As I told you guys, it wasn't over yet. The main story, yes, has come to a close. Unless you guys want ANOTHER sequel (though I'm kind of stuck for ideas at the moment). But just because everyone has been so nice and helpful in all the reviews, I'm adding a BONUS CHAPTER! This is just something silly and random to end out the story. I hope you enjoy.

And whoever reviewed wanting me to put Chuck Norris in, this one is for you.

Tails was strolling through the park, enjoying the nice summer weather. It was kind of hot, the temperature being in the mid 80's, but he didn't mind. All that mattered was that he was spending the day by himself, gazing at all the children playing and the birds chirping.

It was when the twin-tailed fox walked close enough to see who was sitting on the nearest bench that he wished he was back home.

It was none other than Fiona, dressed in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, obviously growing hot in her all-black regular outfit. Tails attempted to duck behind a kid running past him, but that only scored him some odd and angry stares from parents.

"Hey!" Fiona called to Tails, waving and smiling. "Didn't expect to see you here, sweetheart!"

"Um, yeah," Tails called nervously back, cautiously approaching the red vixen. "Me neither…"

Fiona grabbed his wrists and shoved him down next to her on the bench. She winked at him with her blue eyes flashing. "So, what's new?"

Tails fidgeted with a splinter on the bottom of the bench. "Oh, not much, you know…just working on my new plane…"

"What's it called?" Fiona interrupted, trying too hard to be interested in Tails' new inventions.

The fox babbled on to his companion, all the while thinking I have GOT to get out of here! He ended the conversation abruptly once he realized that the ice cream cart was passing by. "Um, OK, I'll see you later," he said suddenly, and jumped up.

Only to be dragged right back down, with his hand attached to the bottom of the bench.

What the…? Tails thought frantically as he tried to pull his hand out from under the bench. It was stuck. Upon further inspection (and much to his horror), he discovered that his glove was stuck to a sticky wad of gum!

Inside, he screamed like a little girl at whatever germs could be leaving that wad of gum and entering his flesh through his glove. Fiona gasped when Tails couldn't remove his hand, then she started giggling. "Aw, man, did you get your hand stuck on that wad of gum I just stuck under there?"

Tails froze. It was even worse. It was FIONA spit!

The fox closed his eyes and moaned, once again bewildered by his constant bad luck. Suddenly, he felt a shadow over his face, and he looked up to see Cosmo standing over him, a silly grin planted on her lips and her hands on her hips (A/N: Ha ha, I made a rhyme!). She couldn't stop from doubling over in laughter.

"N-need a hand?" she choked out. Tails rolled his eyes, and, in spite of himself, couldn't stop from snickering.

"I don't think it'll do much good," he admitted, tugging at his hand again.

Fiona stood up with an annoyed expression on her face, obviously a little annoyed that Cosmo would ruin their moment. "Hey, back off plant girl," she warned, prodding Cosmo's chest. "It's not Tails' fault that he got his cute little self stuck to a bench."

Cosmo stopped laughing and glared back at the red fox. "I never said it was, Fiona," she spat back, making her tone mocking on the word 'Fiona'. "I was just laughing with Tails, not at him."

"That's not what I heard," Fiona growled.

Tails was a little alarmed by how close Fiona's foot was to his ear, which was lying in the grass with the rest of his head. "L-ladies," he said nervously, wanting desperately to pull away but couldn't.

"That's IT!"

Tails yelped as Cosmo leapt at Fiona, who in turn backed away and stepped directly on Tails' ear. The fox all but screamed.

"OW!" He cried, and rubbed his ear with his free hand. No one else stepped on him for awhile, but it was rather unnerving doing absolutely nothing to try and get away when a chick fight was in commence right next to his face.

"Stop it!" A tiny, familiar voice suddenly squeaked. "What are you two doing?!"

Fiona and Cosmo stopped trying to kill each other and stared at Cream. Their expressions resembled something like 'getting caught in the act as a cameraman from a tabloid magazine takes their picture'.

Tails curiously watched Cream as she stared in wonder at the two girls. "Before you start fighting, tell me what you're fighting about," she requested.

"Fiona's mad at me for laughing at Tails because his hand got stuck on a wad of gum," Cosmo explained, gesturing over to the fox, who at that point was trying to gnaw his arms off. He only knew things were going to get worse.

"That's awful!" Cream gasped. "I wouldn't start laughing at YOU if you got your hand stuck to gum, Cosmo!"

Fiona smiled and pointed at Cream. "See?" she bragged to the alien. "I told you I was right."

Tails continued to watch the three girls argue for a few moments. In the back of his head, he thought he felt someone staring at him. Slowly, he turned around and was face-to-face with Marine, who had crawled under the bench.

"Whaddya doin' under here, mate?"

The fox cried out in alarm, causing everyone's attention to turn to him. Marine, at that point, busted out laughing, rolling on the ground, tears spilling out of her eyes. Cosmo gave Fiona a cocky smile as she observed the raccoon.

"I told you that it was funny," she argued. Fiona growled and Cream ran up beside her.

"C'mon, Cream! Let's show Ms. High-and-Mighty that good girls play nice!"

Cosmo grabbed Marine's wrist and dragged her over by her side. "Let's fight for our right to laugh as we please, Marine!" she said triumphantly.

The four girls collided in a heap, causing Tails to have major déjà vu.

The fox sat there for a moment, his hand still stuck to the bench. This is just great, he thought sarcastically.

Suddenly, there was a scream that echoed throughout the entire park. Everyone got out of the way, including the four fighting girls, as Chuck Norris blasted his way through. He stopped right in front of Tails and forcefully yanked his hand out of the gum, called him a wimp, crushed his arm with a roundhouse kick and sent him flying.

Tails flew off into the air, everything becoming peacefully quiet. It was in the calm that he realized something.

I could've just taken off my glove.

And, there you have it! The end of Who's Mrs. Prower! Like I said, if the demand is high enough, I GUESS I can try to write out some sort of sequel, making the whole thing a trilogy…but right now I'm stuck for ideas. Help…?

Anyway, tell me your final thoughts on this. I'd love to hear all your comments. Thanks a bundle for all the support. You guys rock!