Reed and Ben were looking at the scratch.
"You know, now that I look at it," said Ben. "I don't see how I could've made that kind of scratch with my skin."
"Oh, well, your skin is pretty rough, Ben," said Reed.
He knew it was wrong to have Ben and Sue think they scratched the car, but he couldn't tell them he did it.
"Come on. Let's get out of here before Johnny comes."
"Hey," said Johnny, entering.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," said Reed and Ben. "Johnny. Hahaha."
"Yeah, it's me, Johnny."
"What are you doing?" asked Reed.
"Well, it's two fifteen," said Johnny. "Everyday at this time, I wipe my car down with a shammy. Sweet. What are you two doing?"
"Nothing," said Ben. "Just talking."
"What do you need to talk about in the garage?"
"Non your business!"
"Okay! Defensive," muttered Johnny.
"Johnny, you need to go back into the Baxter Building right now," said Reed.
"Why?"
"Uh, Sue has a surprise for you inside."
"Really?" Johnny's face lit up. "What is it?"
"Well if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it, silly!" laughed Reed, smiling. He hands on Johnny's face like a parent smooshing their young child's face, then rested them on his shoulders.
"I love surprises!" exclaimed Johnny.
He quickly headed back inside.
"We need to help Susie," said Ben.
They went back inside.
"There you are," said Johnny, entering the living room. "So?"
"So?" repeated Sue.
". . Well?"
"Well?"
"Huhhhh?"
"Huhhhh?"
"The score in now tied," joked H.E.R.B.I.E.
Reed and Ben entered the living room.
"Should I keep my eyes closed?" asked Johnny, closing his eyes, taking a seat on the couch. He hand held open.
"Uh, yeah," said Sue. "What?" she mouthed to the older men.
Reed and Ben made faces and did movements with their arms. Sue didn't understand.
"Uh, hold on, Johnny."
Sue walked over.
"We told him you were going to give him a surprise," said Reed.
"But I don't have a surprise!"
"Make something up!"
Ben picked up the tissue box and put it in Johnny's hands.
"There ya go, kid."
"Tissues? Really?"
Reed, Sue, and Ben were silent.
"This is my big surprise? Is there something underneath there?" His face lit up and he started pulling the tissues out. "Is there something there?" He kept pulling, but just got more tissues.
"It's for your car," said H.E.R.B.I.E.
"Yes!" exclaimed Reed. "For your car!"
"Yeah, remember when you were driving, and then you sneezed, but you didn't have a tissue," said Sue. "Ta-da!"
Johnny glanced down at the box, then back up at his sister and friends.
"Yeah, it's a great gift," said Reed. "You always see those people driving, having nose trouble. Ha!"
Johnny frowned.
Just then, his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and saw his friend Wyatt Wingfoot was calling him.
"Hey, man! I'm in your garage! Came out so we can race, then we can go lookin' for some chicks!"
"Not now, buddy, I'm not in the mood," said Johnny.
"I'd be in a bad mood too if someone put a big scratch on my car," said Wyatt.
"What!" yelled Johnny.
"Yeah, dude. I'm looking at it right now. There's a huge scratch on the back left."
"Stay there so you can show me."
Johnny hung up and ran toward the elevator.
"Johnny?" said Sue.
"I need to check my car!"
"Wait!" cried Reed.
But Johnny already went into the elevator.