Pashmina walked happily to the clubhouse. A small breeze blew her scarf and it made her very content. Just then, her happiness was interrupted by a, "Hey, hey, heeeey..." She turned her head to see Stan up in a tree with his maracas. Pashmina lowered her eyebrows a little bit and sighed. "Hello, Stan." She said plainly. "Hey, Pashy baby! 'Sup?" She said in a very plain annoyed voice, "I'm fine." Then he jumped from the tree (of course he did a back flip in the process) and landed on his feet. "Soooo. How's it going for my buttercup?" She scowled. "Stan, I'm not your buttercup. I'm nobodies buttercup." Stan flashed a cheesy smile. "Oh.. You're ALWAYS my flower." Pashmina scowled. "Stan, I've had enough of your flirting. I'm tired of it. NOW GO AWAY!" With that, she stormed off leaving Stan with a frown on his face.