Angel: I have already talked about Detentionaire in the past, and I've got too many things to do to even consider it. I lost my wifi for three days, so right now I'm just trying to catch up as much as possible.

Please don't spam me with suggestions for stories right now...

Could Yellowdrake26 do 2003 Amy? I…don't know and it's a good question I admittedly don't have the answer to. Most artists that do anything TMNT related for my stories only do either 2012 or 2018. Might be the fact that 2003 is 157 chapters compared to the other two. Or maybe because the TMNT one-shots are long over, idk.

Honestly, she's done countless drawings for me that I wouldn't care what she decides to do at this point because I still wanna see her next drawings. So if she's reading this right now, I'm personally not pressuring her, she can do what she wants.

At the dump, several cars are being smashed and flattened. Someone is manning the machine when a man runs up to him in a panic. "Stop, stop! You gotta stop before somebody gets hurt!" He holds his head.

"We're taking these old rusty cars and turning them into new rental cars. It's recycling," The worker answers, raising a brow. "Doesn't hurt anybody."

"No, no, no! I rented one of these cars yesterday. I left some personal items in it!" The man tells him.

"Same deal," The worker just shrugs, not seeing the issue. "We melt down your personal items and make new personal items. Don't worry about it."

"Mm! You don't seem to understand...I'm a dynamite salesman!" The man shouts in worry.

"Dynamite salesman?!" The worker shouts upon hearing that, two people popping up out of nowhere.

"Dynamite salesman?!"

Another worker pops out from a crane, holding his lunch. "Dynamite salesman?!"

"Dynamite salesman?!" Two people working on another car exclaim in unison.

"Dynamite salesman?!" A kitty exclaims from one of the machines.

"You mean to tell me one of these cars is filled with dynamite?!" The worker says with a frown.

"Yes!" The dynamite salesman answers. "But I don't know which one! All of fhese rental cars look the same!"

The worker screams and immediately jumps off the machine. "Run for your lives!" He runs off in fear. Jenny and Ms. Mecha fly in, landing in front of the dynamite salesman.

"Did someone say dynamite salesman?" She asks in concern.

"And you don't know which one?" Amy questions next.

"Yeah! The cars, smashing, dynamite! Ooh!" He tries to convey it in a complete sentence, but is still panicking because of what's to come. Any of these cars could have the dynamite and they could blow up at any second. The two speed off in unison, Amy using her rocket boots. Jenny looks through a trunk from one car, Amy examining the one behind her. Jenny moves up while she moves down, both of them flipping up car doors. They move up one more and Jenny beams, taking out the dynamite and holding it up. Amy turns around and smiles. They speed back over to the dynamite salesman.

"Thank you, robo-girls! You saved my bacon!" He smiles in relief as Jenny hands it back.

"No biggie," Jenny just shrugs. "It's all in a day's programming for us."

"That's right!" Amy smiles in agreement, hands on her hips.

"By the way, what did you do with the other one?" The dynamite salesman suddenly asks them, Amy reacting in shock with wide eyes.

"Other one?" Jenny frowns as she looks back. She zips over and grabs the remaining one, but it's too late as it's smashed, causing an explosion.

"Jenny!" Amy exclaims in concern, the robot flying backwards and crashing through several piles of stuff. She skids across a sidewalk, her eyes covered. Her entire body wasn't blown up, but she definitely didn't look the same as she did when she entered...she had rust on her arms and her exterior had darkened significantly. Amy flies over to her friend, looming behind her. "Jen, are you okay?"

Jenny simply responds by reaching over and pinching a flame from her foot with her fingers. She glares up at the dynamite salesman, who chuckles nervously.

"Um...thanks," He then runs off and Amy grunts.

"Yeah, you're welcome..." She mutters as she's not sure if the save was worth it anymore. Then the school bell rings and the two glance right behind them as they're actually on the street across from school. Jenny stands up, hobbling towards the front door. Amy flinches and looks around, pressing on her brooch to turn herself back to normal. She runs off after Jenny.

Everyone is fixing up their hair, makeup, and lipstick. A girl adjusts her dress while a guy uses breath spray on himself. Brad adjusts his pockets just as his friends arrive. "Hey, Brad," Jenny responds sadly. He flinches as he sees the both of them.

