It was the next day, and Theresa had yawned ever 5 minutes. She was eating breakfast with Atlanta and Herry. Theresa had worn a white tank top with a small pink bunny in the middle, and pink/purple skirt. Atlanta had worn a baby blue t-shirt and green-ish pants, with a pink fur belt, which Theresa had given to Atlanta last week. Herry was wearing a yellow T-shirt and his white/black boxer shorts.

"Hey, Theresa, are you ok? You don't look so good." Theresa yawned again. "I stayed up too late last night. I was working on the song." Herry rolled his eyes in disgust. "Jay and you are so….weird." He said. "We are not! We're just…perfectionists." Theresa argued. Atlanta took a bite of her toast. "Herry, don't be so rude. I mean, Archie and I are dating!" "Yeah, but you don't make a deal out of everything," Herry snickered. Atlanta thought for a moment. "Hm…what about the time when I was freaking out about the exam? See? How about that?" Herry rolled his eyes. "That was only once. Who cares? Theresa and Jay seriously need therapy." Atlanta growled and threw milk at Herry. Theresa chuckled, and waited what Herry was going to do next. "I can't believe you did that!" He threw his cereal but missed ; Atlanta used her super speed to get away. "Haha, to slow!" Atlanta exclaimed. Instead, the bowl of cereal had hit Theresa right on the face. "That's it!" She yelled. She got ice cream for the refrigerator, removed the cap, got a spoon, and started flinging ice cream at Herry.

"Hey, Theresa! That's MY ice cream!" He yelled. "I know! That's why I'm using it!" She laughed. Herry took a plate, and stopped the ice cream from hitting him. He then scooped the ice cream off and threw it at Atlanta. "HEY! HERRY! CUT IT OUT!" "NO WAY! YOU STARTED IT!" Atlanta struggled and ran off like a dart. Theresa, on the other hand, Had gotten her pancake, and threw it at Herry, who nearly was going out the doorway. He ducked, an the pancake missed, but had hit somebody else. Theresa gasped, and so did Atlanta. Herry, though, started to giggled. "Nice one, Theresa!" He said. The person removed the pancake and through it to the floor. Theresa's eyes widened and saw who it was - Jay!

Theresa's hands had covered her mouth. Jay was wearing a blue t-shirt and grey pants - the same clothing he uses when he went out to run. "Err, hi Jay….Good morning…." He looked everywhere in the kitchen ; ice cream was on the walls and floor, syrup was on the ceilings, whip cream was on everybody, cake was messed up on the table, juice was spilled on the counters, milk was in Herry's hair, plates were broken, chocolate was smothered on the floor, butter was on everybody's feet, and jam was on everything but toast.

"What happened here?" Jay asked as syrup spilled on his head. Herry chuckled nervously. "We had an argument," Atlanta said. "But Theresa and I were on the same team," She added. Theresa smiled with guilt. "We are sooooo sorry! I promise we'll clean it up just don't yell!" She begged. Jay smiled down at her. "I'm not mad. It's just so sticky here. I'm gonna get a shower."

Jay left and had gone upstairs. Herry and Atlanta looked weirdly at Theresa. "What?" Theresa asked. Atlanta grunted. "Uh! You never get in trouble by Jay!"