Disclaimer: My friend said your supposed to have one of these for EVERY chapter . . . oops! OK so, I don't own Benny and Joon - But I soooo wish I owned Sam!

On another subject - well, so far I've got *counts fingers - 6 reviews. Come on guys! How 'bout enough to count on fingers AND toes?! Savvy? *Provocatively waves Sam's hat around in face of potential reviewers - wink- wink-knudge-knudge! OK, I know there isn't much point to this chapter (plot wise), but I well . . . felt like it. This is SUPPOSSED to be just a cutsie, feel-good type thing, getting ready for the . . . PG chapter!!! *Evil laugh . . . chokes. Anyway, on with the (so called) story!

Joon rolled over to see Sam lying next to her - upside down. In the morning sun, Sam looked so sweet and peaceful, it seemed a shame to wake him up. 'I don't remember hearing him come in' Joon thought to herself. 'Now stop that! This is SAM you're talking about' she silently reasoned.
Sam stirred quietly, murmuring something about "no more wire hangers!" Joon carefully slid out of bed, and pulled out her secret collection of charcoal drawings she had been making of Sam since they had first met. Joon lovingly sketched the contours of Sam's handsome face, perfectly recreating his distinctive features - those beautiful, dark eyes; his shoulder-length tresses - all with painstaking accuracy.

Sam groaned softly, rolling over to face Joon, who had by now, replaced the drawings safely back in their secret spot. Sam gave a tiny smile as he wiped the sleep out of his eyes. "Good morning Sam" Joon greeted "I didn't hear you come in last night". Sam still wasn't feeling too good. "Hmmm?" came the sleepy reply.
"No matter" Joon responded as she hopped up and went out to the kitchen. Sam flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. 'Hmmm, what did I get up to last night? I feel all sore . . . Ummm . . . tapioca . . . Ruthy . . . Ruthy's place . . .' Sam paused. "Oh dear! I couldn't have done that, I wouldn't go THAT far . . . or would I?' Sam could not believe it. It just wasn't possible . . . but he HAD done it. OH GOD! What would Joon think if she knew?!

Sam was sure glad it was his day off today, he would be able to take Joon to the park, and hopefully, take Joon's mind off anything . . . slightly suspicious.

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Sam tied his neckerchief in a loose bow and grabbed his coat. As Sam slowly wandered out into the kitchen, he could hear Joon talking softly to herself. Sam knew it was best not to answer or interrupt, so after silently grabbing a sandwich from the counter, spun around and made his way to the bathroom. While Sam was sitting in the bath, happily eating his peanut butter and banana sandwich, Joon knocked on the door.

"So, did you want to have a picnic while we're at the park today, or did you want to go to Ruthy's diner?" Sam knew it might be a little risky . . . as well as suspicious to see Ruthy again, so soon . . . well, only suspicious if Joon actually suspected anything . . . "Ah, a picnic would be nice" Sam quickly answered. Better to be safe . . .

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As Sam and Joon strolled around the park, Sam noticed a pretty bunch of daisies growing just ahead. Sam made a how-'bout-I-pick-you-some-nice-daisies? gesture. Joon nodded shyly in acceptance. Sam placed his hat on Joon's head, and made his way towards the bush. Staring at the flowers intently, Sam lent his cane against a tree, rolled up his sleeves and bent over to pick one - but the damn flower wouldn't budge! Sam scratched his head with confusion, frowning at the evil daisy. Determined, he once again attempted to pick the flower - this time he grabbed it with both hands, dug his feet into the grass and tugged comically. Joon watched in amusement as Sam repeatedly attempted to extract the flower.

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10 mins later, Sam decided to make a final attempt before getting Joon to burn the stupid bush. Dramatically wiping the sweat of his forehead, he pulled with all his might. The flower seemed to extend for almost a metre! Sam was smiling broadly with satisfaction - until he realized the daisies were actually somehow attached to the park's watering system. 'Oh dear' was Sam's last thought before the system's water came back on - drenching poor Sam from head to toe. Sam turned sheepishly towards Joon, shrugged 'well - what- can- you-do?'

Exhausted, Sam handed Joon the single daisy he had managed to remove - causing Joon to start giggling uncontrollably. As Sam trotted back over to the tree to collect his cane, he slipped on the water soaked grass and somersaulted over a bush. Sam shook his head like a wet dog and attempted to stand up - but not before poking his head over the bush. Only just noticing the small group of park go-ers who had wandered over. Seizing the opportune moment, Sam leaped up and started to perform a few of his favourite Buster Keaton routines - just as he did after he first met Benny and
Joon. Ah, those were good times.

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On their way back home, Joon looked over at Sam adoringly, wondering how on earth she could ever be suspicious of someone so sweet? Someone like Sam? Joon knew Sam would NEVER do anything even remotely wrong, or to hurt her in any way. Joon held her hand near Sam's, their fingers slowly becoming entwined. They both turned and gazed into each other's eyes . . . and smiled.

Um, I don't know if that WAS a cute widdle feel-good chapter or not. Well, I tried. It's kinda hard to capture Sam's slapstick abilities, so review please - and be kind. Thanks all! Oh, and a special thanks to Lady Aragorn for her kind words and inspiration for this chapter!