"Jenny, Amy! Where have you guys been? You almost missed your big chance! Don Prima's having another one of his world-famous parties! Invitation only." Don Prima hands one out to a girl, making the other two sag in disappointment. "Yours truly has made the cut for the last two parties, so this time, I figure I'm a shoe-in."

"Hard pass, you and I both know that I won't get invited. Not that I care," Amy rolls her eyes. "And if you really want that invite, I'm taking off-"

"Oh no you don't!" Brad warns her as she's about to leave, grasping her hand. She freezes with a wide-eyed look. "You'll get one, stop worrying about it! With us, you're one step closer to being considered!"

"Gee, thanks," She gives him a blank look, snatching her hand back. "But reality is that I'm not party material just by last year's standards alone."

"What? Anyone who says you're not worthy has to go through me!" He jerks a thumb to himself.

"Good luck-"

"How do I get invited?" Jenny wonders to them curiously, stopping their conversation.

"Just act non..challent," He responds, Amy facepalming at him.

"Non who?" The robot recoils back in confusion.

"You know, cool, laid back," The boy demonstrates for her.

"By that standard, you'd get invited to one of Piri's birthday parties," Amy snickers as Brad gives her a blank look.

"Et tu, Amelia? After I just defended you?" He huffs, crossing his arms.

"Ohh," Jenny leans back, pointing a finger gun. And when she leans against the locker, she falls through the door. She looks down and tries to break out, two shadows looming over her...and they were none other than Brit and Tiff.

"Don't worry, dears, we'll hide your embarrassing positions," Brit speaks up as they stand both in front of Amy and Jenny. The two cousins this time have a rain theme, complete with umbrellas and raincoats. Amy glares at the both of them.

"Why are we helping the circuit-jerk and thing? I can't stand them, and neither can you!" Tiff complains to her cousin, Amy gritting her teeth in annoyance.

"Well, if we stand here, nobody'll see them, understand?" Brit asks her with a smile.

"Uh..."

"And it will be impossible for a certain party host to invite certain people to certain party if he can't see them," Brit hints to her and she gives a wide-eyed look before grinning.

"That way, we stay the center of attention!"

"Certainly," Brit tells her and Amy grunts, crossing her arms.

"Listen here, you-"

"Brad?" Don Prima asks Brad, holding some invitations.

"Oh, hey Don," Brad responds casually.

"Would you like to-"

"That'd be great!" The boy snatches it from the surprised popular boy. "Um, I mean...cool," He holds up the envelope. "Thanks...oh, by the way, have you met-"

"The names are Brit and Tiff, you social-climbing oaf," Tiff retorts to him in annoyance, and he gives a wide-look as he can't see his friends.

"And we already have our invites, thank you," Brit adds in as they show their envelopes.

"Where's Jenny and Amy?" Brad asks in defense.

"Here we are!" Jenny extends her head over the two, grabbing Amy using her extending arms and holding her in front of Don. She freezes entirely at Jenny's actions, as the robot supports what Brad said about her being possibly invited. Brad smiles at the two.

"You must be that robot girl," He looks up at Jenny and then at Amy. "And...I'm sorry, what do they call you now?"

"A freak," Tiff snickers and Amy looks away, miffed.

"It's Amy..."

"They would be quite conversation pieces at your party," Brad speaks up for them and the brunette punches him.

"Brad!"

"What, I'm helping," He protests quietly at her.

"But Don," Brit states as she and Tiff pop up behind him. "I thought you wanted this party to be a FORMAL affair." Tiff takes one look at the two, especially Jenny. The robot looks down at herself and tries to clean herself up with a sheepish look, and her arm falls off...Amy pinches her nose. The two cousins hold their heads up high as they drag Don away with him. Jenny frowns, her lip quivering as she reaches out to them. "I guess that robot wasn't programmed for personal hygiene...and that nobody is never going to be important enough to even be considered...pee-yew," She and Tiff snicker as Jenny lets her head fall. Amy frowns as she crosses her arms, patting Jenny on the back.

At a café, it's raining as Jenny, Tuck, Amy, and Brad sit outside. "I can't believe you didn't get invited to the party, you guys," Brad frowns at him, looking at his invitation in his hands. "It won't be the same without you," He kisses it happily and Amy kicks him underneath the table. "Ow!"

He sees Tuck and Amy's glare, as well as Jenny's stare. "Oh. Sorry."

"Why don't you just have your mom fix you up so you can go to the party? Same thing with your sisters," Tuck wonders to the both of them.

