As Niblet sits in his room later that afternoon, he hears a knock on the door. "Please come in."

Olaf then enters the room, all smiles. "Howdy, Niblet. I came to tell you that Gertrude absolutely loved the poem you wrote!"

"Really? Oh, that's wonderful!"

"Yeah..." a concerned look crosses Olaf's face. "Uhm, say, if this isn't an imposition, I was wondering if I might perhaps request another favor, please."

"Sure, Olaf. How may I help?"

"Well I was planning to pay her another visit a little later; if I may ask, could you help me write another poem, please?"

"Absolutely, anything fer true love." the big sheepdog replies.

"Thanks so much, you're a real pal."

Meanwhile, in the middle of town, Squirt enters the local flower shop. As he walks up to the counter, he addresses the cashier, "Excuse me Ma'am, I would like to buy five long-stemmed red roses for a special girl, please."

"What a sweet boy you are!" the cashier replies. "I'll be right back." The Chihuahua blushes slightly as the cashier traipses off towards the back of the store; moments later, she returns with five red roses. "These will be five dollars please."

"Thank you, Ma'am." Squirt reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out a five dollar bill, which he then hands to the cashier. The cashier hands him the roses, upon which he begins to leave. "Have a nice day, sir." she says.

"You too, Ma'am." Squirt replies, waving politely as he goes. As he steps out onto the street, he gives a small smile and a contented sigh. "Ahhh, this will be perfect!"

Unfortunately, he had no sooner said this when a strong gust of wind breezes by him. Squirt holds on tightly to the roses, but his grip gradually loosens on one of them, and the wind captures it. He chases it down the street, "W-wait! Come back, please!"

The rose blows down the sidewalk, down alleyways, down the subway and back up it, until it finally lands in a garbage can on a street corner. ""Pfew," Squirt gasps as he runs up to the garbage can. "That was a closie! Now if I can just get it back-" Unfortunately, just before he can intercept the flower, a garbage man picks up the can, dumps its contents in the back of a garbage truck, then drives away.

Squirt looks on with a woeful look on his face as the truck leaves. "Well," he says, looking at the four remaining roses in his paws. "At least I still have these. I'll have to keep them safe until I get home."

Meanwhile, as Niblet sits in his room, he hears another knock on the door. "Please come in."

Olaf enters the room, smiling and blushing slightly. "Hello, Niblet. I've come to tell you that Gertrude loved your latest poem."

"Well, that's awfully nice."

"Uh huh...uhm, say Niblet, might I ask you one more favor, please?"

"Absopositively, Olaf. How may I help you?"

"Well, I had been planning to visit Gertrude and invite her to dinner at a fancy restaurant; If I may ask, could you come with me to make sure that I don't say anything goofy, please? You seem to have a real way with words."

"Sure thing, Olaf, anything for a friend. Just leave it to THE LOVE DOCTOR!" the big sheepdog replies. Olaf stares blankly at this, but replies, "Thanks."

While this is happening, on the other side of town, Squirt is continuing his trek home through the suburbs. He glances at the flowes in his paws, "All right, I'll have to keep an eye on the remaining flowers to make sure nothing happens to them-" He's barely said these words, however, when a bird swoops down and makes of with one of he roses.

The Chihuahua gives a hearty sigh. "Okay. Only three roses left. I'll just have to be extra careful."