After Mike left, Dally and Tim started walking back to Tim's place. As they were walking they heard footsteps running towards them. "Who's there?" Dally whirled around. Tim took out his switchblade.

"Relax, it's just me."

"Soda? What're you doing here?" asked Dally.

"I followed you," seeing the angry look on Dally's face, he quickly continued, "I was just so curious about Seattle and I had to find out what was going on."

"Well, too bad, you're not gonna find out."

"Come on Dal, you gotta tell me!"

"No I don't."

"Yeah you do."

"N— aw Christ. Fine, I'll tell you. But it's only 'cause you're so annoying."

"Finally!"

"Dally," Tim exclaimed, "You can't tell him. We promised we'd never speak of it again!"

"I know, I know but he's not going to stop bothering us until we tell him."

"Fine, but don't go into any details."

"Don't worry. Ok, Soda, this is what happened, we were in Seattle, right? So one night Tim said, 'Hey Dally, why don't we go down to that big carnival tonight?' and I said, 'What big carnival?'

"Tim said, 'You know,'

"I said, 'Oh, you mean that little church fair?' and he said, 'Yeah, that's the one.'

Just then Sodapop interrupted, saying, "Look, I'm curious and all but you don't gotta tell me every little detail of what you said."

"Right," said Dally, "So we went to the church fair and everything was going smoothly. You know, we heckled some girls and knocked over a few stands but then something terrible happened. A strange man ran over to us, holding a large stuffed purple hippopotamus doll. He handed the doll to Tim and handed me a huge lollypop then his friend ran over and took some pictures and I guess he gave 'em to Mike. But it's ok, we've got them back now."

"That's it?" cried Soda, "That's your story? That's what I've waited all this time to hear about? Oh man, I'm going home. This is just stupid. Just plain stupid."

And, with that, Soda left.

A moment after he was gone, Erik came running over. "Hi guys!" he yelled, "I just got in a fight with some socs. I kicked their asses!"

"Where're your bruises?" asked Tim.

"I didn't get any but you should've seen them."

"How many were there?" asked Dally.

"Six."

Dally laughed, "Yeah right, pansy. Nice try. What'd you do, blind them with your 'light of the future?' I don't think so, moron."

"Yeah…Well…see ya!" and Erik ran away.