Connie happily drew a flyer of her dad, labeling it Guitar Dad. She wasn't the best artist… but she was ok at least. Connie drew little lighting bolts around the guitar and was finished.

"Peridot! Lapis! Jasper!" She called, running down the stairs.

"Don't raise your voice, we're right here." Peridot groaned.

Connie finished the steps and said, "Just gonna go into tow-"

"What's that paper?" Jasper asked, glancing up from the newspaper.

"Oh, this?" Connie asked, showing the flyer. "It's nothing too important."

"Show us!" Lapis cried.

Connie blushed. "Ok, but it's not very good." She hopped up on Jasper's lap and showed the flyer.

"See? Guitar Dad teaches you guitar." Connie smiled.

"Oh… well, it's really cute." Lapis whispered, clearly confused.

"Thanks. It's my dad. He's going to start teaching guitar lessons on the weekends when he's off work and he made me his P.R. Department."

"What's that stuff in his mouth?" Lapis asked, pointing to the little shapes in his mouth.

"Those are his teeth." Connie exsplained.

"Your father is going to kill innocent humans if beams of lighting come shooting out of his instrument…" Peridot said, pointing at the lightning bolts she had drawn.

"No, no. I was trying to show that Dad really rocks on the guitar, and…"

"Um, kid, rocks should be coming out, duh." Jaspersaid.

Connie hung the poster up in the Big Donut, for she knew more people would come there than the bookstore.

Lars looked up from his work. "Oh, hey Connie, what's that flyer for?"

"It's for my dad, he'll teach you guitar, you guys wanna sign up? My dad's really good." Connie grinned, walking up.

"Sounds pretty rad, maybe I'll stop by and check it out." Lars shrugged while Sadie sat beside him listening to music.

"Here, let me give you a flyer and—" The door suddenly opened and Buck Dewey came in, looking as chill as always. He waved.

"Welcome to the Big Donut." Lars said.

"Good morning, Buck." Connie greeted him pleasantly. When Sadie heard his name she took off her headphones. "Oh! W-what? B-Buck… Hi." She blushed softly. "What can we get for you?" Lars furrowed his brow in annoyance.

Buck looked at the menu then at the doughnuts. "Can I get a caprese salad?"

"Heh, to bad for you, Buck. We only serve don-" Lars satisfaction was interrupted by Sadie saying, "DO-NUT worry, Buck! I'll whip ya up a salad, no sweat!" She was clearly sweating. "I'll be right back." She ran to
the break room while Lars ran after her. Sadie! You're trying to impress him?!"

Buck glanced at Connie flyer on the board and grinned. "Heh, what's a "guitar dad"?"

"Like my flyer? It's for my dad. He'll teach you guitar." Connie took off the flyer. "Here, take one of these with you-" She suddenly tripped and it taped onto Buck's shirt. He helped her up and then glanced at the shirt. He
started to laugh uncontrollably

"Are you… okay?" Connie whispered.

"This would make a rad shirt, girl." Buck said.

Connie grinned. "Really?"

"Yeah, let's make your flyer into t-shirts."

"Oh, my dad would love that!"

"Gimme five on it." Buck said, giving his hand to be high-fived. Connie was tall enough but she grabbed her hand immediately. "Ow! Ow, that hurt!"

"Sorry."

Mayor Dewey went out of his van with printing supplies and smiled. "Ho! I think it's swell you're returning to the family business, son." He put down box. "Gonna help the old man get re-elected again, eh?" The man hugged his
son and patted him in the head. "Aww, son!"

"Ugh! It's not for campaign stuff, dad. Connie and I are making art."

"Art!" Connie gushed.

"Art, huh? I don't understand it myself, but a boy's gotta have interests and ambitions." The mayor slapped Buck hard in the back, causing his visor to fall off. "WOAH-HO-HO-HO!"

Connie looked around and said, "This stuff can be used to make t-shirts?"

"Oh yeah, I've got all the latest, state of the art screen-printing equipment from years of campaigning. And other some such, mayorly things. Like this week, I'm commemorating a bench!" He showed them a banner that said Welcome to Bench
City.

"Welcome to... Bench City"? Cool."

Buck gave a moan. "Dad, you can't use this."

"Why not? You know I "gotta gank dat youth vote, boi"!"

"Dad, stop."

Connie saw a small box and opened it. "What's this?" She took out a flyer that was simaler to her own drawing exspect it said Vote for my Dad.

"What have you got there?" Mayor Dewey asked. He read it and smiled. "Aww... I haven't seen this in years. Remember when you drew this, Buck? You couldn't wait to show it off to all your li'l Montessori friends."

"Okay, dad. Thanks for all your help, see ya later. Bye." Buck said, pushing his father away.

