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"Speaking."

(Thinking)

Narrator Ted

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Chapter 4: Distractions

Now kids, after I've spied on Cookie I realized something. That, that 18 year old Law student…Was in love with me. Yes I know how can an 18 year old fall in love with a man my age? Well your father's charms never failed, and of

course the constant begging to your Uncle Marshall, and Aunt Lily.

MacLaren's in the usual Booth

"Guys come on! Just one more night, or three please?" Ted begged putting his hands together on the table.

"I dunno Ted." Marshall apologized as he reached for his beer. "I mean you did mess up your first night." He mentioned.

"Mess up? I did not mess up?"

"You did Ted." Lily pointed out. "We came here tonight to see if you've got any dirt on Cookie. And all you gave us was how great her cookies were and that you had a wonderful time."

"Oooh I think Ted has feelings for Cookie." Marshall hooted. He elbowed Ted's shoulder to show his support.

"Oh no Marshall he's not." Lily said sarcastically. "This was the only thing I've feared. Falling in love with the babysitter has gotten you distracted, and now you can't even complete the mission without going googly eyes

all over her boobs!"

"Okay fine, Cookie has feelings for me. But that's a great thing right? Because she loves me enough to tell me the truth, you see?" Ted reasoned.

"Oh come on Ted."

"Please Lily, I mean Marshall will agree with me? Right, Marshall?" Ted gave Marshall the best puppy dog look and hoped that his best friend would fall into his trap.

Marshall tried to resist, but Ted's pitiful face got the best of him. "Yes Buddy I agree with you."

Lily was shocked that her husband took Ted's side. "Baby –"

"I'm sorry Lilypad, but… Look at his face." Marshall grabbed Ted under his chin and showed his face to Lily.

"Oooh, you two are conspiring against me I just know it." Lily crossed her arms and drummed them with her fingers in annoyance.

"Come on baby…" Marshall held one of Lily's arms and rubbed it sensually. "Think about Michael, we're doing this crazy spying just for him."

Lily did her best to resist her husband's persuasion. But because she knew that Marshall had good intentions and that he also knew what was best for Michael. And besides, how can she say no to such a handsome devil.

Lily sighed and agreed with the boys, but in her own terms "Okay fine, but only for one night –"

"Two nights, and after that you leave Cookie alone okay Ted?" Marshall blurted.

Lily was shocked that Marshall changed her terms with his. He may be Michael's father but she was the one who was in labor for hours giving birth to the little bastard, I mean their first born.

"Marshall!"

"Two nights Lilypad that's all he's asking." Marshall reasoned.

"Actually I said three." Ted pointed out on a side note.

Lily glared at Ted when she sensed that he was hoping to spend a little more time with Cookie.

"But I guess two's fine." Ted chugged his beer down his throat to shut himself up.

And kids, that night was one of the nights I would never forget. As you know your Aunt Lily would rarely listen to the shenanigans your Uncle Marshall and I try to pull of. But during our discussion whether or not I should see

Cookie again, she calmly accepted defeat and allowed me two consecutive nights to get Cookie to fall in love with me…I mean me fall in love with her… And to get her to tell me the truth… I know this sounds confusing, but

everything will make sense in the end. (I hope…)

"I give up! Fine, you get two nights with her."

"Really!"

"Two nights!" Lily reminded him by flashing the number two with her hand in front of his face. "If you fail, we will pry her open to tell us the truth!" She warned.

"Thank you Lily, I won't let you down. Marshall what time is it?" He asked in a flash.

Marshall looked at his watch and told him the time. "It's about 6:45 why?"

"That's enough time for me to ravel on foot… Unless of course I take a cab…"

"Just go already buddy." Marshall insisted.

"Gotcha!" Ted grabbed his coat from the seat and ran towards the door doing his best to put it on. "Oh wait what excuse will I use this time?" Marshall and Lily were about to give their opinion on Ted's question when

Ted interrupted them. "Wait I'm going to be late, I'll just make one up. Okay thanks BYE!" And on that note he ran outside MacLaren's to catch a cab.

