It was well past 10 o'clock in the morning and Jim was in the kitchen, waffle stuffed in his cheek. He downed the lump with some juice and as he hopped off the stool to put the dirty plate and cup in the sink, he caught a glimpse of the still-sleeping Ariel.

Sunlight's golden fingers was prying the blinds open, casting a glow on Ariel making her seem more angelic. His eyes softened and his heart melted with gushy mushy feelings he cared not to know he had, and he was about to go kiss her awake but-

"HELLOOOOOOOO!" a voice yelled, shaking the building.

Ben.

Jim groaned and rushed to tell the stupid robot to shut up, but it was too late. Ben was in the living room screaming about Montressor knows what, and Ariel has a startled look on her pale face, widened eyes glazed with escaped sleep.

(Probably because she was up well into the night crying about a certain male whose name shall not be mentioned, but be kept to the subtle hint of, "It starts with a J and ends with an –im.")

"Woah! Someone is not a morning person. Ooh, hi Jimmy! Did you and Ariel have a sleepover?"

"Ben! Shut up!"

"Oh I love sleepovers! Why didn't you invite me? You invited Morph but not me? Oh, tish tosh. I just want to hug you."

"BEN!"

"What?!"

"Shut up, please, Ben!" Ariel said, rubbing her head which now sported a lump due to Ben's extravagant entrance.

"Oh, Ariel! I didn't see you down there! What… what are you doing on the floor? Did you get your tail back? Oh, me next, me next! I want to go to Atlantica!"

"I am on the floor because you woke me up, startled might I add, and I practically flew off the couch to the floor below." And with that, she got up and went into Jim's room, closing the door.

"No need to be overdramatic Ariel! Everybody knows you can't fly off of couches!" Ben called after her. A muffled scream could be heard. Morph, Jim and Ben exchanged a look. Sitting down once again at the kitchen table, Morph ate a spare bagel that was in a nearby plate. "So, Jimmy, how was solar surfing yesterday? You have better gotten out of their before that weather came in!" Ben scolded.

"Yes, mom. Jeez, chill. We got out of there before that."

"We?"

"Yeah, we."

"Who came along?"

"Ariel, duh."

Ben was quite, looking at him with expectant eyes, head in outstretched hands.

"What?!" Jim asked, incredulously.

"Did you tell her yet? Did you, did you, did you?"

"Tell who, what?"

"Tell Ariel that you love her!" Ben screamed, arms waving and voice getting higher on each word. Morphed glared at him, bagel digesting in his pink mush of a tummy. Jim jumped on Ben's head as to clamp his mouth shut.

"Shhh! Ben, shut up!" Jim hissed, eyes blazing.

And this is what the Little Mermaid saw, as she came out in a dress, blue bow in her hair. She nodded towards them and said, "I'm going out to clear my head." Then she was out the front door, solar surfer up and out of sight.

"Out? Who goes out to clear their head? All you have to do is open up your cranium and dump the contents out!" Ben exclaimed, matter-of-factly.

"Not all of us are robots, Ben! Come on. Morph! Let's go! We're going on a chase." Jim said, putting clothes on hurriedly.

Who knew pants where the new shirt?

"There she is!" Ben hollered, pointing to the ground. Jim looked down from the solar surfer, eyes scanning the dense crowd. There was his fiery maiden, searching through the people (not to mention aliens) for…

Jim tightened his grip on the solar surfer's rail; eyes hardening like stone and jaw clenched so hard it hurt. She was talking to some friendly aliens, good looking ones. However, had Jim kept walking, he would have found she had just asked for directions and was well on her way.

Surfer on the ground in Ben's hands, Jim ran in her general direction, leaving fire behind every step he took. Yet she was gone, lost once again in the crowd.