Jimmy is not mine.

For anyone who doesn't know, a corndog is the same as a pronto pup. I know it has different names in different geographical areas, but I'll just call it a corndog. I figure that's the most commonly used name.

Please review! Am I doing something right?

I guess I owe you all a BIG chapter, huh?

And of course, my apologies for the extraneously long wait! My school lets out so late that I was probably studying while you were all patiently waiting for more chapters. I muss confess though, I had been keeping myself extra busy with making music videos as well. I'll learn to let up… find an equilibrium as Jimmy might say, and continue. I promise I shall finish this fic; I'd never walk away from something with so much potential. A fight 'til the finish!

…Anyhoo, moving on.

Sheen rolled his eyes, but she went on lecturing. They walked through the parking lot to the carnival.

"So remember, play it close to the vest. Make him jealous, but don't do anything too- what's the word?"

"Sheenly?" he offered.

"Yeah, you know, weird. Make sure you hold my hand and say flattering things and occasionally make farcically rude observations. Do you think you can remember all that?" Cindy said in one breath.

Sheen's face was blank, "Gee, I don't know. I think my pen just ran out of ink." He wasn't even carrying a pen.

"Well, whatever. You either play along or I bust your head in half. Your choice."

"Can I think about it?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No, come on, let's go!" she grabbed his hand and took off to the ticket booth.

Cindy approached the ticket window, Sheen lagging on behind. She wrapped her pink poncho snugly over her chest, "Two please."

The ticket holder began ripping off two tickets.

Sheen looked at her funny, "She means one."

The ticket master handed her one ticket.

"No, I meant two," she said more to Sheen than to the ticket holder.

"I'm not paying for two tickets," he replied to her glare. "You can pay for your own."

"You won't pay for your date's ticket?" she faked a flabbergasted gasp.

"So what? You won't pay for my ticket!"

"But I'm the lady."

"And I'm… not the lady!"

"Yes, so you pay for MY ticket."

The ticket holder sipped some coffee, waiting for them to make up their minds.

Sheen whispered in her ear, "I thought you said this was a fake date."

She whispered back, "I also said to play it close to the vest."

Sheen stared back blankly.

"Fine, we'll compromise. I'll give you the money for my ticket, and you pretend you paid for it."

"Fine by me!" Sheen grabbed her money a little too roughly. "TWO PLEASE!" Cindy rolled her eyes, but Sheen, either not noticing or not caring, received the tickets, grabbed her by the arm, and sped her to the entrance.

"What are you doing?" she hollered while panting and trying to keep up with Sheen's quick pace, in fear of falling.

"Racing my lady to the entrance of course!" he tugged on her arm.

"Racing me?" she grinned an evil grin. "You'll have to go faster than that if you want to beat me!"

"Not you! The enemy!" he pointed behind them and went on running.

"The enemy?" she sounded fearful. She'd encountered many foes in her time; most people would if they were around Jimmy Neutron on a daily basis. "What enemy?"

"Back there!" he pointed. Cindy turned her head to look, but it was useless the way Sheen was dragging her.

"Stop! I need to see! What enemy?"

"We mustn't stop lest they catch up!"

"Seriously, Estevez! Stop!"

"No! We must run!"

Cindy grabbed the arm tugging her and bit it.

"OW!" he let go.

She turned around to see no more than Jimmy and Libby casually buying tickets at the ticket booth from a distance.

Jimmy reached into his wallet and handed the ticket holder fourteen dollars. He was given two tickets.

"One for you and one for me," he handedLibby a ticket.

She smiled breezily, "Thanks-"

"OWWW! OW! OW! OW! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS ULTRALORD!"

Jimmy and Libby couldn't help but look up to see where all the racket was coming from. What they saw was Sheen, dancing violently in circles and kissing his arm; Cindy stood in the middle of it all, with an illegible look on her face. Was she standing there uncomfortably, embarrassed to be seen with him, or grinding her teeth, ready to smack Sheen silly? Neither Jimmy nor Libby could tell.

"SHE BIT ME! GAH! SHE BIT ME AND I EXPECT SHE WILL BE PUNISHED!" he pointed to Cindy, who grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off.

