"What do you mean she's not in there?" Sheen asked growing impatient by the second.

"I mean she's not in here, how much simpler can I say it? She's missing."

"She probably just crawled out of your sight, come on, let's go!" Sheen said very annoyed now.

Jimmy hesitated, "I guess," he said at last. Then grabbing their credit card, they ran a door down grabbed Carl, and called a limo, they girls had taken theirs, to take them to the third best shopping in the world, Parisdice. Parisdice is a huge shopping complex with almost anything someone would want. They first went to a very expensive tuxedo place, called Tux-a-dice, the world's largest collection of tuxedos. "What do you think of this?" James asked holding up a $100 tux.

"It's ok," Carl said, "But it needs some llamas on it."

"Carl, I do not want llamas on it." Jimmy said rolling his eyes and slightly irritated. 

"I agree with Carl… but with out the llamas!" Sheen added practically yelling the llama part.

"Oh man! Nobody ever takes the llama's side! It's always 'no llamas Carl' or 'no taking llamas to the dance; what did the llamas ever do to all you people?" Carl said really fast, leaving Jimmy and Sheen no choice but to shrug their shoulders and 'right.'

In order to change subject, Jimmy grabbed a random tuxedo off the shelf and held it up to Sheen saying, "This would look great on you." Problem was he randomly picked a toddlers tux. "I mean, obviously in a bigger size, but the colors good." James added quickly and nervously.

"May I help you gentleman?" The sales associate asked in French. James switched his Speech-O'-Matic on, as do Sheen and Carl.

"Yea, we are taking three very special ladies to a special place tonight and need something nice to wear." Jimmy said through his Speak-O'-Matic.

"Ah, taking the girlfriends out for Valentines day, eh?" The sales person said.

"Yep, except for him," Sheen said pointing to Jimmy, "He's married."

James gritted his teeth and said, under his breath, "Sheen!"

"Ok," The sales man said unconvinced. "How old are you boys?"

"Fifteen." Carl answer simply. "Oh and Jimmy's almost 16."

"I see, and where are your parents?"

"On the other side of the world." Sheen said proudly.

Hearing the kids speak such good French, the sales associate automatically concluded that the boys must be French. "On vacation?"

"Nope, we are!"

"Ok…" the sales person said not convinced that any of what they said was true. He started looking over Jimmy, "Uh-huh," He said, oh muttered, and then he started looking through the racks. "I'd put this on you." He said handing Jimmy a tux. "This on you. And this on you." He concluded, picking relatively cheap tuxes out. Here, go ahead and try them on." He said leading the boys to the back of the store toward the dressing rooms.

The girls had finished trying on dresses, and each had found one that seemed to be made with them in mind. "Ok, so Cindy, do you like the dress or not? You've carried it all around the store, putting it down, picking it back up."

"Like it, I love it!" Cindy exclaimed.

"Then what's the problem?" Brittany said.

"I just don't think I deserve this dress… or him." Cindy said, leaning against a post and sliding down it, with the dress held tightly in her hands.