Disclaimer: I still don't own Sonny With a Chance… but a girl can dream right?

A/N: To WhiteRose6136 who wrote the most uplifting review I have ever read (that said, as she's one of my favourite SWAC authors, she could've written anything and I'd be as excited!) and addicted2SWAC (sorry, I got your pen-name wrong in the dedication before, lol!) who is making me suffer by not updating her awesome piece Sonny with a Chance of Cafeteria Work (if you're not reading this piece then what the hell is wrong with you?) until after the weekend! Why? Why cruel fate! No seriously, go read this. And of course littlemissmiley123, the instigator of all this evil! Lol. Thanks everyone!

Anyway, time to stop before my A/N becomes as long as the piece itself. Okay, just one last thing to say… review please? You know how much I love them! They brighten my day!

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Part 2:

5. Poster: "Foot fungus? No wonder the girls love you Chad." – Chad signs up to become the poster boy for a beauty brand – unaware it's for anti foot fungus cream…

19. Wisconsin: You can take the girl out of Wisconsin, but you can't get the girl to stop talking about Wisconsin – Sonny feels homesick so Chad organises a surprise…

76. Cooper: "What's with the accent?" Chad ignored her. "I have a heritage I can be proud of – something more than cows and Wisconsin." – A history class leads Chad to a very regal family tree, something he's keen to point out to the regal-less Sonny Monroe…

89. Football: "You throw like a girl." Sonny rolled her eyes. "Chad, I am a girl. What's your excuse?" – Chad doesn't believe Sonny can throw a decent NFL pass, so she issues him a challenge.

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5. Poster

Someone let go a loud sigh, right near Sonny's ear. She ignored it at first, knowing full well who would resort to such dramatic measures to gain attention, but when he repeated the move she had to turn. "Hello Chad."

Chad grinned. "Oh Sonny, didn't see you there." He motioned to the seat beside her at the cafeteria table. "May I?"

"You're in a good mood today. It's been a good thirty seconds now and you haven't once mentioned your name, how stupid my show is or how much I secretly love you."

"Everyone already knows that, it is and you do."

Sonny rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her sandwich. "And suddenly everything is normal with the world again."

"So, you were asking why I'm so happy?"

"I was?" Sonny frowned, never recalling asking that (or caring for that matter), but Chad looked like an eager puppy so she played along. "Oh right, yeah, I was. So, what's up?"

"A beauty brand for men just signed me as the face of their new line of products."

"An advertising campaign?"

Chad nodded proudly. "This face is finally paying for itself." Sonny almost pulled a muscle trying not to roll her eyes again, but eventually won the tussle.

"What kind of beauty products?" Chad shrugged. "Wasn't that in the contract?"

Chad shrugged again. "Didn't read it – reading contracts is for ugly people and people who get a lucky break." He looked at her with an expression that said what words didn't need to: 'like you'.

Sonny scowled before thinking about it. "But if you don't read contracts you could've just signed up for anything."

"My agent read it. Don't worry about my gorgeous face Sonny, it'll still be around to taunt you tomorrow."

"No, really, seriously Chad. If don't read contracts you could get… uh… I can't think of anything right now but I'll get back to you with an answer on that."

Chad shook his head and stood up. "Nothing is going to go wrong. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper… beauty and luck come hand in hand." Then, with his pride and over-inflated ego holding him a few inches off the ground, Chad practically drifted from the cafeteria. Sonny gave a small smile. With an exit like that, a reality check for Chad was only days away…

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"Hey hey, my ad is on soon. Go to M…" he stopped. "You're already watching Mackenzie Falls. I was wrong, you do have taste."

Sonny rolled her eyes at the blonde figure in the Prop House doorway. "I have absolutely no idea what's going on. All I've managed to gather is that Portlyn can't act and that girl that never talks around here does actually have a voice!" She gave Chad a thumbs-up as he took a seat on the arm of the couch and frowned at the screen until Mackenzie appeared again, at which point he spoke the lines over his own voice. Sonny just shook her head silently. May she never understand this boy. Then the ad breaks started and he grinned. They endured a toothpaste ad and a commercial for car insurance before Chad's face came up on screen.

"Staying fresh and rejuvenated on the set of a drama isn't easy," Chad's onscreen alter ego spoke with enough charm to melt butter. Sonny could almost hear the fangirls sliding off their seats in joy. She, however, was just sick with disgust. If he were anymore cheesy she'd be able to lather him on a ham sandwich and have herself a very tasty lunch. "That's why I have my necessities from One-Care Daily, for Men!" He lifted up to the camera four bottles of chemical-looking products. The first one turned out to be face wash. The second was some kind of fancy roll-on deodorant. The third one was a glorified hand wash, but it was the fourth that made Sonny burst out laughing. Chad just frowned. "What?"