"Check my odometer," Jenny turns around, pointing to her neck...and the number on it is 10,523.

"Yikes," Amy recoils back at it.

"I just had my ten-thousand mile tune-up. If she sees how wrecked I am already, Mom'll total me!"

"And they'll just insist that I'm fine just the way I am, that's the same reaction I got out of them when I became a girl," Amy sighs, hands on her cheeks. "I didn't even wanna go, but now I kinda do so that I can shove it in Brit and Tiff's faces!" She slams down her fists in anger. Jenny looks up ahead and sees a car wash.

"I'll bet somebody at that garage can tune me up!" She smiles and the four peek in. And the guys there definitely don't look friendly.

"I don't think I'd get anything from them..." Amy recoils back a bit.

"I can help!" Sheldon chimes in out of nowhere, scaring her a little.

"Ah! Oh, Sheldon...how can you help me? I don't think I have money to pay you back," She raises a brow.

"You won't have to! Come with me," He grabs her wrist and runs off with her, to her surprise. "Oh, and hi Jenny, bye Jenny! You look great, by the way!" He waves to her with hearts in his eyes and Amy gives a blank look.

"See you guys later," Jenny waves to them a bit awkwardly.

"Kinda rough-looking bunch...you better let me do the talking," Brad walks up to a big guy with a beard, with his hands in his pockets. "Hey, homes. What you using there, a 4/8 or an 8/16?" He asks to him. The guy towers over him with a snarl. "Uh, yeah, the 4/8! That's what I would have done too," He quickly walks back to his friends, who get surrounded by the mechanics. "I used to use nothing but a 3/6, but the other day, I was fixing up my...hog, it's not really a pig though, it's a motorcycle, and..."

Jenny covers his mouth with her hand. "Uh, you guys wouldn't be interested in helping a girl get fixed up for her first formal party, would you?" She asks meekly. The guys glance at each other.

"Are you kidding?! We'd love to!" They answer eagerly in unison. Jenny and Brad smile at each other. She sits down in a chair, being lifted up into the air, being met by two others. One of them places a pillow for her cheek and she smiles at how soft it is. The other uses a drill on her back, but then she smiles as she finds it relaxing. She lets her hand fall, and the other mechanic uses a different drill for her fingers, making it hot. He then straightens her arm and files her nails. A shiner is used on her back, and she looks less mangled than before. She lifts up her head, a magnet being used to lift her off the table. She's then dragged across the room. Jenny's put into an acid bath, leaning back and sinking into the hot liquid. The guy managing it then lifts her out once she was done, and the paint from her body had washed off. She looks down at herself, covering her body up as she feels nude. A panel is brought in front of her so that she could get whitened. Then another one appears so that she could get painted red instead of blue.

Red blush is sprayed over her cheeks, and she puckers her lips to be painted red. She closes her eyes, windshield wiper-like eyelashes being planted on them. They wipe her eyes clean. Once she's finished, she has flames on her feet and pigtails, her entire body red instead of blue. She gets fuzzy dive over her neck and air freshener earrings for her pigtails and she beams happily.

The mechanics look on proudly, saying bye to her as she waves with a smile.

"Jenny, I don't know what to say," Brad comments once they see her. "You look-"

"You look great, Jenny!" Tuck compliments her.

"I don't know," She confesses to them. "Maybe if I just tone it down a little..." She takes off the accessories, a car going by. It lifts up a little, doing a wolf whistle but in honk form and she flinches, blushing in flattery as the car drives off.

Sheldon and Amy arrive at his house, and he opens up the garage. She holds her arm nervously as the door opens. "You know, Sheldon, you don't really need to do this. I don't need an invitation to that party-"

"No, but maybe it would get more people to accept you! It's a step in the right direction!" He tells her, holding up a finger as they enter. He opens up a closet and goes through it.

"That would be nice, but one party isn't gonna fix everything just like that," She informs him, looking away. Her being a superhero would, but she'd rather keep her personal life and her superhero life separate out of safety for herself and her sisters. And that was just the tip of the iceberg, her parents are the people she's most worried about outside of Sheldon, since...he built the brooch, but doesn't know who's using it.

"It will, just you wait, Amy! With my help, you'll get invited to all of Don's parties!" He stands up, holding up a bunch of magazines in his hands. She flinches back a bit.

"Um, why do you-"

"I know fashion, okay?" He retorts to her. "Don't tell anyone."