"Alright, kids." The mayor said, getting in the van. "I mean... "peace in the Middle-East, Holmes."

"This is so cute." Connie smiled softly, holding a flyer Buck had made.

Buck snatched it away and crumpled it. "Let's just get started already."

Buck and Connie happily put on aprons, Connie posing.

They printed Connie's flyer on many t-shirts.

"Swag." Buck whispered, holding a shirt.

"Now everyone's gonna want lessons from my Dad!" Connie beamed.

"This is bigger than your dad, Connie. It's art. And it's gonna flood the public consciousness." Buck said, the T-shirt reflecting in his visor.

"Let's start handing them out." Connie said, giving him a few.

"Too simple. We need to get controversial. We need to create—boom—a scene."

"T-shirt Cannon loaded…" Connie murmured on the arcade's rooftop. "Oh, there's Sour Cream."

Buck aimed at the teen and fired. Sour Cream was raving but the shirt hit him straight in the head. He gave a "WOMP!" in surprise. "What in the world?" He opened the T-shirt up. "Oh. This is the coolest thing I've ever
been hit in the head with!"

Connie looked around and cried, "there's Ronaldo!"

Buck fired and it knocked Ronaldo's hat off. "WHOA! What the heck?" He noticed the shirt and opened it. "Huh? Whoa, weird! Some kind of extraterrestrial space dad guitar shirt? Sooo... you've finally decided to make
first contact, huh? WHERE ARE YOU?"

Connie blinked but then saw Sadie. "Oh! Sadie's over there!"

Buck launched another one that hit Sadie in the head.

"Ow! What the—?!" Sadie picked up the shirt and unrolled it. "What is this garbage?" She looked up and saw Buck and Connie looking at her on the roof. "Buck made this?!" Sadie started laughing immediately. "This
is hilarious! Thanks Buck!"

Connie was siting at the Fish Stew Pizza and ate pizza with Buck, taking a break. "Cheers! Buck, this was such a good idea! I don't know why we didn't collaborate on a project sooner. This'll make my dad so happy. I can't wait to see the look
on his face when I stop by later."

"Yeah... should be good for a laugh." Buck muttered, taking a bite.

"What do you mean? Why would it be good for-"

Suddenly Jenny entered the shop wearing one of Connie and Buck's shirts. "Giiiirl, Check out my new shiiiiirt!" She said, modeling her shirt for her twin sister Kiki.

"It's really cute." Kiki smiled. "Where'd you get it?"

"I dunno, it just landed in front of me when I was out walking." Jenny shrugged as if it was completely normal.

"Well, if I were you, I wouldn't wear some random shirt that just fell out of the sky. What if there were bugs in it?"

"Re-lax! Who cares where it came from? This shirt is the funniest thing I've seen in my life!"

Connie blinked in confusion while Buck smiled. "Looks like our shirt has a really good buzz goin'."

"Yeah, but... I think they think it's a joke."

"Heh. The only thing that's important is that they're talking about it. That's how real art works." Buck said.

"Oh. Well, I guess you're right…."

Connie stopped by her father's work, walking up and seeing Sour Cream was taking a picture of her father. "Ok, how's this?" Doug posed.

Sour Cream gave a laugh and said, "So bad."

Doug paid no mind and patted the sit beside him. "Okay, let's get started with the first lesson! Have a seat and grab a—"

The teen immediately turned and walked away. "Where are you going? Oh… I guess he's got an important text or something?"

"Hi! How's it been going today?" Connie asked happily.

"Really great! Lots of people have been coming by thanks to your t-shirts, sweetie."

Connie smiled. "That's great, Dad. I'm really glad I can help…"

Suddenly, Jenny drove up in the pizza delivery car. "Yoohoo, Guitar Dad, I just wanted to say I think you're wonderful and hilarious! *drives off*

"Uh... thank you?" Doug whispered. "Huh, that's kinda strange."

"What is?" Connie asked, tilting her head.

"Well, lots of people have stopped by, but no one's taken a lesson yet."

"What?! Really?!" Connie gasped.

"Ah, maybe they're just checking out the scene before they come back to get a REAL lesson." He started playing the guitar and Connie frowned.

"Buck!" Connie yelled, running into the Buck in the warehouse they had made the shirts in.

"Hey," Buck grinned, pointing to her. "There's my main girl."

Connie sighed. "The shirts aren't working, Buck!"

"Yeah they are," Buck said, holding one up. "people love' em."

"But... nobody wants guitar lessons from my dad!" Connie protested.

"That's not the point."

"What? Then what is the point?"

"The point is, it's an amazing shirt."

"Oh, my drawing's not that good." Connie blushed.

"Yeah, no. It's terrible."

"What?!" Connie asked, titling her head in confusion.