"The last one: 'for itching or the head and feet'." He didn't understand. "Itching of the head and feet? That's ringworm!"

"No it isn't."

"Fine, look up the product on the internet then." Sonny teased, her sides now hurting from laughing so hard. She brought it up on the TV screen and then typed the product name into a search engine. The response came up quickly: 'One-Care Daily Discomfort Powder – for itching of the head and feet'. Sonny clicked on the link for more details as Chad watched on silently, comprehension moving slowly across his handsome face. The answer came up… 'to fight the symptoms of ringworm and foot fungus, completely normal responses to high stress situations.' Sonny couldn't help herself and laughed again. "Foot fungus? No wonder the girls love you Chad." With a pout and a glare he stood. Sonny just laughed harder. "See what happens when you don't read contracts Chad…" he stalked from the room as Sonny called after him. "… I've finally got your answer: 'don't read contracts – you get foot fungus!"

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19. Wisconsin

"Sonny!" Tawni beamed at the sight of the brunette as she entered Condor Studios that morning. Her smile wasn't returned however and Tawni sensed trouble. "What is it?" She pulled out her phone and checked her reflection. She flicked her hair when she found herself looking as cute as usual. "Okay, so it isn't me, so what's wrong with you?"

Sonny sighed. "I just miss home, that's all. My cousin just had a huge birthday. Everyone was there. Well, except me of course."

"Oh sweetie." Tawni touched Sonny's arm almost sympathetically. "I'm sure they all missed you."

Sonny shook her head. "No, that's not it. I miss them." Tawni didn't understand. In her mind Tawni's presence was a plus for everybody else, not a win for her. "I miss open fields and friends and spending a whole day with nothing to see but grass and clouds. You don't get that here. Everything is so built up. I don't even know where a park is that isn't filled with Hollywood wives, paparazzi and those little yapping things they call dogs."

"Morning Sonny, Blonde Random." Chad wandered past, thoroughly absorbed in his script. He stopped when no one responded. "I said; 'morning Sonny, Blonde Random'."

"It's Tawni!" Chad waved his hand like he didn't care, frowning at the sullen figure of Sonny. Tawni understood. "She's homesick. Misses grass and cows."

"Clouds!" Sonny frowned. "I miss clouds. Open space. Seeing nothing but hills and wide-open spaces. The peace of only hearing birds." She shook her head. "You wouldn't get it." She left them behind, heading back toward the dressing room.

Tawni looked to Chad. "See what you did? Now I have to go appease her, pretend Wisconsin isn't some backwater hole!" With a dramatic huff fit for Mackenzie Falls, Tawni turned and strutted back to her dressing room. Chad just frowned at his script, a million ideas running through his head.

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Sonny didn't know why she'd accepted a blindfold and the promise of a surprise from Chad. It was probably down to the fact she was so upset and homesick that right now anything Chad did would just provide a nice distraction. Allowing Chad to lead her through the halls of Condor Studios, the blindfold tight over her eyes as Chad led her, steering her with his hands on her shoulders, they eventually came to a stop. "Where are we?" She heard Chad open a door and lead her inside, closing the door behind him. A strange type of peace washed over Sonny, a silence with just the softest hint of birdcalls. She gave a soft smile. "Really Chad, where are we?"

He removed the blindfold with a flourish. "Home." Sonny looked around. It was a set, but the room had been set up like one big hilly field. Fake grass covered the floor of the studio and the set around it showed green hills and a bright blue sky beyond. With enough imagination she could believe exactly what he'd said. She could be home. She made to ask him how and why when he answered for her. "I got the idea from you – The Basement." Sonny chuckled, taking a seat on the grass and taking in the surrounds. "Plus you were so sad this morning." Sonny smiled, assessing the room again. There were a few gaps, one where she could make out Chad's assistant standing with a table and box in hand, waiting for his cue. Sonny ignored him, going back to the green hills and birdcalls.

"This is ama…" A loud mooing sounded nearby and Sonny stopped, frowning toward the source of the sound before glancing at Chad. "Is that a cow?"

Chad chuckled. "Yes, I brought a cow into the studio." Sonny looked like she believed it for a minute before he shook his head. "Chad Dylan Cooper is good, but not THAT good…" he paused, "well, actually, he is THAT good, but not a fan of cows so…" he trailed off before waving to his assistant who came running over with a small mooing box and the table. Chad took the box from him and handed it to Sonny. "To replace the one you lost down the sink."

Inside sat a phone, the same as her old one, complete with cow print casing and a mooing ringtone. She frowned at the name of the caller then answered it. "Yes Chad?"

He grinned, pulling his phone from his pocket and speaking into it whilst watching her. "Yes Monroe?"

"Thank you."