"What happened to play it close to the vest, huh?" Cindy spat at him through gritted teeth, eyes a flame.

"I WAS AND YOU BIT ME!"

"You're supposed to be making him jealous, and then you go screaming out like you've seen a monster!'

"VAMPIRE THY NAME IS CINDY!"

"Shut up, will you? I'm sure Jimmy heard it all, let alone the whole neighborhood."

"YOU BIT ME!"

"Will you stop yelling that? Why can't you just-"

"YOU BIT ME!"

"SHUT UP! You're not even bleeding! What's your-"

"YOU BIT ME!"

"JEEZ! I'M SORRY! THERE, I SAID IT! WILL YOU SHUT UP NOW, YOU LITTLE NIMROD?"

Sheen widened his eyes and lowered his chin. "Yes," he sniffed. "…But it still hurts."

They got in line for the spinning coffee cup ride, but they were silent.

After a pause, Sheen spoke, "Cindy, why do you hurt people?"

"Huh?"

"You always push me… Jimmy too. You don't do it so much to Carl, but just because he's a woos, it doesn't mean he should be excused from your violent abuse."

She laughed but then realized Sheen was really waiting for an answer, so she sobered up. Cindy sighed, "I don't know. I guess I don't really think about it too much."

He grunted to himself. "Can you try to let up a little? Or think about it more often, you know, before you do it?"

She was a little confused. Sheen was acting almost human. "…Okay. Sure, I'll try."

"Thanks, Vortex."

She squinted in thought, but could come up with nothing more than, "No problem, Sheen." She'd always thought Sheen was a complete idiot, someone who just hung around the smart kid. Maybe UltraDork was more complex than that.

After another pause, Sheen changed the subject, "Cindy?"

"Yeah?"

"This is kind of personal… but can I ask you something?"

She had a feeling she knew where this was going, "Kiss me and I'll bite the other arm off."

He laughed, "No! I was just wondering…"

"What?"

"You know, it's all pretend, you and me."

"Yeah, so?"

"So you're not attracted to me in any way whatsoever?"

She cringed, "Sorry to disappoint you, Sheen, but I-"

"No, no! Not at all; I was just beginning to feel guilty."

"Why?"

"Because I don't feel that way about you either." She opened her mouth to interrupt, but he went on talking, "It's nothing personal- PLEASE DON'T HURT ME-"

"I won't."

"It's just… you're a nice person, well sometimes I mean, but I just don't like you that way… you know?"

"Yes, I understand completely, and I'm kind of glad you don't like me that way too. But don't worry, Sheen; you and Libby are meant for each other. You don't have to worry about me."

"Then how come I'm standing in line with you for the coffee cup ride instead of Libby?"

She shifted uncomfortably.

"Why aren't you with Jimmy? You can't deny you want to be. You've pretty much confessed it a hundred times over."

She was silent.

"Well?"

"Sheen, if you can restrain yourself from asking me any more personal questions, I'll continue doing my best not to hurt you."

Defeated, he sighed, "Okay."

They'd been so absorbed into their conversation that they hardly noticed that they were next in line.

The ride gate shifted open and the next group of people were allowed in.

"Get the purple cup!" Sheen ran towards it.

"No! We're going in the blue!" She kicked him, and while he recovered from shock, she pulled him away to the blue coffee cup.

Cindy pushed him in the ride and sat herself down gingerly, closing the cup door. She grabbed onto the wheel, bracing herself. Sheen just glared at her from across the cup.

"What?"

"You did it again," he crossed his arms and looked down at his bruised knee.

She paused and then grimaced, "Sorry. I didn't-"

"Think. I know."

She gave an awkward smile but his expression remained grave.

Cindy was about to elaborate on her apology when her eye caught something in the distance behind Sheen's head. She focused in on it- not it, but who.

Jimmy and Libby seated themselves in the cup parallel to theirs. Cindy stared blankly.

Sheen's glare faded to a disturbed look, "Uh, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Eck, not you- them."

