It was 4:30 on a cloudy day, and all the plants on the lawn were engaged against a final wave of zombies. The Wall-nuts were defending at the front lines while the Sunflowers were producing enough sun to supplement the other plants. The Peashooters, of course, were doing what they did best: shooting peas. And when I say Peashooters, I'm including April along in that category…

"BOOM! HEADSHOT!"

…being immature in the process. Although Peashooters love to shoot peas by nature, April was feeling a little trigger-happy today. As a result, she was having a ball firing frozen peas at zombies at a rapid rate. She fired continuously until the last zombie fell headless and April ceased fire, panting.
"Whew! What a workout…" April breathed. Even though it was cloudy, the temperature was soaring into the 90's. Add the fact that it rained that morning and the weather that day was uncomfortably humid. Snow Peas as a species tend to have a natural intolerance for high temperatures due to their frigid nature, so combining the day's zombie wave it was as if April's body was saying "Thank you for your trigger-happiness, you can go back to being miserable now." And as so, April re-entered a state of heat sickness, just about sweating out every possible ounce of liquid in her body and more. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, and the vertigo made her feel nauseous. The normally frozen peas that she fired were now only soggy.
Other than that, it was business as usual. Pete didn't even bother trying to annoy a sweltering April, for the mail had come and he had received a letter. "Wonder who it's from…" Pete muttered as he opened it and started reading. By the time he had finished, a look of horror developed on his face.
"Hah…wh-who sent you a letter, Pete?" A flustered April inquired of an unresponsive Pete. She stood waiting for a full half hour until a bus rolled up by the house. A Threepeater stepped off and approached the lawn.
"April, hide me!" Pete said, trying to duck behind her. However, April did the exact opposite, staggering away from him and leaving him totally exposed. The Threepeater came up to Pete.
"~Hiiii Pete~" greeted one head with a gleeful smile. "Heh… hi Hydra…" Pete said nervously. "*Sigh…* Hello… if it matters…" murmured the second head. "WHAT? YOU AIN'T GONNA ACKNOWLEDGE ME? WHY I OUGHTA UPROOT YOU WHERE YOU STAND AND THROW YOU TO THE NEXT ZOMBIE HORDE!" yelled the third head, clearly angry. "Who's yelling?" April slurred, beginning to get delirious from the heat. "The letter didn't specify why you were here..." Pete said. "Oh,that's easy!" Happy said. "Our house burned down while I was making cookies!" "WHAT? YOU'RE THE REASON WHY WE'RE HOMELESS?!" Pete was at a loss for words. This means that this idiot... or rather these idiots, will be living with me! They'll totally ruin my chances with Alice!
"Hey Pete, you know what? I went to the store the other day and they had MoGro fertilizer for sale! Isn't that just the best?" "NO IT ISN'T, YOU MORON! LEFRENCHY'S FERTILIZER KICKS MOGRO IN THE…" The happy head and the angry head continued to argue about the better brand of fertilizer, although it was more of a game to the happy head. Pete wasn't listening. This lasted until the sun went down. Meanwhile, April had actually passed out from the heat, having lost nearly all water in her body, and was being treated for heatstroke by the Sunflowers.

Iona awoke to the sound of squabbling. She got up and was able to groggily make out a Threepeater, two of its heads arguing. She watched this for a while, and then went to the front of the lawn to prepare for the next zombie wave. Unbeknownst to her, a Scaredy-shroom with a blue cap was watching her shyly from behind a telephone pole. He seemed almost entranced by her. Eventually, Iona happened to turn his way and notice him. Upon locking eyes with her, he quickly turned around and ran away into the night, heart pounding wildly and blushing madly. His escape path was illuminated only by the light poles laid every few yards and the occasional Plantern.