"Feel better now?"

Sonny couldn't help but smile. "Of course I do, thanks to you."

"Oh good, because I forgot to show you this earlier…" he pulled from his pocket a list and handed it to Sonny. "Last week's ratings." Sonny hung up and put the phone back into its box as she read it. 1: Mackenzie Falls. 2: So Random!. She looked to Chad and he explained. "Because Sonny, if you're not sad because I caused it, then you shouldn't be sad." Then, with a chuckle, he turned away.

Sonny sighed and dropped the ratings onto the table. A nice gesture was a nice gesture, even if it stunk of Chad's enjoyment at getting one-up on her through their shows. Plus, Sonny grinned at her new phone; at least she got something out of it this time! With a twirl and a skip back in her step, she bounded back towards the Prop House.

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76. Cooper

"Good afternoon Sonny, Randoms." Sonny glanced up to find Chad standing by their table, a common occurrence, but there was something different about the whole thing. Something that stank of arrogance and trouble – the very essence of Chad. She picked up on it when he spoke again. "I didn't manage to catch your show last night, more important things to do, like staring at paint dry."

Sonny's nose wrinkled at both the insult and the voice. Chad was putting on a very bad English accent. "You've gone English now?"

"We're doing family trees in class. Apparently mine has a connection to a Prince. He was my grandfather. Imagine, a Prince Cooper."

"A man with more money than sense named Cooper? No, I find that hard to believe." Sonny muttered, every word dripping with sarcasm.

Tawni spoke up, clearly having missed the reasoning behind Chad's new tone. "What's with the accent?"

Chad ignored her. "I have a heritage I can be proud of – something more than cows and Wisconsin."

Sonny scowled. "One history class and you think your family is better than mine?"

Chad gave his usual half-scoff, half-laugh. "Oh no, I knew that before now. The class just proved it." With a grin he turned and walked back to his table and his castmates.

Sonny called after him. "Yeah, well, how do you know I don't have any royal relatives?"

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"I don't have any royal relatives." It had been forty minutes since lunch and Sonny had spent the entire time researching her family tree over the Internet. She'd found a grandfather who was a Wisconsin cattle farmer, a great-grandfather who was a prize-winning trainer from Wisconsin and an aunt who'd won a beauty pageant at 19 – a Wisconsin beauty pageant. Chad had been right; the Monroes were all Wisconsin and cows. With a dejected sigh she turned to Tawni who was seated at the bench filing her nails. "Not that I'm not proud of my relatives, I mean, I love Wisconsin so why wouldn't I be proud of them? Right?"

"You want royal blood don't you?" Tawni saw right through the protests.

"Yes." Sonny admitted, her head slipping. "Just because I don't have a Prince grandfather… wait a minute. Now, I don't know a lot about the English royal family, but their name isn't Cooper. If it was his grandfather then he would be related to the current royal family surely."

"Are you suggesting Chad is lying?"

"No…"

Tawni cut her off. "Because that's what I'd be suggesting." She smiled at her nails proudly. "They're so pretty they need their own website."

Sonny beamed. "That's it!" Then, grabbing the keyboard again, she started her search.

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Chad frowned at the figure on the Prop House lounge. "Why did you call me and ask me to come here?"

Sonny glanced up at him with a smile. "I wanted to know more about your family. A Prince? Prince of where?"

Chad gave her a sceptical look before the enjoyment at talking about himself took over. "Prince of Cornwall, which is a county in southwest England – I looked it up."

Sonny smiled. "Is that all you looked up?" She tapped at the keyboard as he nodded. "Prince of Cornwall right?" Chad nodded again, still looking very proud of himself. Sonny just logged into the Internet and brought up the details of Arthur Cooper, the 'Prince of Cornwall'. Chad frowned at the screen as it detailed that Arthur Cooper was a factory owner from Cornwall in Ontario, Canada. He was titled the 'Prince of Cornwall' after his factory kept the town afloat during the Great Depression. Chad glared at the screen.

"That's not… he can't… you don't…" the drama star failed to find his words so Sonny interpreted.

"He's not a prince? Yeah. And he's from Canada. How's your Canadian accent?" Chad looked heartbroken, but Sonny couldn't help but rub it in. "On the plus side, he saved a small town from economic extinction. You should be proud." She scrolled for more details and soon found what the factory made. "Ooh, look, they made footwear." Chad had had enough and started to leave as Sonny called after him. "Chad Dylan Cooper, Prince of High-Tops!"

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89. Football

"The story about Mackenzie being a Patriots fan just sounds so ridiculous to me. Since when did Mackenzie EVER like football?" Sonny glanced up from reading her script and wandering the halls of Condor Studios aimlessly as she heard Chad's familiar voice. He was talking, nay growling, into his phone. He gave one last "well make them change it then" before hanging up, spotting her. "Monroe."