"That's what's so great about it. Your work is so naive. You really love your dad." Buck gave a smirk. "It's funny."

Connie felt herself sweat and whispered, "I... I don't wanna make these shirts anymore."

"Too bad, Connie, it's so current, you can't stop it. I'm a taste maker, and I'm gonna keep making tastes... forever."

"Forever"?" Connie asked.

"Well, forever after I go to my dad's lame bench commemoration... peace." Buck held a peace sign of his head and left Connie alone…

"JASPER! PERI! LAPIS!" Connie yelled, running in the house. The gems apparently had tried and failed to make a stool but they stood immediately.

"Whoa, kid, you okay?" Jasper gasped.

"Why are you screaming?!" Peridot cried.

"Where's the fire?!" Lapis asked, hands over her mouth.

"It's an emergency! You have to help me get rid of all the shirts and stop Buck from making more!" Connie cried.

"Has the clothing come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!" Peridot gasped.

"No! They just-"

"Are people catching on fire when they put on the magic shirts?"

"No, no, they're just-"

"Is the clothing destroying the wearer's will to continue on in this mortal coil, thereby shutting down Beach City?!" Peridot screeched.

"No! They're…" Connie gave a sigh. "they're just... using my art in a way I don't agree with."

"... What." Peridot said dryly. The Temps sat themselves back down.

"I can always beat that Buck guy until he listens to you." Jasper shrugged.

"No! No!" Connie cried. "I need another solution."

"Connie, that's the only solution…. wait, I could drown him for you!" Lapis said sweetly.

"Guys, I don't need you to hurt him!" Connie groaned. "Just… help me!"

"You MUST learn to help yourself. That's how you become stronger." Jasper said.

"But—!"

Lapis frowned. "Connie, you're a smart and strong girl, show them."

"Yeah, what she said!" Peridot cried.

"Make 'em understand you." Jasper grinned.

Connie blinked and then smiled a dark and evil smile. "Oh I'll make them understand. I'll make them ALL understand!" She walked out, the Temps mildly surprised.

"Hm… Think she'll be okay?" Lapis whispered. The others merely shrugged.

The whole town had gathered around Mayor Dewey who was standing in front of a bench. "Okay, is everyone here? Hello! I was supposed to write a speech to uhm…" He adgisted his necktie. "Uh... commemorate this... uh... new bench!
But what had happened was I ran out of printer ink in my printer, that I keep at home!"

No one noticed Connie was hiding on the roof of the arcade with sunglasses on. She opened a gutair case that had a t-shirt cannon in it.

"So, I went to the store and wouldn't you know it? They didn't carry the brand I was looking for, so…" The mayor was still talking about the printer, all eyes on him.

The girl aimed at Mayor Dewey and whispered, "Bye…."

It was like slow motion, Connie fired the shirt.

"Look out!" One of his bodyguards said, and he dropped his sandwich, running away.

"No!" The mayor cried, defenseless.

The other ran away screaming.

The shirt hit the mayor straight in the heart and he fell into a bench.

The crowd went wild, running in several directions. Only Buck stood still in shock.

"I've been... shirt." His father whispered.

Connie fired more and more shirts.

Buck saw everyone running and slowly picked up the shirt. It was his own drawing for his father.

No one noticed little Connie up on the roof, backing away with a small smile on her lips.

"Buck…" The mayor whispered, opening one up and was touched. "Did you make this?"

Buck was speechless and saw Sour Cream and Jenny laughing nearby.

"This shirt is genius!" Jenny cried. "This is way funnier than "Guitar Dad"!"

Buck turned and saw even Sadie laughing.

"This bench is actually pretty comfortable." Mayor Dewey whispered, holding the shirt. Buck she's a single tear.

"Anyone else stop by for lessons today?" Connie asked her father.

"So far, no, but I'm sure it'll pick up tomorrow…" Doug sighed,

Connie smiled softly. "Yeah! I'm sure it will. Oh, this is for you by the way. This is the last one so it's super limited edition." Connie gave him a t-shirt

"Thanks, Connie!" Her dad grinned.

Connie smiled.

Suddenly, Buck walked over to them. "Yo, Connie. Just wanted to say uh... I'm sorry for what I did, and... uh…"

"It's okay, Buck. You don't have to say any more than that." Connie said sweetly, all traces of her revenge gone.

"You're a cool cat, Connie Universe." He then turned to Doug. "Hey, Mr. U."

"You wanna take a picture with me?" Doug sighed.

"No way man. I want a lesson...from Guitar Dad!" He showed them his T-shirt.

Sorry, I was supposed to publish this yesterday, I know, but I had a super long day! Anywho, I made the first chapter of UnfamiliarFamiliar and its on my page if you guys want to check it out, give it some feedback! Thanks!