Holy hell, my head hurts! I had had the weirdest dream. I almost told Kuki . . . something, I don't remember what . . . and then I puked all over her. What a stupid dream.

Wait a minute . . . Oh crud!

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod. I can't believe myself. It couldn't get any worse.

Funny thing, though. After that I don't remember anything else. Hmmm, wonder what happened. Oh well, nothing too bad, or I'd remember. Wouldn't I?

My phone started ringing, triggering another spasm of intense pain. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hi Numbuh 4," Some chick answered. Someone I'd never met before, or at least don't remember any more. "How are you feeling today?"

"Okay. Listen, uh, who are . . ."

"Well, I just called to tell you I can't make it Saturday. Daddy says I need to clean my room. I told him Barbara can do it, but he says I have to be responsible. Puhlease! Responsibility is for poor people!"

"Who the crud is Barbara?"

"My maid, silly. Of course, you wouldn't know her. She's Mexican, or German, or Chinese, or something like that. Sorry I can't make it, though. Love you!" She hung up.

What the crud was that about?

The phone rang again.

"What?" I asked.

"What're you doing?" Some girl asked, trying too hard to be sexy (she sounded constipated or something).

"Who are you?"

"I-I- don't you remember?"

"Uh, no."

"We have a date. Saturday at Casa Linda. You asked me last night at the party." She giggled. "You said I had beautiful eyes."

"Why would I say something like that? I've never even met you!"

"Yes you did! At the party! I'm Numbuh 87!" She caught her breath. "Well, you'll remember when you see me at Casa Linda. Later, sweetie."

I hung up. What was going . . .

The phone caught my attention. "Hello?"

"Morning, sleepy head. I've been trying to call all morning."

"Uh . . ."

"How are you? Hope you feel alright. I mean, it's almost noon. So I've been thinking. How about we see IQ Squared? I heard Bloody Night isn't a very good movie. It said so in the paper. Two out of five stars. And IQ Squared is an Indie film. It's more fitting for intellectuals of our status."

"Intellectuals?"

"Exactly. Oh, you'll love it. I've met the guy who wrote the script. He's in college with my brother. The man is a genius! Literally. We can meet him after the show. Well, I have to finish my summer reading. I'm just in the middle of The History of History 2nd edition and it is fascinating."

Phone calls continued all morning and didn't end until 3:00. I had so many dates this week I couldn't see straight. And I hadn't met any of them.

That's not true. I had met one of them. That one chick, Numbuh 769. She was the last one I had, Sunday at 11 at night.

It was all good, though. I could just blow these people off, couldn't I?

No, that wasn't a good idea. Some of them may be important KND agents. Blowing them off could get me decommissioned early. I guess, as much as I hate it, I'm going to have to date all these girls. Starting today, at six.

As long as they don't try to kiss me, I'm good.

AN: Up next, witness Wally's first date! Will she try to kiss him? Will he fall in love and forget about Kuki (fat chance!). Stay tuned!