Sheen turned around to notice Jimmy and Libby, who caught sight of him and Cindy, but appeared to take little notice. Sheen turned back to find Cindy gazing at them intently. Oh boy, here we go.

Sheen's thoughts were interrupted by the loudspeaker, "Welcome to Cappy's Coffee Cup Ride. Spin your cup's wheel to make the cup twirl. The faster you spin it, the faster it twirls. Please keep your arms, legs, and all other body parts inside the ride at all times. Thank you and enjoy your ride."

Sheen glanced down at the wheel. Cindy's knuckles were white from grasping. Her eyes narrowed and she looked up at Neutron.

Sheen cautiously touched the wheel, "Eheh, Cindy… You're not… Ummm?"

Jimmy smiled smugly back at Cindy. Libby, assuming the smile was aimed at her, said proudly, "Don't you worry about a thing, Jimmy; if anyone can spin this thing, it's me."

Jimmy, not paying attention to conversation, replied, "Sure Libby." He looked down and noticed Libby readying herself to spin the wheel at hyper speed. "Oh, um, Libby? Better leave the driving to me. This is your chance to relax."

"What? But I don't wanna relax! We're at a carnival. I wanna-"

"Now, now, just leave it to me!" This whole time he'd been glaring back at Cindy, accepting her challenge. Cindy's eyes narrowed as she smiled evilly.

Jimmy raised his eyebrows almost flirtatiously. It dawned upon Libby that he couldn't be aiming all those weird looks at her; she turned around and saw her best friend, just daring Jimmy to try and out-spin her. She also noticed Sheen, apparently just as weirded out by the whole thing as she.

Libby's eyes were wide; she looked quickly from Jimmy to Cindy. Their eye contact never broke. Libby smiled sheepishly back at Sheen. Sheen, intimidated and eyes huge with terror looked from Cindy to Libby. His eyes screamed, Help me. He waved robotically to Libby, but she could only feel sorry for him, let alone herself.

It seemed like forever when the ride finally began.

Sheen and Libby exchanged unsure glances, but their coffee cups were soon spinning too quickly to communicate. Their fingernails dug into the seats as they held on for dear life.

Libby shifted her bulging eyes in Jimmy's direction. She was pressed against the seat, but he continued to spin the cup like a mad dog. "Jimmmmaaaayyyyy!"

Sheen dared himself to take the wheel and slow his own cup down. He reached for the wheel, but Cindy inadvertently knocked him aside with her rump and went on spinning the wheel like crazy.

Shouts and chatter could be heard from people in line.

"Wow! Look at those two!"

"How do they do that?"

"I want that cup! It goes the fastest!"

"What in the world?"

Libby felt sick, "Jimmy, can we please slow down a little?"

"Not now, Libby," he remained in a trance.

"No, Jimmy! NOW! I really don't feel good!"

Jimmy broke his gaze and winced, but was soon in the zone again. "Please don't vomit."

"Then stop going so fast!" she covered her mouth.

"I can't! I have to do this. I need to concentrate."

"Why?" she interrogated.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I have to beat Cindy."

"Why do you have to beat Cindy?"

He went on spinning.

"Why, Jimmy? I don't think even you know why! Why does it matter so much to you? Why do you think?"

"I know why," he wasn't spinning so quickly any more, but was now heaving large pulls in smaller amounts.

"Tell me."

"Not now."

"Now or never, Jimmy!"

"Then never!"

The ride came to an abrupt halt, and Libby and Sheen could be seen collapsing in their seats, sick to their stomachs.

Jimmy and Cindy both jumped out of their cups as fast as humanly possible, arms flying outward, facing the crowd, "WHO WAS FASTER?"

"Sorry… again."

"So much for 'I'll try.'"

"Look, I said I was sorry! You just kind of got in the way!"

"Well excuse ME for only going along with the plan! I can't believe I'm doing this. It's apparent that you and Jimmy are just drawn to each other. Me and Libby would naturally get in the way. Why can't I just hang with her?"

"Can you stop complaining?"

"I have every right to be complaining. I still don't get why I have to go along with this stupid plan. It's obvious there's nothing in it for me."

