Hey, guys! I'mma back (finally)! XD This chapter is dedicated to Randomnessgirl1 for her birthday. Happy late 13th birthday, pal! XD

~*Snickerdoodle8P*~

(Scene switches back to Preposterocity in Becky's bedroom, Sunday morning, 9:00 a.m….)

Narrator: "Seriously, that's getting pretty annoying. I do all the narrating here! Anyway, ahem, Sunday morning in the Botsford household…"

Becky woke up to the sound of birds chirping cheerfully outside her bedroom window. She opened an eyelid and the first thing she saw was the furry lump over the side of the bed that was snoring away on his little bed that would have been fit for a dog. Becky rolled over to sit up and stretch out her arms. Yesterday during dinner, she did a lot of thinking over what she should paint, and later thought sleepily that she would try again in the morning. Today, she wanted to go outside and think over it, thinking that she would get more ideas when she's out in the fresh air.

Becky got out of bed and went to the closet to retrieve one of her many signature outfits. Then she took the clean clothes to the bathroom to take a shower, shaking Bob awake on the way out. Of course, none of this takes very long when you have super speed.

Before long, she was climbing down the stairs that leads to the kitchen and living room, with Bob trudging sleepily behind, his nightcap still in place. On the way down, she smelled the scent of eggs and bacon cooking on the stove, and something else…pancakes? Suddenly, Becky heard the sound of laughter and early morning chatter coming out of there. She also heard that the news channel was on and giving early reports. She finally reached the foot of the stairs and entered the kitchen. TJ, her little brother and President of the International Word Girl Fan Club, was already eating at the kitchen counter. Tim Botsford, her father, was helping her mother, Sally Botsford, set the table for her and her pet monkey; none of them was aware of Becky's secret identity.

"Good morning, Becky!" Mrs. Botsford cried out to her in her usual cheerful manner as she sat down to eat.

"'Morning Mom," came the answer as Becky sat down to eat.

"Hey, Mom?" TJ started in a rush right after Becky settled into her seat. "Is it okay if I go to Johnson's house after breakfast?"

"Now why do you want to go there so badly?" Mrs. Botsford inquired.

"Because me and Johnson are going to plan out our next meeting for the IWGFC," TJ stated, excited. His parents stared at him in confusion. "You know, the International Word Girl Fan Club."

"Ugh." Becky groaned.

"What is it, Becky?" asked Mr. Botsford.

"TJ, it's not 'me and Johnson', it's 'Johnson and I'." Becky corrected, but TJ was only annoyed. "Ha, look who's trying to act like Word Girl. Get a load of yourself, sis." Becky rolled her eyes.

"So…could I, Mom?" TJ asked eagerly once again.

"TJ, today is Sunday, which is chore day. You can play with your friend another day."

"But, Mom," started TJ. Mr. Botsford, who wasn't really involved in the main conversation, now spoke, "TJ, mind your mother."

"Fine," grumbled TJ, stabbing his pancakes with his fork.

Suddenly, yelling could be heard from the TV and all heads turned toward it as the breaking newswoman appeared on the screen. "I'm Vanessa of the breaking news reporting here from downtown Preposterocity. This morning there seems to be uproar as people are terrified of a supposed meteor shower heading to our fair city. Here's the head chief of the MUFON. Sir, what do you think of this predicament?" She positioned her microphone right in front of the man's face.

Without looking away from the TV, TJ asked, "Hey, Dad, what does MUFON mean?" Mr. Botsford looked at his son briefly. "The MUFON is an UFO investigator network."

"Huh?"

Becky sighed, exasperated. "It means that when people think they see something funny or out of place in the sky, they alert the MUFON so that they could come and identify what the object or illusion was."

"Oh," TJ said and quickly turned his attention back toward the screen, immersed into it. The chief of the MUFON was short, bald, and had a thick brown mustache. While he talked, his mustache bobbled up and down, and he seemed to have a slight Southern accent in his speech. "Well, miss, we were alerted by a fine fellow from Houston, Texas about this event and that it was gonna be BIG, ma'am, and, well, we couldn't resist such a tempting investigation."

Becky rolled her eyes in annoyance. "He used miss and ma'am in the same sentence. That's redundant."

"Becky!" TJ spoke in irritation. "Who. Cares?"

"Shush!" said Mrs. Botsford without even a glance at the quarrelling pair. Mr. Botsford, too engrossed in the television to even notice the tiff taking place, said nothing.

Back at the scene, Vanessa took back the microphone and continued her report. "The MUFON investigators and our local policemen are currently trying to calm the citizens down and to back them away from the site and into their homes where it is safer. Local officials are also attempting on contacting our beloved local hero, Word Girl, to also help inspect the site of the impact-to-be. Oh where, oh where is Word Girl?" Suddenly, the newscaster back at the studio interrupted the report, "And now a report on why kittens in a tutu on a unicycle is soooo cute."

At this time, Becky saw her chance to escape and started wolfing down her food. Mr. Botsford, finally tearing his gaze from the screen, glanced up curiously at her. "What's the big hurry, Becky?" he asked, surprised. She did not look up until she was half done with her eggs and pancakes—being already done with her bacon. "I want to be at the park early today so that I may get some ideas for my painting for art class." Mr. Botsford smiled. Becky seems to do so many extracurricular activities for school or whatever, and she always worked on them somewhere else—not that it bothered him, though. He was glad she was getting so involved in school, so, as a result, he answered, "Go ahead, honey, go and have fun."

"What?" TJ exclaimed, aggravated. "Why does Becky get to go somewhere and I have to be stuck here doing chores?"

"Because, TJ, Becky is doing something for school—like homework," Mr. Botsford half-scolded TJ.

"And isn't something just for fun," continued Mrs. Botsford.

TJ grumbled something unintelligible.

By this time, Becky was finished with her breakfast. "Thanks, Dad!" she quickly stated, grabbed her pet monkey, Bob, by the wrist—who was about to take a bite of bacon—and was out the door in a flash. Everything was quiet.

"Aww," TJ complained suddenly, "that means I have to do the dishes too!"

Ooh...the excitement and mystery has just gotten thicker! There are lots of discoveries to be made. What is going to happen next?

Well, you're just going to have to wait and find out! XD Oh, and please review—I LOVE getting those! (It gives me motivation and I feel loved...^^)

'Till next time and beyond!

~*Snickerdoodle8P*~