"I won't, I won't," She smirks, holding up her hands. "It's just really interesting that you even have an interest in it."

"Yeah well, being friends with you brought some changes," He places the pile into her hands and she rolls her eyes in amusement. "Now come on, let's get you fixed up!"

He places down a hair dryer and chair in front of her, taking a bucket of cold water and holding it over her head. He pours it over her and she shivers from the cold, glaring up at him. Before she can protest, he grabs a huge brush and uses it on the top of her head. She gives an annoyed look; she hated washing her hair in general, it was always a pain. After he was done washing it, he uses the dryer over her hair, looking at some snippets from the magazine. He rubs his chin while having the dryer at high speed and once it's finished, he lifts it up...revealing a poofy afro coming out from her head. They both look at it wide-eyed and he smiles sheepishly as she narrows her eyes. He holds up a curler and spins her around, using the curler on her hair. Once he stops spinning her, he smiles in satisfaction. He then holds up pictures from the earlier magazines, debating on which style fits best for her. He smiles knowingly once he has the perfect outfit and then gets to work on creating it...

Jenny walks up to school the next morning, frowning in worry. She has no idea what they'll say about her new look. She looks at her foot and then at the door. She decides to just go for it and pushes open the door.

"Oh my gosh!" A girl runs up to her. "Did you get a new paint job?!"

"Umm..."

"Cause you look fantastic!" The girl adds in, Jenny smiling at her.

"I do?"

"You're gorgeous!" Another girl points up at her.

"I am?"

"Lovely!"

"Stunning!"

"Beautiful!"

Jenny floats up to the ceiling happily from all the praise, feeling like she was living in a dream as she floats over them. The door opens and people turn to the doorway, gasping as they see Amy next. Their mouths open in shock as she walks past the crowd to see what they were previously staring at, but then they crowd her. Amy has her hair curled behind her back, a bang over her eye slightly. She has a purple one-shoulder top with a white star in the middle, a strap on her right shoulder. She has on form-fitting bluebell jeans and brown boots on, as well as some purple lipstick on her lips and star earrings hanging from her ears.

"Whoa! Is that Amy?"

"Wow, she looks so pretty!"

"Just as gorgeous as Jenny!"

She smiles bashfully from the compliments, rubbing her arms. "Um, thanks, you guys..." She's not used to getting attention. Jenny then lands behind them, walking up to the girl, who turns to the robot and blinks in shock.

"Wow, Jen! I almost didn't recognize you!" Amy smiles at her friend and Jenny gasps.

"And I almost don't recognize you! You look great! You'll get that invite for sure," She grasps Amy's hand happily.

"What? No..." She waves it off.

"You guys look amazing together!"

"Wow! Check out their new looks!" Don Prima fawns over the two, the Crust Cousins just crossing their arms. Both of them today had a bee theme going on with the yellow and black, and also pigtails above their heads. He glances at the cousins and clears his throat. "Jenny! Amy!" He goes over to them. "Come here. Surely you've heard about my party this weekend?"

The duo flinch with wide eyes as just yesterday, they weren't even candidates for invitations. They hold out their hands, signifying just how much they didn't want this. "I want you two to be there. Your sparkling personalities are bound to be the center of attention."

The duo grit their teeth, steam coming out of their heads. "Gosh, Don. We'd love to go!" Jenny tells him.

"Um, thanks, but-"

Jenny covers Amy's mouth quickly. "She's coming with me, don't worry!" She says rapidly.

"Oh, that bally spit-shine bucket of bolts and that...that tranny!" Brit grumbles as they storm down the halls.

"How are we supposed to compete with that?" Tiff laments to her. "Paint flames on our feet or get another makeover?"

"No, no, it's not about us looking like them. It's about us making them like pieces of rrrubbish," Brit explains as at this point, they'll have to ruin their makeovers.

"Then I know just the guy for the job," Tiff smirks as she knows just who to talk to.

The two are in...well, a not-so-nice looking part of town. "Tiff," Brit starts off as they're both in dark clothing to disguise themselves. "Could you please tell me why we're sneaking around the slums?!" She does not seem happy about having to walk around here.

"Because, this is where the Mud-Slinger lives," Tiff tells her.

"Mud-who?" Brit asks in confusion.

"Shh!" The two walk into a run-down, abandoned building. A door opens by itself and they peek into the office that looks like it's seen better days. At the end of the room, one light is on, and a man is sitting in front of his desk. His typewriter dings as he looks up.

