Sandie, umm….so like, who are you?"
"Who am I? What do you mean?"
"I guess I just mean….why do you look so familiar?" Rich asked, studying her face intently.
"I don't know, I – "
"Wait, a minute! Where's Kim?!" Jenn asked, looking around frantically. "Oh no! And Kyle's missing too! This can't be good!"
"Shhh!" Kelly hissed, hitting Jenn on the arm. "Don't make a big deal out of it. It's probably nothing. We can't let Bob know that there's a slight chance they might be off shagging someplace."
Suddenly, the door to the airplane bathroom burst open. Kim and Kyle came tumbling out, landing right in the aisle next to the Fromiez.
"Oh, um…heh heh –" Kim laughed sheepishly, trying to fix her disheveled hair. "Hey guys?"
They all sat there in shock for a moment, each one not sure what to do. Finally, Jenn sprung to life and attacked the camera guy, screaming,
"TURN THE CAMERA OFF! TURN IT OFF! BOB CAN'T SEE!"
*Camera suddenly goes to black, while MTV quickly cuts to a commercial about Nick and Jessica: Newlyweds! And now we return to our regularly scheduled program!*
"Hi, I'm Bob Saget. I know I usually you as the viewer don't see me except for at the beginning of each episode, but I felt I had to step in and intervene right now. I've heard from a reliable source that there has been some shagging going on, which is against the rules in this special case. This is why I had to go undercover with a hidden camera and follow the Fromiez around the house – just to see what was really happening."
*Camera fades out*
*Cut to Bob in front of Fro Manor, wearing a camouflage suit and camouflage make-up.*
"Hello everyone! And welcome to my special segment here on Digital Bean Smoothie: Uncut and Uncensored! My sources tell me that Kim and Kyle participated in some illegal shag-age on the airplane on the way home, but unfortunately, the cameraman lost the video. So now I have to check it out myself here at Fro Manor, only the Fromiez don't know I'm here! Let's go!"
*Camera follows Bob around the side of the house as he peeps into Scott, Rich and Kee's room*
"Now here we have the boys' room. If any action was taking place, it would definitely be in here. Let's watch for a moment, shall we?"
*Camera zooms in further and focuses on Scott unpacking his suitcase *
"Let's see, where did I put my left black sock?" Scott muttered to himself as he rummaged through the bag. As he was searching for the missing left sock, a folded up piece of paper fell out and landed on the floor. "Hmm…what's this?" Scott picked up the note and read it aloud:
Dear Scott,
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I know this poem is dumb
But I'm in love with you.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
"What the heck?!" Scott cried, dropping the note back on the floor. Who on earth would possibly send him a letter like that? This had to be a joke…right? He quickly ran out of the room, leaving the scary note on the floor.
"Hmmm…let's zoom in a little farther," Bob instructed the cameraman. "Nothing much happening at this angle."
*Camera zooms in even further to reveal a head of brown hair poking out from underneath the covers*
Kim quietly walked into the room and shut the door behind her. She was supposed to meet Kyle in here, since he was going to be staying with Scott, Rich and Kee for the duration of his stay.
"Uh oh, here comes Kim!" Bob said, pressing his face up against the glass. "And who is that she's looking to shag? Hmmm? Could it be…Kyle Downes?! Uh oh!"
Kim pulled the covers back and crawled in next to the warm body, but as soon as she got in there she realized it wasn't Kyle – the smell gave it away immediately.
"RICH!" Kim yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"What am I doing?? What are YOU doing?!" he retorted, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"Hmmm….damn. It just looks like Kim is going to shag Rich. No big deal there. You can turn the camera off now. I guess my reliable source wasn't so reliable after all," Bob said sadly. "Either that or those Fromiez are just way too tricky for me."
What will happen next? Will Shasta and Sophie be recovered? Will Jenn and Scott Weinger get it on? Will Rich learn the true identity of Sandie? Stay tuned to find out!