The fallowing day

"I don't know..." Sparcticus muttered, touching a finger to his chin. The man at the counter tapped his fingers impatiently, sighing out a little bit. He was getting a bit irritated- this man had been here all morning, and couldn't decide on a thing!

"Well, then how about this one?" He asked, holding up another one. Sparcticus studied it carefully, even picking it up himself to look at it a bit closer. After a few seconds, he shook his head.

"No," Sparcticus said simply in a polite tone, handing it back to the man at the counter. The man fought the urge to groan out, and simply put it away. He had to think for a moment. This man had been there all day, turning down every one he showed down. What kind of expectations did a simple Eskimo have anyway?

"Okay... What are you looking for exactly?" Sparcticus thought for a moment- he wasn't sure how to put it. A simple "Something Perfect" wouldn't do.

Then finally, his eyes stopped on the perfect one.

Inside the display case, right beside the one he was currently looking at, was a 24k diamond ring. It had multiple perfect sized diamonds on it, with each one surrounded with a few topaz studs that would look perfect with any desert outfit.

He had to buy it.

"How much is that one?" Sparcticus asked, pointing at the ring. The man at the counter squinted his eyes a bit.

"Ah, you like that one don't you?"

"Yes, now how much is it?"

"Well," the man said, "It's kinda pricey,"

"She will be worth every coin. Just tell me how much,"

"About 5,000cc," The man said simply, as if the price was only 10 coins. Sparcticus looked up at the man, who had a brow raised.

"Is she worth that much?" He asked. Sparcticus reached his hands into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

"Every cent," He said, starting to pour out everything he had.

Eddie sat on his couch, hugging his legs in. He watched as Edwin continued to chew on one of the cushions on the couch. Normally, Eddie would have pried the cuchion away so it wouldn't have been ruined, but this time was different. His thoughts were going through his head.

"Do you think I should?" He said out loud to no one in particular. Edwin stopped his chewing and looked up at his brother curiously. Eddie groaned out, burying his head between his hands.

"I can't be with a girl who hates kids," He continued, "I mean, what if I want to have a family one day?" Edwin only made a little cooing sound and continued his chewing. Eddie sighed.

"Oh what would you know. You're just a baby," He muttered.

Sparcticus had never been so happy. He had gotten the perfect ring, which was now tucked away safely in his pocket, and had just set up the perfect dinner at Sahari's favorite restaurant. Flutterscotches were fluttering like crazy in his stomach- after he got the ring, he had to ask her as soon as possible. He couldn't possibly wait.

Thankfully, she was right there near their favorite bench, chatting away with someone.

"Yeah, you KNOW he's gonna want to help you with that child... Well duh, he's Eddie! He can't even stand looking at mud, let alone a dirty diaper! ... I know it's annoying but- Oh hey Sparty's here, so I gotta go," Sahari said, hanging up as she turned to Sparcticus, "Hi Sparcticus!" Sparcticus felt his stomach clench a bit. Why was he feeling this way? Oh God, he wasn't even popping the question yet and he was already worried about it...

"Hi Sahari. Who were you talking to?" Sparcticus asked. Sahari stood up, heaving a bit as she answered.

"Oh, I was talking to Seiko. Apparently Eddie called her over to talk to her about something, and she's all worried that it's about Edwin. Sometimes that boy needs to grow a pair and learn how to take care of a kid,"

"Oh that's it?"

"Yeah, as far as I know anyway," Sahari said, playing with her poncho, picking off a piece of lint that was stuck to it. Sparcticus nodded, deciding not to tell Sahari about what was really going on, because what was going to be happening very soon was much more important then his friends problems.

"Sahari, are you planning on doing anything this Friday?" Sparcticus asked, changing the subject completely. Sahari thought for a moment.

"No, not really,"

"Then, would you like to go out for some dinner that night then?" Sahari's face brightened.

"Of course- oh my God," Sahari said, her eyes widening. Sparcticus's eyes widened as well. What was she looking at? Was it sticking out of his pocket?

"A little girl lost her Barkbark!" Sahari exclaimed, pushing past Sparcticus and tearing off the piece of paper that was taped onto the pole. Sparcticus let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh really?"

"Yes! She drew a picture and everything," Sahari said, sounding a bit choked up, "Oh I hope she finds her pet soon!" Then she started to bawl at how adorable the picture looked. Sparcticus stood there a moment before putting a hand on Sahari's shoulder and pulling her into a hug.

"Oh Sahari... your mood swings are always taking the best of you..." He muttered quietly so she wouldn't hear.

Eddie almost jumped at the knock on the door.

"Oh it's her!" He fretted, chewing on his nails a bit. Edwin took no notice and was now chewing his own fingers until Eddie gently pulled them out.