"Newsflash! The Mud-Slinger has company! What's the scoop, dolls?" He glances behind him to look at the duo.

"Word on the street is that you could get the dirt on anybody," Tiff starts off as they walk in, staring him down.

"My byline is well known. And that's no sound bite," He holds up a pen and notebook, leaping into the air to look down at Tiff. "Now, just give me the who, what, when, where, and why."

Brit groans at this, crossing her arms. "We're talking about literally getting the dirt on some people," She emphasizes to him. He turns around his pen and flicks it back, flinging a shot of ink at them. They dodge out of the way as it lands on a pile of newspaper, and they grow rotten in seconds.

"The MudSlinger ain't talking about an article of the Sunday Times," He brags with a knowing smile, getting a crazed look on his eyes. "Now give me the details..."

The two grin at each other at this as they definitely wouldn't let their enemies go to the party clean...

Jenny examines herself in her bedroom, holding a present for Don. She hums as she adjusts her head. "Nothing's gonna bug me today~ Cause I'm going to Don Prima's partay~!" She sings, walking out the door with a hum. She goes across to Amy's house and knocks on her door. The girl opens it and notices how happy she looks. "Hey Amy! Excited?"

"I mean...should I be?" Amy rubs her arm awkwardly, Jenny grasping her hand.

"Yes! It's your first party with Don Prima. And you gotta admit, Sheldon did do a good job."

"Yeah, I know...I think I'll treat him to lunch this weekend as a thank you," Amy smiles at the reminder. She then glances back at the living room, grabbing her purse. "I'm leaving, guys! I left money on the kitchen counter for pizza!"

"Too late, I used it to buy-" Piri recoils back from the couch as Amy glares at her. "Nothing! I bought nothing, it's right here," She chuckles nervously, holding up a 20 dollar bill from her overalls. Claudia and Emily glare at her, as they knew that she was planning to use it for something for herself...

"What was it for?" Amy crosses her arms.

"...Money for a trampoline. I took 20 dollars from your last paycheck to start saving up," Piri admits timidly.

"Should've thought of that a long time ago," Emily grumbles to herself.

Amy fumes a bit as she clenches her hands upon hearing that. She decides to deal with it later and gives her little sister a 'I'm watching you' gesture before slamming the door. "Let's go before I change my mind on leaving my sisters home alone," She walks off with Jenny. The two walk down the sidewalk, Jenny still feeling happy as she daydreams.

"Why, yes, Don. I'd love a glass of lemonade," She says and Amy shakes her head in amusement. A scream is heard and they look down the sidewalk.

"Help!" Jenny looks at her watch as they hear the man crying out. "Help! Help me!" Jenny drops the present as the two run towards the source. They skid to a stop in an alley. "Oh, the pain, the pain!" The duo see the Mudslinger laying on the ground, moaning about something it seems. "Oh, help!" Jenny raises a brow, glancing at her friend as he doesn't seem to be in much trouble. They glance at each other and nod, walking forward...right to an X on the ground.

"What's the story, mister?"

"Headline. Teenager robot and boy-girl are very, very dirty people!" He pulls down a rope with that same crazed look. They look up to see a dumpster full of trash unloading above their heads. Jenny dives and pushes Amy out of the way, both of them barely missing the pile. The two land safely on the ground, some mud on Jenny's foot and some on Amy's shoe. Jenny takes out a cleaning tool from her arm, using it on her foot, and then on Amy. The two spots are perfectly clean, the robot helping up Amy.

"Ugh! Sling mud on us, will ya? We'll rearrange your byline!"

He runs off down the alley.

"Hey! Get back here!" Amy shouts as they chase after him. Ink splots are fired and Jenny jumps over one, Amy backflipping over another. Jenny slides down and Amy glides to the side to dodge. The MudSlinger comes to a stop near a bucket of ink. He pulls the lever to activate it, running off. The two run above it, ink seemingly washing over them. However, the two are perfectly fine as Jenny had used her rockets to fly above it, hanging onto Amy's hands as they look down. They glare up ahead and chase after him.

He keeps running, a garbage truck over him. It gets dumped over the two girls, who dodge just in time. More garbage trucks appear to try and make them dirty, both of them managing to avoid the garbage by being fast enough.