Marshall couldn't believe his ears when Lily accepted defeat. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pecked her cheek. "Lily Aldrin Eriksen... Did my ears just deceive me? Or did you just hook Ted up with Cookie for

two nights?"

"Yes, I gave Ted two more nights with Cookie." Lily sighed. "But I couldn't help it…" She then looked at her husband and kissed him sweetly on his lips. "That night, when Ted took care of paying Cookie, we had a

wonderful time together. It was the longest time we've spent together ever since Michael started becoming a spoiled brat.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Marshall mentioned. "Michael can be a handful, and with him running around with or without shorts we just couldn't find time to… You know…"

Lily found it sweet that Marshall too wanted to spend more time with her. She cupped his cheeks with her hands and started kissing him. In the middle of their kissing frenzy, Marshall suddenly stopped and whispered in

Lily's ear.

"Hey…Wanna make another one?" He suggested. "We can always go to a motel and –"

Lily stopped Marshall on his tracks and covered his mouth with her finger. Marshall thought that Lily would agree with his devilish idea, but Lily answered him by smacking his jaw.

"No baby making tonight!" She sternly ordered. "…But sex is welcome."

The couple got off the seat and rushed to find a motel.

By this time everyone was rushing towards a destination that will bring them happiness. Ted rushed out to get a cab, Lily and Marshall ran out of MacLaren's to find a motel, and Robin… Robin was rushing around Brazil to find a

place to stay for the night.

Inside Sheraton Barra Hotel and Suites

Robin looked at her business phone once again and started rapidly punching her boss' private phone number. (Damn it pick up, PICK UP!) A few seconds later Mister Peterson picked up his phone and gave her the

answers she needed.

Mister Peterson was in bed with his wife when he got Robin's call. "Hello you've reached the Peterson's residence, how may I help you?"

"Mister Peterson it's me, Robin!"

"Ah, Robin, what a surprise. You've finally called my private hotline which I gave you… So?"

"Excuse me Sir… But what do you mean by so?" Robin asked.

Mister Peterson sat up on his bed and cleared his voice. "I told you to give me a call if and only IF you're in trouble… So… Why are you in trouble?"

"Mister Peterson, the hotel you said that would accommodate me is fully booked, and they say that they don't recall a reservation under our company!"

"Hmm, that's strange." Mister Peterson scratched his head and thought of a plan to get Robin a place for the night. "Don't worry, I know what to do!"

"Thank you Mister Peterson." Robin hung up and clasped her hands together. "C'mon Robin pull yourself together; I'm sure companies have faced the same problem you're in and got through. Besides, I can fully

understand that someone could have paid the bellboy a "nice tip" to steal your room… After all, the Carnivale is just a few weeks away."

And Robin waited, and waited, she waited for about Four hours for Mister Peterson's saving hand. And even though she had been sleeping, belly up on the couch in the lobby for the most part of her long wait; Robin

never gave up. And when she was finally awakened, the good news was brought to her.

A bellboy crept closer towards Robin who was still sleeping on the couch. After seeing her blow off some steam at the concierge he had learned to fear all Canadian women… Especially women named Robin.

"Uhm… S- Senorita?" The bellboy stuttered as he lightly tapped Robin's shoulder.

Robin instantly sat up and raised her fists at the bellboy. "If you try to kick me out I swear I'll –"

The bellboy jolted and took cover. "A Mister Peterson is on the phone for you!" He said as he croaked his voice.

Robin realized that she wasn't being kicked out of the hotel and rubbed her eyes. She noticed the bellboy shivering at the other end, trying to evade her if ever she really attacked. She stood up and headed towards the

welcome desk where a call for Mister Peterson is waiting for her.

Robin grabbed the phone from the concierge and held it up on her ear. "Hello, Mister Peterson?"