Cindy was filled with anger, but she cooled quickly. Wow. What must this be like for Sheen? And Libby? "Sorry."

"Yeah."

"No really, I mean it this time. Is there anything I can do…" she gulped, "to make it up to you?" Cindy cringed at the thought of what Sheen might come up with.

He smiled devilishly. Cindy couldn't help but be afraid.

Two hours later in the UtraLord Gift shop...

"Are you almost done?" Cindy sat on the bench outside the men's changing room, fanning herself with the park map.

"Just a second…"

Libby and Jimmy weren't far away. Libby was apparently picking out something for Sheen to make up for their missed night. She'd occasionally ask Jimmy if he thought it was right for Sheen, but he was too busy eavesdropping on Cindy and Sheen to take notice.

Cindy went on waiting and rolled her eyes, "Sometimes I wonder what you'd do if your precious UltraLord was ever cancelled."

He gasped from inside the dressing room, "UltraLord get cancelled? Never! The fans would never let the show die out!"

Cindy couldn't help but laugh at his naivety.

The door swung open, and Sheen burst out, looking utterly ridiculous. It appeared he mixed together just about every UltraLord costume in the store. "So? What do think?" Sheen drew his cape over the bottom half of his face and raised his eyebrows.

"Weird."

"That's what I was aiming for!"

"Can we go on some rides now?"

"Hold on! I have to pay for this first!"

"You are not wearing that around the park."

Sheen's look read, You owe me, remember?

She sighed, "Fine, go pay for your crazy superhero thing…"

"Thanks, Cindy!"

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't get used to it."

He ran off to the cash register and came back five minutes later completely covered in UltraLord fan wear from head to toe.

"Are you ready?"

Sheen was so mesmerized by his costume that he could hardly pay attention to anything else. "Huh?" he asked dreamily.

"Are you ready?" she repeated.

"What? Huh? Yes! Yes of course! Come with me! Off to the rides!" he grabbed her hand and they were off.

They stopped in the dead center of the carnival. "What should we go on?"

"Anything you like, My Dear!"

"You seem… happy," Cindy wanted to yell at him for being so grossly weird as she would call it, but then she remembered he was just doing what she asked him to do, only far better and more convincingly.

"Yes," he looked over his costume, "never happier…"

"Ooookay… Well, pick a ride before daylight."

"Aha! I've found something quite grand!" he ran ahead and Cindy followed.

She stared up at the ride entrance, "Ummm…"

"See, Cindy? The Tunnel of Love!"

"I see it."

"Wanna go in it?"

She couldn't help being frank, "No."

"Girls are always messed up. They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'yes' means 'new episodes of UltraLord!'"

She raised her eyebrows, "Since when?"

"Since Episode 296!" he grabbed her hand. "Let's go!"

Cindy wanted to make Jimmy jealous, but The Tunnel of Love? With Sheen? That's frightening.

"AH! LET GO! I'M NOT GOING TO PADDLE UP A CREEK IN A CROOKED SWAN BOAT!"

"Of course you're not, Ma Cheri; I shall do the paddling! And up the creek we go!" he pointed his index finger to the sky.

Sheen helped her, or rather politely forced Cindy into the boat. The lap bars locked down. Her eye twitched. The boat sailed down through the tunnel. Decorative hearts and cupid statues were around every corner.

He's not himself. He's happy fan boy. He grabbed her hand and held it softly. She buried her face in her free hand. "Someone save me," she croaked.

Sheen continued gently caressing her hand; she grimaced. "No problem, my damsel in distress. Your hero awaits a kiss upon thy lips," he puckered up.

"GET OUT!" she shoved him into the water.

"DANG! I was only acting like you told me to!"

She brushed herself off and sat down, recollected. "Yeah, well you did things a little too well!" The boat sailed off with Cindy relieved to be rid of Sheen, yet at the same time, highly disturbed.

As the boat turned the corner and out of sight, Sheen could be heard screaming at the top of his lungs, "Ah! It burns us! Help! I'm melting! MELTING! Oh, my beautiful wickedness! GONE!"

"Cindy and Sheen just went into The Tunnel of Love! We have to follow them!"

