Note: I don't own Tidus, Lulu, Wakka, Seymore, Nooj, Rikku, Paine, Leblanc or Yuna. Or Jareth. They're fictional peoples, (let's hope not) and Hailey owns herself. At least I hope she does. o.O Dun own the Olsen twins either. I don't think they do mysteries in their attic anymore. Meh.

Hailey: I want this dress, lovey dove. *points to feathery dress*

Tidus: Um, okay. I guess that means I'm stuck with this matching thing. *points*

Seymore: Hey! That's mine! *snatches away*

-SAM IS BUISILY RUNNING AROUND YELLING AT PEOPLE-

Hailey: I'm so glad she decided to plan our wedding for us!

Sam: So, the Flamingos will poop here, and the pelicans will serve as the punch bowls...

Hailey: *spaz*

Tidus: I like flamingos. *pouts*

Sam: *pokes Seymores' hair* I want your hair.

Seymore: Yes, you've made that clear many times.

Hailey: It's better than Jareth and his tighty-whitey pants!

Sam: *rips out Hailey's ribcage and runs around wearing it as a hat*

Seymore: That's not very nice.

Sam: *quickly stuffs ribcage back in* Anything for you, my Noojie Woojie!

Seymore: I'm not Nooj,

Sam: *goes all freaky Leblanc-like* I know, but you will be soon, love! *waves fan in seymores face*

Hailey: Something evil is at work here!

Tidus: Sounds like it's time for...

Random people: THE OLSEN AND OLSEN MYSTERY AGENCY!

Random Person: We'll solve any crime,

Another Random Person: BY DINNER TIME!

Sam: *stuffs weirdos in a bag and throws em' in with the pelicans*

Seymore: You're not Leblanc anymore?

Sam: *appaled* I am NOT that Pink-Hearty-Wearty Wench! *slaps*

Seymore: *weirded out*

Hailey: *pissed* Can we get back to ME AND TIDUS GETTING MARRIED PLEASE?!?!

Sam: Right. BRING IN THE FLAMINGOS!

Hailey: NO FRICKIN' FLAMINGOS!

Tidus: I LIKE FLAMINGOS!

*Hailey and Tidus have lovers tiff*

Narrator: ........

THE END!