Chapter Three: Trouble begins when the stars don't Sparkle.

THANKIES TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! claps for CappyandpashyUR SO

WONDERFUL! giggles Hopefully, I'll be able to wedge in Cinnamon and the

popular kids! Oh yeah, I figured that your fave hamtaro couple and

character affects your personality. For example, if you like Boss and

Bijou, you are very tough, your friends admire your defensive and

protective personality but they also like how you always look after

everyone! You like accessories but only ones that don't get in your way

and you rarely dress up. But this doesn't go for all people! Now, lets

see who is going to end up a couple! Tee-hee! AND SHAME TO MY BETA READER! SHAME SHAME SHAME!


The girl stomped up to the elevator and slammed the up button. She

didn't want to go here but Hamtaro was here. She was in a very rural

town. Hopefully the people here knew what soap was. She was going to

take a bath. The elevator arrived in what seemed like a century and

Sparkle hopped in.

"What if this thing falls?" she whimpered. She wasn't going to die a

hobo's death before she could kill others for true love.

After much elevator searching, she finally found the floor with the

kitchen. She slammed open the door, butler having things in tow.

Sparkle stomped into the room, swishing past Daniel-sama and Ali,

"Coughuglycough." couged Ali. Daniel-sama nudged her painfully as not to push it, to which Ali responded with a 'Well-she-is' glance. Sparkle walked up to Flexible and tautly said, "I believe my boyfriend is here."

"Heke?" questioned Hamtaro. Boss blushed. "I'm sorry Sparkl-"

"NOT YOU, YOU POOR PERSON!" Boss looked wounded. Bijou turned a light

red and started stabbing her scrambled eggs into double-bite sized

pieces while the girls and Penelope looked at Bijou's strength in

horror.

Flexible looked Sparkle straight in the eye as if to ward her off or

make her dissapear. This was a lot of self control for Flexible,

thought Calico. Pretzel took this time to introduce himself to Hollywood.

"HI, I'M PRETZEL OREGANO TERIYAKI, AND I'M THE NEXT AMERICAN IDOL." As

he said this, his plate of eggs covered in ketchup and hot sauce(AN: My

dad really does eat this) flew off and onto Sparkle's nice new shirt.

"WHAT THE HAM?" She turned to the source of all things stupid. "YOU DID

THAT ON PURPOSE!"

"Am I on American Idol?"

"Kids do that." offered Flexible.

"Not the ones I know."

"That's because their all scared of you." A whistle swept through the

room as the hams stood stunned, waiting for the comeback.

"Maybe its your face."

"Y'know, that's a nice shirt. Maybe Pretzel can take a picture and post

it on my site."

"Who's Pret-"

Whiiirrr.Click.

Sparkle turned around to see Pretzel waving a picture of a stunned

Sparkle in a messy shirt. Stan smirked. He might like this kid after

all.

This was when the silence was broken. Sparkle lunged for the picture.

It flew out of Pretzel's hands and into the scrambled eggs.

Bijou, seeing this as a chance for blackmail, whipped the picture out

of the eggs. She waved it triumphantly before Pashmina snatched it out

of her hands to get rid of it.

"This is a good movie." muttered Hamtaro.

"You keep telling yourself that," Dexter muttered back. The scuffle continued, to which Sandy joined in before Penelope caughtthe picture and held it tightly.

"Give it here," cooed Bijou. "For blackmail."

"For revenge," whispered Sandy.

"For my site," whispered Flexible.

"For purity," muttered Pashmina.

"For my reputation, hammit!"

Penelope stood there, whimpereing when all of a sudden (AN: There it is

again!), Cinnamon flew into the room in a search for her brother, and

ate the photo. (AN: That was random, but authors are desperate to

introduce a character 0.o)

Flexible did not agree to it, but if not for Calico, Sparkle would not

be finding her room.Sparkle gawked at the gaudiness of her room.

"I am SO not going to sleep in here!"

"Just be careful if you turn in your sleep." Sparkle was looking at her

room: The widow's walk.(AN: An open air place that is on the roof of

houses, so you can get a very nice view of the beach/junkyard/where

ever you live. Very nice for 4th of Julys). She sighed. But she knew

her work would not be in vain.

Girls do not travel across the country to stalk boys to have their

efforts in vain.


Well, dere ya go! In my pitiful life: Satu go to check out DVDS. Satu

get hamtaro DVDs. DVDs too scratched to watch. Satu angry. Might spray

DVDs with hairspray to get scratches off. Satu hope Valentine's DVD ok.

Satu. E-mail me and I'll send you bloopers. OH, ONE MORE THING!


A few houses down, a boy and a girl were spying on the conversation

with some binoculars.

"What do you see?" asked the girl.

"It looks like the angry girl is doing a dance...jumping?" replied the

boy.