"Can't we have some real fun? I mean instead of just laying low, stalking those two? I mean, it was kind of fun at first, but now I really do want to relax. You know, enjoy myself. That's why we're here."

"No, we're here because we're on a mission. We must follow through."

"You take love too seriously."

Jimmy ignored her last statement, "Let's just do this."

"All right, we'll play it tight, but don't go all lovey-dovey on me, ya hear?" Libby warned.

Jimmy half listened to Libby, keeping his focus on the mission at hand. "Yeah, lovey-dovey, got it." He pushed her a little too forcefully into the boat, but took no notice of it, "After you, My Dear."

"Nuh-uh! It's all about NOT bein' lovey-dovey!"

He rudely cupped his hand over her mouth as the ride began, "Shh-shh! I think I see them in the boat ahead of us… OH LIBBY, MY SWEET, YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY LOVELY THIS DAY."

"So much for 'Shh-shh!'"

He whispered harshly, "Say something!"

She ground her teeth and glared at Jimmy, but he wouldn't even look at her. All he'd look at was the stupid swan boat ahead of them. "How nice of you to notice, Jimmy," she spat sarcastically. "You've forgotten, though: IT'S NOT YET THE DAY."

Finally Jimmy got a clue and turned to Libby. He whispered, voice dripping with disdain, "Why are you being so difficult?"

"I'm not being difficult; I'm bein' Libby," she said above Jimmy's whisper.

"Well don't be Libby! Be the part!" he hissed.

Libby couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her body language said, Who do you think you're talkin' to? "I don't think so! You never ask a lady to be anybody other than who she is! You better learn that, foo'! I'm tellin' ya now, if you'd a said that to Cindy, she'd a kicked your sorry little behind outta the birdie boat a long time ago! You're just lucky you ain't in her birdie boat!"

Jimmy cringed and looked around. He didn't really care what Libby was saying. He just needed her to shut her trap. "Libby, quiet down! You're going to blow our cover!"

Libby clamped her teeth and shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes never left Jimmy's big head. "NO! YOU gotta CRANK THINGS UP! Stop yo' whisperin' and take things as they come, ya hear?"

He flinched, "I'm sure I'm not the only one who heard." He turned around to face a man and a woman in the boat behind them, apparently unable to get comfortable with the scene being made in front of them. Jimmy smiled awkwardly and waved Libby's presence away, "I don't know her. Really! I don't!"

Libby grabbed him by the sleeve. She couldn't give a flying lab rat's behind if the people behind them heard or not, "Yeah, yah don't know me, but you'd be sitting right here, next to me, in the tunnel of love." Jimmy gave a nervous laugh. "That's what I thought," she dropped him to the floor of the boat and sat herself down.

The couple raised their eyebrows. Jimmy got up and explained, "It's a funny story actually-"

"Forget about them!" Libby grabbed Jimmy by his shirt collar and motioned to the couple behind them. "Both you and Cindy, I don't get it, but you care way too much 'bout what other people think! Get over them! You probably won't see those peopleagain in your entire life!"

Jimmy knew it was too late to save his cover, but he still felt awkward. He tried to hush her, "Libby, don't…" He was practically begging.

"YOU CAN'T OPRESS ME! NO ONE CAN OPRESS ME! THAT'S WHAT I LOVE ABOUT MY- SHEEN!" she spotted Sheen in the water.

Sheen spat water out like a fountain angel, "Well if it isn't Dorothy and the Tin Man!"

Libby gawked, "Did Cindy do this to you?"

Sheen lifted his finger and took a deep breath as to respond, but Libby cut him off.

"Yah know what, dumb question. Here, lemme just get you," she reeled him in with all her might, "in here!"

It was a rather comical scene, actually: Sheen, sopping wet, squeezing water out of the many layers of his costume, Libby in the middle, a wide grin spread across her face suddenly, hands folded neatly on her lap and beaming dead ahead, and Jimmy, annoyed with the whole scenario, resting his elbow on the side of the boat with his chin in his hand.

