And here's 'Harold's Bar Mitzvah'! Now, I know this episode focused more on Harold, but since we're telling Rhonda's Point of View, and since the Bar Mitzvah story ISN'T really Rhonda's story, I'm going to tell you guys a new story! Anyway, enjoy!

Another scene at the beach. I sighed as I got a little comfortable. There was Arnold, leaning down next to me, stroking my hair as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I sighed in relief as I snuggled close to him.

"Oh, Arnold... you, me and a nice sunset... nothing could ruin this particular moment..." I sighed a little bit.

"Rhonda, you're a beautiful, flawless woman." Arnold smiled as he pulled me close. "Let's never part..."

"I wouldn't want to..." I smiled as we leaned closer to kiss...

And then I heard the buzzer from my alarm clock. I groaned. Dang...

I shut my alarm clock off as I got up and yawned. Then I suddenly remembered that today was Harold's bar mitzvah, and I was pretty excited. I've read a lot on bar mitzvahs, and I know that they're parties to celebrate the passage rite of Jewish boys who turn of age. I've also read up a little bit on what people wore at Bar Mitzvah's, so I decided to prepare myself for a good day as I got up and went over to the bathrooms to take a quick shower.

Inside, I showered up myself until I was sure to be clean, I dried myself, put myself in a white T-shirt and black dress skirt as I went inside my closet and looked around for the perfect dress. I spotted a dress that was so perfect, it just screamed towards me. I pulled out a nice blue, shimmering dress shirt that had a couple of buttons. I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. Surely, I was ready for Harold's Bar Mitzvah.

"Well, look at you!" My mom cooed at my appearance as I showed off the dress.

"Thanks, mom! I need to make myself look good, after all!" I smiled.

"Let me look at the back." Mom said as I turned around. I heard Mom examine it. "Hmmm... that looks pretty... oh. Oh no, this simply won't do."

"Huh? What's wrong?" I asked.

"Well, your dress is perfect, but there's a small tear inside." My mother said, turning to face me. "Stand behind that mirror over there."

I just nodded as I stood behind the living room mirror. My mother then pulled out her pocket mirror and handed it to me so I can look at myself in the back. I screeched a bit as I saw the tear... right in the middle. "This is terrible!"

"Honey, it's not a big deal. It's only a tear..." Mom tried to assure me.

"No, no, this dress won't do at all!" I sighed... then put on a smile. "You know what, that's fine. Nothing to worry about."

I immediately ran upstairs to start over.

I dug around the dresses I had from my room until I came across a pretty red, glittering dress. I slipped it on and smiled as I looked at it.

"What do you think now?" I asked my mother as my mom held the mirror to me as I examined the back. No tears on this one.

"It looks so good on you, sweetheart!" Mom smiled. "You're all ready for sure."

"Thanks!" I smiled as I took Harold's present (a set of Sabbath candles, as Phoebe and Nadine helped me research what people at bar mitzvahs usually get) and walked out the door.

I was smiling and just came into the sidewalk when... a car just ran past the speed limit, and splashed some mud right into my dress! UGH!

I can't believe this! I had to go back and get cleaned up again and get a new dress!

And so, I immediately went back in my bathroom, got some new dress pants and white T-shirt, hopped in and took another shower. After that was done, I wore the new clothes and dug around my dress closet. This time, I pulled out a nice yellow sundress. I slipped it on and looked at myself from the back. Perfect.

"You look really nice, dear." My mom sighed as I looked at the mirrors to make sure I didn't have any tears.

"Thanks, mother." I smiled as I took Harold's present.

"You know, honey, if it's that bad, I can drive y-" I didn't hear the rest of what Mom said, because I was already out the door and running, making sure no cars were driving fast.

I sighed in relief as I kept walking to the synagogue where the Bar Mitzvah was going to be held. I took a bit of a shortcut where there wasn't quite a bad neighborhood down below... just a few people mowing their lawns, and there were a couple of kids having some water balloon fights. I gave a sigh of comfortable moments. This was surely going to be nice, no more interruption-

...One of the lawn mowers came close and spat out grass into my sundress. Now, that wouldn't have been so bad... IF THE NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR'S KID DIDN'T TOSS A WATER BALLOON FILLED WITH MUD RIGHT ON ME! UGH!

I ran back home, took another shower, put on new clothes, including a brand new green dress.

"Honey, I can just DRIVE you to the synagogue." My mother said as I was examining my clothes through both mirrors to make sure I didn't have a tear.

"Mom, it's easier to just walk to the synagogue. Besides, the parking lots are probably full." I said.

"I know, sweetie, but the way trouble is coming to find you..." My mother sighed. "...you need some help getting around town!"

"Mom, I can do this." I sighed as I took the present. "Look, if I don't make it on my next go around and come back, I'll talk with you."

"Okay, honey, I trust your judgement." Mom said as I ran out the door with Harold's gift.

I decided to just take the long way to the synagogue, since the short cut was not working properly today! And what was wrong with the long way? It wasn't too bad. It's a nice scenic walk. People are seen talking to each other, the ice cream truck has passed by, and the bus was heading for the docks... you know, I could have sworn I just saw Harold and Arnold inside that bus that passed by me...

Oh well. My focus was to get to the synagogue and not get a tear from my dress OR get it dirty. I sighed in relief as I sat down on the bench to take a break...

"Hey, you can't sit there! We're painting that bench!" A man said, running up to me.

My eyes widened as I turned to see the 'Wet Paint' sign. I slowly got up... and screamed my lungs out.

"Okay..." I sighed as I was now back home, after showering and dressing up again, this time, looking at a nice orange sundress that my mother was examining. "I can't seem to get around town without something happening to me or my dresses. Mom, could you drive me to the synagogue, please?"

My mother just smirked. "Rhonda, sweetie, I never thought you'd ask."

Well, mom dropped me off at the synagogue and I was later seen with Nadine and Phoebe as I told them about my troubles just getting here. Phoebe and Nadine were quietly chuckling.

"I know, I know. I ruined a lot of dresses today. Shut up." I groaned.

"I'm sorry, but that's just too funny." Phoebe smiled.

"Man, the laundry bill is going to be big when your parents get it." Nadine smiled.

I then smiled a bit and laughed with them a bit before we turned our attention back to the process in hand.

It took about a half-hour or so, but Harold did manage to show up as he performed the Torah beautifully, and for the rest of the day, we spent some good time at the party. I have noticed that Arnold and the other boys were eating a little more than usual, which was pretty strange... until I remembered what was going to happen next week...

That eating contest. The dreaded eating contest that would be impossible for people with small stomachs...

There's the forty-seventh episode! How do you like it? I do apoligize if this is a short chapter! The next one will be longer, I guarantee it! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!