That morning at The Station Square Times, this memo with large bold letters was found on everyone's computer monitor (minus Penelope and Amy):

Sonic and Amy are getting married!

We'll be throwing a huoooge party for them here in the office (whether George likes it or not)

Date: TBA (but keep next Wednesday open)

Time: Like 7ish, just before Amy gets here we'll set up and stuff

NOTE: Remove this sign from your computer monitor as soon as received (so Amy doesn't see it…or Penelope)


To: Knuckles the echidna From: Sonic the hedgehog Subject: Well,

You'll never guess what I did last night. (a/n: nothing dirty intended)

Never.

Go on…guess.

Sonic


To: Sonic the hedgehog From: Knuckles the echidna Subject: You don't mean…

Oh, no way.

It's not possible!

Is this the apocalypse long ago predicted by the ancient grandfather echidna?

You had better have physical evidence! I would like to see this ring...or at least a purchasing receipt.

I think you and I should meet for lunch later and have a little chat. And I'm not giving you an option.

Knux


To: Amy Rose From: Jim the funky monkey Subject: Hey doll

How's life treating you?

Looks pretty well judging by the color of your hair, it always gets slightly lighter when you're excited about something. Well, right now you look like you just won the Nobel Peace Prize.

Did you just finally realize you've reached the legal voting age? Only took ya a few months.

Silly goose,

Jim


To: Jim the monkey From: Amy Rose Subject: Well,

You're not going to believe me, but I'll try you anyway…

Sonic popped the question last night! …And no, he didn't ask if I had any sanity…that was long ago answered. He actually asked me to marry him! It was real! He even pinched me!

Do me a favor though, and just keep it under wraps for a while. I don't want Sonic to like freak if everyone found out before we're even engaged for 24 hours. Sophie knows already, but besides you that's it.

Shhh,

Amy


To: Sophie the cat From: Jim the funky monkey Subject: Alright missy

I know it was you, don't try and play dumb. How many of those flyers did you make?

I'm not so sure if Amy really wanted you to tell us about this, she just told me to shh herself. Don't worry, I'm not going to rat you out, but I think you should just be careful so the wrong people don't find out.

Nice work town gossip (only partial sarcasm),

Jim


To: Jim the monkey From: Sophie the cat Subject: You got me

Okay...it was me.

I'm actually not so sure if she wanted me to blab it all out. Hmmm...but I couldn't help it! ...And besides, they're all going to find out eventually since Amy's got a ring on her finger.

She'll be cool, once she knows I did it for a good cause.

Sophie


To: All employees at The Station Square Times From: Penelope the panther Subject: This afternoon

I'm sending all of you this message to inform you that this afternoon our president, Mr. Peter J. Wilkinson will be touring our section's offices to search for this years "Hot off the Press Column". He'll be looking for the juiciest story we've got.

So this week, no stories on Jamie Jackrabbit's anorexia, this week we're going to pull out the heavy artillery...so get moving! After all, we're a team aren't we? You all want our team to win, don't you? Now let's GO!

Pages 4 through 7 should be on my desk by 3pm, no exceptions.

Penelope


To: Sonic the hedgehog From: Miles Tails Prower Subject: Just shoot me

You are not going to believe me in 10,000 centuries…

I asked Amy the question we've all been waiting to hear for nearly a decade. No, not if she has any sanity…we already know that answer. I popped THE question (I think you know what I mean). It was real buddy. I pinched myself.

What was I thinking? I mean, don't get me wrong…I love her Tails, but...I'm just not ready for this. I musta ate somethin funky last night.

Do me a favor buddy, keep it under your tails for a while okay? I don't want Amy to get crazy if everyone we know happens to find out before we've been official for even a day. Knux already knows, and now you, but that's it.

So keep it quiet,

Sonic


To: Amy Rose From: Sophie the cat Subject: This afternoon

I don't know what kind of team Penelope thinks we are.

I say we all write bogus columns so she'll get fired. Okay...so maybe that would get us fired, but I am not just going to find some hot story to write about, just to have HER get all the credit. No, this year it is not going down like that! Are you with me?

Sophie the rebel


To: Sophie the cat From: Amy Rose Subject: You bet

Hmm...I don't want to lose my job though. I like it here, even if it means I have to sit less than 30 meters away from Penelope's office. Maybe we can come up with some other idea...

Ugh...coming up blank,

Amy


To: Knuckles the echidna From: Miles Tails Prower Subject: That's it

Pay up my friend. A deal's a deal.

Tails


To: Miles Tails Prower From: Knuckles the echidna Subject: Grr…

Well, why are you so anxious for me to give you this money? Are you secretly gambling or something? That's not healthy Tails.

I'll give you the stupid money by Friday, alright? I've got enough bills to pay right now…who knew anyone could talk on the phone so long?

Knux


Later that day at The Station Square Times:

Mr. Peter J. Wilkinson was a refined looking snow leapord with a navy blue tux and an olive green tie, with a handkercheif in his chest pocket to match. As he strolled over to Penelope's office, the panther got up immediately and briskly walked over to greet him. He shook her hand briefly. She greeted with a bright semblance, "Hello Mr. Wilkinson. I think you'll be quite pleased with the reports we've printed up for this year's column." Penelope handed him a yellow folder with some highlighted articles. Mr. Wilkinson took them and examined the documents inside, nodding his head occasionally. He frowned and looked up to her, "These are fine...but, don't you have anything more exciting?"

He began walking around some desks glancing at piles of paper which were the rejected topics. Scrambling through one pile causually on Jim's desk, he sighed not seeming to find anything of particular interest. Except for one thing atthe bottom of the pile which caught the snow lepeord's attention. "Ah? What's this?" The document in his hand just happened to be the note Sophie gave everyone this morning. Mr. Wilkinson's eyes widened excitedly as he read the first line: Sonic and Amy are getting married!

Jim gasped silently, his hand went over his mouth. Mr. Wilkinson turned to Penelope, "This wouldn't happen to be refering to Sonic the hedgehog, would it?" Penelope giggled uncertain, "Oh, yes, I suppose it is." Her eyes narrowed at the word party. The lepoard then motioned to two beavers to come over. Mr. Wilkinson's eyes were now bright, "Boys...we've found our perfect topic for the column!" He turned back to Penelope, "Now miss, if you'll be so kind as to introduce me to the lucky lady, I'm assuming from this notice that she works here in this office." Penelope nodded trying to hide the deep sting of what can be argued as either anger or perhaps jelousy. "Of course," she motioned for him to follow her.

When Amy saw Penelope coming over she merely rolled her eyes. When she saw who was walking behind her, however, she jolted to her feet. "Did I do something wrong" Amy didn't know what to expect from the president of their organization, but managed to swallow her fears and stretch out her hand...