This was about Jimmy and Libby, not Libby and Sheen. If he couldn't be the center of attention, he'd weave his way through and find a different approach. He broke the silence, smiling smugly, "So Sheen, I see you couldn't hold on to Cindy for very long, could you?"

Sheen tilted his head.

Libby spoke instead, "Yah know what? You couldn't even get a hold of the Libby, period. So I wouldn't be joshin'!" she pushed Jimmy overboard. "At least HE really does appreciate me!" she pointed to Sheen. She taunted Jimmy as the boat drifted away, "Don't wanna see yah now, and I don't wanna see yah later. Buh-bye, Big Head!"

"Where's your partner? Youths under sixteen can't be here at night unsupervised."

"But it's a nighttime carnival! That's the only time it's open!"

"Where's your partner, kid?"

Cindy sighed, "Why does it matter?"

"Because we said so. Didn't your parents ever tell you about the buddy system?"

Cindy was getting supremely annoyed by the two security guards, "Yes."

"Alright, then it shouldn't be a problem when we ask you, Where is your partner?"

"Well, he's here somewhere, in the park I mean."

The security guards looked upon her in disapproval. Aha! Saved by the dweeb!

Carl happened to be walking by. She pointed at him, "He is!" She pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, "Carl, you're my partner." She smiled, Thank goodness for loners.

"Don't thinks so, babe," Carl's note card replied coolly. Cindy's jaw dropped. The next card read, "It's only me and Judy."

"Judy?"

Carl stepped aside, revealing a furry creature.

"Isn't that the llama that attacked you?"

"We're working on our love/hate issues," Carl wrote up a new card. "Wonder who that reminds me of?" he folded the paper away into his pocket and winked. Cindy gagged and pushed him away, disgusted.

The first security guard put her hand on Cindy's shoulder, "If you don't have some one accompanying you, we'll have to have an officer escort you home. I'm sorry. No refunds."

A third security guard arrived on the scene, sopping wet, and interrupted, "We just found this one taking a swim in The Tunnel of Love. He appears to be alone. What should we do with him?"

The guard was holding Jimmy by the back of his shirt collar. Jimmy was putting up quite a fight, his clothes dripping wet too.

The first security guard interrogated him, "And where's your partner, young man?"

Cindy and Jimmy exchanged glances. "She is, Ma'am," he pointed to Cindy.

The second security guard looked at Cindy suspiciously, "Are you?"

"Oh, yes! I lost track of him… after we split up to go to the bathroom?" she looked at Jimmy, who nodded.

"Alright, we'll let it slide this time. Just don't let us find you walking around alone again, or no more chances. Next time, don't split up to go to the bathroom."

Cindy suddenly gained assured confidence, "What was I supposed to do? Waltz right on through the door with the sign of mars clearly labeled on it and follow him into the stall?"

The security guards stuttered, "Well no, but-"

"I didn't think so. Come, Neutron, our work here is done," she took his arm in hers and they walked off. Jimmy gave the guards a smug smile.

They turned the corner, and then they ran at top speed. As soon as they were sure they wouldn't run into the guards again, they slowed down and came to a stop. Through all the panting and coughing, they laughed insanely and collapsed on the ground.

Cindy and Jimmyboth took deep breaths and sighed.

Cindy sat up, "So," she laughed, "what happened to you?"

He recovered from his giggles and sat up too, "Libby pushed me out of the boat in The Tunnel of Love."

"Ha! I did the same thing to Sheen!"

"Yeah, I saw," he chuckled.

"I bet! I should've just saved Libby and Sheen the trouble and pushed you in myself!"

When they finished their giggle fits, they got up and strolled around. They rode the roller coaster, the raft ride, the carousel, and countless others. Jimmy's thoughts seemed to race a mile a minute, Wow, everything's going so naturally. Don't screw it up now! What do girls like? What do Cindys like? Aha! "Come on!" he grabbed Cindy's hand and swept her off her feet.

"Whoa!" she simpered.

They rushed up to a game stand. Clown decoys moved back and forth andone had to shoot them with a bee-bee gun to knock them over.

Cindy stared up at the prizes, "Wowwww."

"You want one?" he offered.

"SURE!" she beamed.