The MudSlinger slides to a stop, whistling to something up ahead. Pigeons fly onto a wire, turning around and holding their butts up. The two look up, grabbing some lids from garbage cans and putting them over their heads to avoid pigeon poop. Jenny looks up, barely dodging and Amy steps back in alarm. They run forward and Jenny seemingly falls into a trap, but flies back up. The brunette looks up ahead and slides past the hole.

"Thank goodness for football," She murmurs to herself, especially since there's mud and pigs in the hole...

The MudSlinger stops at a dead end, and tries to use his pen, but it's jammed. He looks up as the two stare him down, clenching their fists. "Stop the presses!" He holds up a hand, taking out a puppy out of nowhere and threatens to use the pen on it. "Back off or the puppy gets it."

"Big mistake, pal," Amy narrows her eyes darkly. Jenny focuses her hand, using an extendo finger to knock the pen out of his hand. Amy flips over to him and snatches the puppy. She smiles as she walks back to Jenny.

"Looks like your ink well's run dry."

"You haven't seen the extra edition!" He tells them, and the puppy unzips itself to reveal that it's actually a bomb instead. Before Amy can throw it, it explodes, and the two are flung across the ground, landing roughly as their makeovers are ruined with ink. Jenny stands up and looks at herself, groaning.

"Now we'll never be able to go to the party!" Out of anger, she summons a hammer and hits it against the wall. Amy growls at him as she's so tempted to use her brooch but she can't.

"Now, now..." The MudSlinger sweats nervously, backing away from them. "Let's go easy. The MudSlinger isn't such a bad guy."

"We'd beg to differ," Amy grunts as she cracks her knuckles, Jenny making holes in the wall.

"I'm just a hired hand!" He tries again, but they're not buying it as Amy puts paint on her cheeks, signaling her itching to beat him up. Jenny still isn't letting up either. "Come on now. It was all the Crust Cousins' idea!" The two flinch upon hearing this, and they get so steamed that they continue advancing on him. "Have mercy! The MudSlinger knows how you feel. I've never been invited to a party in my whole entire life!"

Jenny is about to finish him off...when she stops and hands him her invitation. "Well then, would you like my invitation?"

"What?!" Amy looks at her, baffled.

"Ooh..." He takes it from her with a smile.

"Jen-"

Jenny stops her from talking. "Amy...if we can't enjoy the party...then neither can the Crust Cousins."

Amy flinches as she gets the idea, smiling wickedly. "Here's the deal. We'll both leave you alone if you do something for us..."

At Don Prima's party, everyone is talking to each other. A crowd has formed around Brit and Tiff, both of them smiling.

"Girl, we are the center of attention!" Tiff smiles happily.

"Mm, as it should be, dear cousin." Suddenly both of them get hit with ink.

"Extra, extra. Star reporter at the social event of the season! The Crust Cousins reveal how boring Don Prima's parties are. Big Mudslinger to come liven it up," He announces to everyone.

He shoots ink again and everyone runs off screaming. A girl looks at herself as she's dirty with ink. "Leave it to the Crust Cousins to invite a guy like that..."

"My parties are not boring!" Don Prima frowns, also dirty with ink.

"I can't stand those Crust Cousins!"

"Mw neither!" Everyone else agrees. Brad walks over to the party, being fashionably late, and Tuck walks behind him, wearing a suit and tie.

"Yes...those flames are painted on my feet," They hear Jenny lamenting. The two peek over her fence to see her sulking. Amy is sitting on the ground nearby, also looking defeated. They did manage to ruin the party, but at the same time, they still wanted to go... "Yes, I like them too..." Tuck looks at his watch, nudging his brother and jerking a thumb behind him. The duo suddenly disappear. "No thank you, Don...I don't want any lemonade..."

"How about some water then?" Brad sprays the both of them with a hose, laughing. Tuck uses his water gun, the two smiling. Two of the mechanics from before pop in and throw water balloons, and the others join in with their own weapons. Claudia, Piri, and Emily join in on the fun as everyone has their own fun. Jenny tosses some water onto Brad.

"Hey, when we get you guys cleaned up, maybe we can go over to Don Prima's party," He suggests to the girls.

"You know, I have a feeling that party's gonna stink," Jenny hints and the three laugh.

"Wish I could've been there to see the looks on Brit and Tiff's faces!" Amy giggles as water balloons fall over them. They might not have been able to go to Don's party, but at least they had their friends.