"Chad." Sonny gave a curt nod then a sly smile. "Not a football fan Chad?" He shrugged. "Or is it that you just don't get it?"

"What is there to not get? A bunch of beefed-up guys run, with football in hand, towards another bunch of beefed-up guys."

"It's a bit more than that!"

"Is it Sonny? Is it really?"

Sonny shook her head. "You don't get it."

"Explain it to me then."

"Why should I?"

"Ha!" Chad laughed cruelly. "You don't know anything about it either."

"I clearly know more than you."

"I bet you can't even throw a football."

Sonny held up a hand. "Whoa there cowboy, is that a challenge?" Chad shrugged. "Well it is now. I bet I can throw a proper NFL pass further than you."

"I bet you can't." Sonny just grinned. "Alright then, winner is slave to the other for ten hours…"

"Five hours, we have a rehearsal this afternoon and we don't need you hanging around."

"Deal." They shook on it. "Grab your football and cleaning gear Monroe, I'll meet you in the car park in twenty minutes." Then, like two cowboys leaving a duel, they turned and stalked away.

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"It's simple, on three we both throw. Me to Grady, you to Nico. Wherever they catch them Tawni and Portlyn will measure from. Whoever goes the furthest wins."

Chad agreed. "You're on."

Tawni grinned, holding up a handkerchief like a girl at an old-fashioned car race. "Ready?" Sonny twisted the leather in her hands. "Set." Chad shot Sonny a cold smile. "Throw!"

As Nico and Grady backed-up, going for the balls, Sonny and Chad cheered them on. Eventually both pigskins hit the hands of their recipients and Tawni and Portlyn started measuring. They both paused when they had their results, conferred then measured again. Meanwhile Chad and Sonny stood silently, watching on. After three re-measures, Portlyn beamed at the two challengers and announced the winner…

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"Sonny?" Sonny glanced up from picking up the last of the litter as Portlyn spoke. She was pointing to the trash bin in the corner of her dressing room. "Empty that will you?"

Sonny nodded and picked it up glumly, sneaking a glance at her watch at the same time. Four hours done, one to go. Stupid Chad. "Of course, be right back." She gave the primped Mackenzie Falls starlet a smile then left Stage Three, bin in hand, bound for the skip at the back of Stage 1. As she exited the studio she saw she wasn't the only one doing so. Chad was already at the bin, tipping in two barrels-worth of rubbish. She joined him. "Portlyn is a slave driver."

"Blondie is a maniac," he grumbled back.

"Portlyn is like listening to a jackhammer without earmuffs."

"Blondie is like having teeth drilled without anaesthetic."

"Yeah, well, you were the one who said if it was a draw then we both lost."

Chad frowned. "You were the one who challenged me."

"You were the one who said I didn't know anything about football!"

Chad held up his hands to stop her slowly growing tirade. "Look, if you just admit you were wrong then we can stop right now."

"Why should I? You started this." She leant in and prodded him in the chest. "You admit it then we can both go home."

"Chad Dylan Cooper is never wrong."

Sonny scowled. "Chad Dylan Cooper is a jerk."

"I guess I'm taking my chances with the drill then."

"I'd sooner the jackhammer any day."

"Ask Portlyn is she thinks her toenails are nice today."

"Ask Tawni if she wants to show you how the bite, wipe and gloss works." Sonny retaliated quickly.

"Fine, I will."

"Then I will too."

"Great!"

"Good."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Here." Chad swiped the bin from Sonny's hand and tipped it into the skip half-heartedly before pushing it back into her hands.

"Thanks." But the thanks had much the same venom as the 'good' had.

"No problem," he replied just as short. With a brief frown and stare-off, Sonny turned and started back inside. Grabbing the bins, Chad did much the same thing, both dreading what was to come next (toenails and bite, wipe and gloss – neither sounded good) and deciding they would never, ever again, challenge the other. It never ended well for anyone…

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Coming up next…

Part 3:

10. Camera: "What would happen to you if this came out?" Sonny grinned, waving the photo in his face. - Sonny gets sent a fancy new camera from her aunt and uses it continuously, eventually catching Chad in a very compromising position...

31. Movies: "What movie is that then? 'Nightmare on Jerk Street?'" - It's Costume Party time for the cast and crew of Condor Studios. When Sonny's costume is ridiculed by a certain blond haired jerkthrob, Zora helps Sonny get her revenge...

49. Traffic: "Is walking on the highway an option?" Chad shook his head. "No." - Chad and Sonny get stuck in traffic and are forced to play nice...

71. Sun: "Oh look, it's Mackenzie the dramatic lobster!" - Chad is far too vain for his own good, so Sonny decides to teach him a lesson...