"How could you chew on your fingers like this? How can I break this to her gently without making her cry?" Eddie said before shaking his head, reminding himself that Edwin was only a baby. He got up off of the couch, hearing the knock on the door again. He walked over a bit slowly, starting to feel the twitches come on. He didn't want to break the gardener's heart this way, but it had to be done-

"Hey Eddie!" Seiko said happily, planting a kiss on Eddie's cheek as she walked on it. Eddie blinked, without even realizing that he had already answered the door. He turned around, seeing Seiko leaning over the couch, making little baby noises at Edwin.

"Hi Seiko," Eddie said, walking over, twiddling his thumbs. Seiko turned around, smiling at him.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Uh," Eddie said, not really sure how to start this off. He took a deep breath, having to be a bit bold.

"Seiko, about the restaurant yesterday..." Seiko frowned.

"Oh that... listen, I have been wanting to talk to you a long time about this, but-"

"I understand if you hate kids, and I'm-"

"Hate kids? Lizard, what are you talking about?" Seiko said, a bit surprised. Eddie finally looked right at her.

"Well, the way you yelled at the kid-"

"Eddie, I don't hate kids! I was just... a bit irritated at the time," Seiko explained, taking hold of the boy's hand. Eddie blinked.

"Irritated?"

"Well, I was tired of listening to the baby cry," She said, "I mean, it's just annoying that his parents just sat there and let him cry and cry, and my GOD I was trying to talk to my friends, but then the baby would scream LOUDER, and THEN it started to throw FOOD-"

"Seiko,"

"Oh no, you just do NOT let your kid throw food, especially into MY hair!"

"Seiko,"

"And THEN the little BRAT had the NERVE to THEN-"

"Seiko your killing my hand," Eddie winced, his face clearly showing pain. Seiko blushed, releasing his hand. Eddie shook it, waiting for it to turn back to it's normal color.

"Well, kids cry and they do it all the time at other restaurants. I don't see how it would have disturbed you this time," Eddie said. Seiko looked a bit nervous, biting her bottom lip.

"Well..."

Maxime sighed, finally putting her shovel down for the first time that day. Do you really think it's easy to master romance Ellephanillas? If you say yes, my friend, you are TERRIBLY wrong. The girl sighed, taking a seat on a rock, the first time she had sat all day. Now, all she wanted to do was relax and probably call up a friend to talk with.

Unfortunately, it had to wait.

"Yo, Maxime!" A deep voice called out. Maxime looked up, seeing Bear A. Marcus standing before her. He was wearing his Fizzlybear suit as proudly as ever, and he looked a bit tired.

"Hey Bear,"

"Quiet girl, and let Bear speak. He wrote a little somethin' for ya," He said. Maxime raised a brow, crossing her arms.

"Really?"

"Yes. Now Bear presents Maxime, a poem he wrote about five minutes ago," He said, clearing his throat. Then he started to read his poem in a rapping tone of voice that sounded really, REALLY, bad-

Yo Maxime,

What's up with you?

You're looking so fine,

in those little shorty-shorts,

Girl, you really should be Bear's,

He's so fair in some ways or five,

he's also got a

5 inch 10

"I'm sorry, a 5 inch 10?" Maxime said, completely interrupting him. She completely left out the part about it being the worst poem she ever heard, and the fact that he was trying to rap it when it didn't even rhyme made it even worse.

"That's the size of Bear's pleasure stick. Now, Bear wants to finish his poem-"

"MAXIME~" A scratchy voice sounded out from the distance. Bear turned his head angrily.

"Who dares interrupt Bear's dirty talking?" He growled. That was when Dustin appeared, in his Mallowolf costume. Since the costume was destroyed once, he had put it back together with a bunch of duct tape. Yes, it looked completely terrible, and the blonde gardener was hoping that his song would make up for it.

"I did!" Dustin said, turning to Maxime. He then smiled like a goofball.

"Hi Maxime- Guess what I did?"

"Took a shower?"

"... Yes, but I also wrote you a song~" Dustin said. Maxime's eyes widened and she tried to protest when Dustin suddenly whipped out his banjo and started to play it.

Oh Maxime, the girl of my dreams,

Your so damn pretty,

It makes me wonder if you get it from your mommy or your daddy,

Most likely, it was probably from your mom~

*Banjo solo... Thingy*

Damn girl,

Your a sexy chick,

The way your booty-

"That's the WORST song Bear has EVER heard!" Bear interrupted. Dustin fumed, glaring over at him.

"Hey, I didn't interrupt your stupid poem- which was TERRIBLE by the way!"

"Oh, why you little skunkbag! Bear's gonna mess your whole face up!" Bear said, taking a step forward. Dustin swung his banjo out, only to have it be grabbed by Bear. He simply tossed it aside. Dustin paled, then ran for his life as Bear started to chase him. Maxime sat there, watching the two boys disappear into the distance.

"... Idiots," She muttered.

In case you are all wondering... no. No I did not try to write good songs... or poems xD It's freaking Bear A. Marcus and Dustin, who don't know the first THING about writing poems or songs... which are pretty much the same thing. DEAL WITH IT!

AND... I can totally write a real one if I tried xD