Jimmy handed the man the money and got out his new and improved watch. He pushed a couple of buttons which measured the accuracy of the gun and the motion of the clowns. Jimmy handed Cindy the gun and stood behind her, his arms on hers, guiding her aim.

She questioned his judgment, "But it's off. I can tell."

"It's bent," he whispered in her ear and stood by her side. She smiled one of her classic, evil grins, and focused on the clown decoy in front of her.

"Okay, I'll tell you when to shoot." She nodded. He stared down at his watch and a red light blinked, "NOW!"

She shot and hit the clown dead center between its eyes.

Jimmy received the prize and handed the enormous dog to Cindy.

"For me?" she squeaked.

"Well you won it," he smiled.

"EEP!" she grabbed the blue dog and hugged it with all her might.

"So we've pretty much been on all the rides. What do you wanna do?"

She turned to him cheerfully, "I'm hungry."

They approached a little food cart. Two guys with mustaches and aprons were set up there.

"Calamitous, here they come. Be ready!" Delstohks whispered.

Jimmy looked up at the menu. "How much money do you have?" Cindy dug some cash out of her pocket and showed him. He put their money together and handed it to Delstohks. "Two corndogs, please."

Calamitous handed them a Purple Flurp, "Soda for you."

Jimmy shooed it away, "We can't pay for that."

"For you, it's free."

"Um, okay. Thanks," Jimmy was confused but gladly accepted. Jimmy and Cindy walked off to the food patio and headed for the condiment table.

Delstohks spoke aloud now that the two were out of earshot, "Why'd you do that?"

"So irresponsible they are- they never brush after meals."

"Why do you care? You just gave them pop. The sugar in that is surely just as corrosive on their braces as not brushing."

"I don't care. When they don't brush, it blocks out the cameras, and we don't get clear photos of them."

"Oh, so you mean they should use the Flurp as a wash?"

"Exactly."

They stopped at the condiment table. "So, we split the Flurp?"

"Works for me," Cindy finished pouring ketchup on her corndog. "Ketchup?"

"Actually, do you see the mustard?"

"Yeah, right here," she handed it to him.

Jimmy took it and they headed sat down to a table. Cindy ate some of her corndog and watched Jimmy pour on his mustard. She took another bite, and looked up. He was still pouring it on. It looked more like mustard with a corndog than a corndog with mustard.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Heh- it's kind of funny actually. I sort of have this… rapturous enjoyment for mustard," he continued pouring it on.

"Me too!"

"Really? Oh, sorry!" he quickly handed the mustard bottle to her. "…I hope I didn't use it up."

"No, no! It's okay. I used to really, really like mustard, but about a year ago, I stopped liking it so much," she handed him the bottle back.

Jimmy laughed and gladly continued pouring it on, "That's funny! I used to hate mustard, but I just started loving it about a year ago!" He finally started eating his mustard with a corndog. He said with his mouth full, "Infact, around that same time, I lost my ability to whistle…"

"And around that same time I learned how to whistle! How weird!" she chortled. "I could re-teach you."

"That would be great! Flurp?"

"Thanks," Cindy took a sip. "Okay, draw back your lips a little. Your bottom lip should be taut over your bottom teeth." Jimmy imitated the face Cindy made. "Relax your tongue, and blow."

Jimmy blew, but nothing happened. Cindy corrected it, "See, your lips are puckered up too much. The bottom lip has to cover your bottom teeth." She made a face and he did his best to follow.

Calamitous and Delstohks stared questioningly at the scene occurring before them from afar. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were making kissy faces at each other."

"Take a picture!" they took several, all of which appeared to have Cindy and Jimmy making "kissy faces" as they called it.

Jimmy and Cindy could be seen at the patio table, Cindy obviously humored by the unorthodox faces Jimmy made by trying to whistle. Cindy walked over to the trash can, Jimmy lingering behind, still making desperate attempts for any sound whatsoever.

A small, weak squeak escaped Jimmy's lips. "I DID IT! I DID IT! DID YOU HEAR ME WHISTLE?"

Cindy rolled her eyes and smiled, "Mhmm."