"I'm sorry if I took long Robin, I was saving you butt half asleep. Anyway you'll get to stay in the hotel, but there's a catch are you okay with –"

"Anything is fine Mister Peterson, as long as I get to drop my bags, get some good shut eye, and start working." Robin interrupted.

"Okay then, you'll be sharing a room with one of my closest friends; a very FAMOUS friend." Mister Peterson continued.

When Robin heard that she'll be sharing a room with a famous celebrity she couldn't hide her excitement. She started jumping and started guessing her roommate for a month. "Really! Is it, Monika Deol, or Farah

Nasser?"

"Who?" Mister Peterson asked. "Ah we're getting out of topic here I'll let you find out for yourself, and Robin."

"Yes Mister Peterson?"

"Good Luck." Mister Peterson hung up and returned to bed.

Robin returned the phone to the concierge and noticed that the bellboy who was afraid of her was kind enough to help her with her bags. Now, things were looking up on Robin's end. Not only will she spend a whole

month in one of the most beautiful countries in the world, but also she will get to spend one whole month with her very famous roommate.

"Here we are Ms. Chairbatskee." The bellboy dropped her bags in front of room 696 with his smile still unbroken. Carrying Robin's bags was a torture on his body. Carrying all her equipment, clothes, and not to mention

some unmentionables; he was relieved that they finally made it to her room.

"Uhmm, it's pronounced Scherbatsky." Robin corrected.

"Yeah, whatever." The bellboy didn't care about her name because he was fidgeting over his back and knees.

Robin was shocked when the bellboy answered her. She gave him a stern look which made him jump to his feet and grabbed the room key.

"Anyway here is your key, I suggest that you won't lose it so that I don't have to come back up here, and deal with you." After giving her the key to her room he dashed off in fear that she will hit him again.

Robin wanted to get back at him, but didn't have time. There are more important things than to come after a guy whom she forgot to get the name so that she could complain to the manager. She was excited to see her

famous roommate, and without hesitation unlocked the door and let herself in.

Inside Room 696

The room had two separate beds, separated by a small table with a lamp and phone on top. It was furnished with two seats, a couch, and a flat screen TV. It had a beautiful view that cascaded Brazil's open waters and a

terrace to boot. The only downside in the room is that it only has one bathroom, and Robin didn't want to fight for who goes first in the shower with her roommate.

"Hello? Anyone here?" As Robin entered the room, she saw a woman sitting on one of the beds admiring the view. The woman looked at her and jolted.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Hi, I'm Robin Scherbatsky, from World Wide News." She gestured her hand towards the woman for a good and friendly handshake.

The woman looked at Robin's hand then at her. "Sorry, never heard of it."

Robin retracted her hand into a fist end took a step back in embarrassment. "Oh… My bad… May I at least know yours?"

"It's Tina." The woman answered bluntly.

"Ahh… Tina…It's nice to meet you." Robin sat on the other bed and unpacked her things uncomfortably. (He said I'll be sharing a room with someone famous… I haven't seen her anywhere.)

Tina looked at Robin and was curious of what she was doing. "Robin wasn't it? What the hell are you doing?"

Robin had enough of Tina and stopped unpacking. "Wait you didn't get the memo?"

Tina shook her head.

"We're going to be roommates for a month… Isn't that great?" Robin said in a high pitched shrilling voice.

"Yeah, I don't stay in this hotel." Tina answered.

"What! Then who am I sharing this room with –?"

Robin didn't get to finish her sentence because she was interrupted by a man who came out of the bathroom.

"Tina, are you ready for your first lesson?" The man asked.

Robin took a good look at the man. He was wearing tight pants and a lose shirt. He had brown, hair, a fake beard, and a decent tan.

"DAMN IT!" She screamed.

The man looked at Robin, and waved his hand. "Hi Robin… Ohhh…"

And kids, this was the start of your Uncle Barney and Aunt Robin's Brazilian getaway…

End of Chapter 4

To be Continued…

If you are wondering who Monika Deol, or Farah Nasser are, they are Canadian journalists.