March 13th, 2021

Since I didn't think to slash forgot to date the first three of these, I'd like to quickly cover what dates they happened on. The first one was on November 10th, 2020, I believe. The second one was of course on February 23rd, 2021 because it was my birthday, which is now also Victoria's birthday. And the third one was on March 1st. I know that one because I specifically remember it had been three days since Adelaide got that letter.

But now it's twelve days later and I'm watching the Kids' Choice Awards with my friend Two at his house. This is great because we did the same thing last year on the day we first met. At the time, we were joined by Clyde and Lincoln, but it's just the two of us this time. Clyde and Lincoln were invited to attend the Kids' Choice Awards live, but we weren't. It's pretty obvious why Two wasn't invited, but I'm not sure why I wasn't.

Oh, wait. I actually think I just figured it out. "Maybe they wouldn't let me go to the live recording because I don't show up on camera and they didn't want people watching at home to think they wasted a seat," I say to Two. Heh heh. I said 'tutu' Lol.

He's chuckling at my theory. Or...is it 'hypothesis?' "You're funny," he says, which makes me feel good. "I like you," he goes on. I don't get why he felt the need to tell me something I already know, but it's always nice to be complimented.

"Thank you," I say to him.

Ooh! They're about to announce the winner of another award. Let's watch. SpongeBob is up on stage with a water helmet on and an envelope in his hand. "And the blimp for Least Favorite Cringe King goes to..." he says before stopping to open the envelope. I really hope this award goes to somebody who deserves it. "...Anthony Staffenhagen!" SpongeBob exclaims while mispronouncing the last name. Yes, yes, YES! That's what you get, you stupid doodyhead! "He also receives the blimp for Least Favorite Toxic Fan," SpongeBob adds. I really hope 'toxic' is slang for something because if SpongeBob means the first thing I thought of when I heard him say it, I am very concerned.

Those were the last two awards of the night, so the show's over now after Kenan Thompson says one more thing. "So, what did you think, Two?" I ask. Last year, he said he was surprised he didn't hate it or something like that, so I don't think the KCA's are his thing. I'm a little surprised he still wanted to watch them. I guess he just wanted to spend time with me.

"Well, I wouldn't have liked that nearly as much if you weren't here," he says. "But did you notice how drastically different it was from last year? That was a little odd," he comments. I'm nodding in agreement even though I'm not sure I know what he means. I'd ask him, but we've got something more important to deal with.

You see, when I came here today, I found a ton of litter all around his house. I told him how disgusting that was and he told me it's been an increasing problem all around town for the past few days. I said we should do something about it after the show and he instantly loved the idea. I was gonna build a cleaning robot, but Two said we could just use the RP1 to turn all the trash into food and then donate it. Is that not the best idea you've ever heard in your life?! The RP1 has so much potential!

Some might say too much. In fact, at least one person did. My friend Sasha was worried that it could be used to do horrible things if the wrong person got a hold of it. She made a compelling argument about how cloning is wrong or something like that, so I modified the device's programming. It was hard to do, but it now makes an error message pop up on the screen if anyone tries to use it for anything evil.

We've got a lot of garbage to turn edible, so let's not waste any more time and get started! "Now that the show's over, ready to get started on that litter?" I ask.

"You bet!" Two shouts with a lot of enthusiasm.

There's probably gonna be nothing entertaining for the next few hours, so I'm gonna pause this for now. I'll let you know what happens when we're done.

We found every last piece of litter in Tunning Arle and turned each one into a delicious piece of food. We even did the same to a few pieces of trash that were actually in bins like they should be too. This food looks really yummy, so it was tempting to eat some of it. I resisted though because the food bank deserves it more.

Speaking of which, Two's knocked on the door and a man's stepped out. "Hello, sir. Do you work here?" I ask.

"I sure do," the man answers. "I see you have a very generous donation for us," he says. He's putting it pretty lightly, actually. We've got like 500 tons of food. What on Earth caused Tunning Arle to become such an awful mess so quickly? Not even Two knows.

"That's right," responds Two.

"Where did you get all this food? It's not stolen, is it?" asks the man who works at the food bank.

"Of course not," Two and I answer together.

"Then where'd you get it from?" the man asks again.

"It's made out of garbage," explains Two.

"What the?! That's disgusting!" the man exclaims before slamming the door.

Okay, I see the RP1's introduction into the world is gonna be harder to get people to accept than I thought.