Olaf walks up to Gertrude's front door in the mid-afternoon as Niblet hides in the bushes nearby, wearing a small microphone in his ear. Olaf gives the door, a gentle knock, upon which Gertrude greets him. "Hello, Olaf Dear."
"Oh, uhm, uh, h-hello, uh..."
"Gertrude! Gertrude!" Niblet whispers loudly from the bushes.
"Oh yes, uhm, hello, Gertrude. My don't you look lovely tonight." Olaf continues, blushing slightly.
"Why, thank you, Olaf, how sweet of you!"
Olaf blushes a bit more. "Well, say, would you like to come to uhm...uh..."
"Dinner! Dinner!" Niblet whispers loudly again.
"Oh, uhm, yes, dinner with me at a fancy uh...uhm..."
"Restaurant! Restaurant!" Niblet whispers.
"Ah, uhm, yes, a fancy restaurant, perhaps Le Chateau Fancypants downtown?"
"Oh, that sounds wonderful, Sweetheart, I'll meet you there at eight o'clock. You always have such a way with words!"
"Well," Olaf replies confidently. "I simply look to my heart, and my heart tells me what to say."(Albeit while secretly contemplating the irony of this statement.) "So, eight o'clock, Honey? That sounds wonderful, I'll go make the reservations."
"I look forward to this, Dear. Goodbye." Gertrude waves politely as she leaves.
"'Bye, Sweetie." Olaf waves in reply, then excitedly hurries over to the bushes. "She said yes! This will be perfect! And it's all thanks to you."
"Always happy to help." the big sheepdog replies obligingly.
"Uhm, say, if it's not an imposition, would you mind coming with me to the restaurant just to make sure that everything stays smooth sailing?"
"Sure thing, Olaf. THE LOVE DOCTOR is on the case!"
Olaf stares oddly at this, but says, "Thanks."
Meanwhile, in the middle of the suburbs, Squirt is continuing on home with the three remaining roses. "Okay. Three roses is still enough for a good present. I'll just have to protect-Oops!" He accidentally drops a rose on the sidewalk, but before he can pick it up, the wind captures it and blows it down the street. "Oh no, not again!" Squirt chases after the elusive rose for several blocks until it finally lands in a bush.
"Okay. Nothing bad can happen to it in a bush. I just gotta get-" he barely has a chance to finish his sentence before a neighbor shreds the bush's branches and the rose with hedge trimmers. A distraught look crosses the Chihuahua's face. "All right. Slight setback, but if I can get the last two roses home safely, it'll be jus' fine."