Totally Spies does not belong to me. It belongs to marathon. I really don't see why this needs to be said every time. I mean really its obviously it doesn't belong to us.

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"What are you doing with my stuff?" Thomas repeated the question.

"I have a date. I wanted to look good." He braced himself for the incoming pain.

But it didn't come.

"My son has his first date. Wow. Son you have the Scam genes. You don't need to do a thing to look good."

"Uhhh. Thanks dad."

"So where are you taking her"

"We're going for pizza at Vic's, then ice cream."

"Nice. Want a little money?"

"Sure" Timmy knew his allowance could cover it but took the money any way.

His dad turned to leave but the turned back. "Timmy…

"Yeah?"

"If you see me in town, don't tell your mom. I'm working on something for our anniversary."

"Ok." He wondered what his dad was doing that it had to be taken care of a month early. Whatever. He needed to get ready.

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Vic's Pizza 5:58 p.m.

Timmy came a few minutes early in case she was someone who liked to be early.

"You're early." A voice. Her voice. How could he ask her out and forget to ask her name. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He had just been referring to her as her or The Girl. She probably thought he was a 6th grade skirt chaser who asked girls out without caring about their names.

"Hello? You blink out a lot don't you? I do that too. It gets on my friends nerves when they want to play sports or go shopping."

"Yeah…" He tried to figure out her name.

"So Tim do you want to, I don't know, go in?"

"Yeah sorry. Let's go. What kind of pizza do you like?"

"I'm a classic everywhere. Cheese or pepperoni. You?"

"Let's get a half 'n' half."

"Perfect."

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Outside ice cream place 7:00

Timmy and Sam (he found out when she was telling him a story where her mom was telling here to clean her room. "SAMANTHA GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THAT BOOK AND CLEAN YOUR ROOM BEFORE- I'm doing it mom) were licking their cones (both vanilla) when some idiot called out "Come be my bitch, bitch!" Sam just sent him the finger and said to Timmy "Let's go." and started walking faster. He would've gone along if the moron hadn't told her to "leave that little brat and come with me!" The little brat comment triggered the moment his dad said it for the first time when timmy was just 4.

"Stop. Talking. To. Her. And don't call me anything but your nightmare."

"Timmy, forget it." Sam whispered.

"MAKE ME BRAT! BRAT BRAT BRAT BRAT BRAT! BRATTY MCBRAT!

That was when Timmy lunged at the kid only a year older than him.

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Ok so I took some liberties with this story like the fact that Scam is older than Sam not the same age. But it makes for a better story. Some of you are probably wondering why I STILL haven't killed off something big is going to happen next chapter and the 2 after. Actually I will need some suggestions for a Thomas torture scene or 2. so bring em in especially Ivy who who said to definitely come to her if I needed help with that.