Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the slightly changed plotline.
PLEASE READ: Okay, I tried and tried, but I could not find a way to make Punk Chick into HJ, so I decided to do a mash-up of Punk Chick and the season 8 episode Fun It. It was the first season 8 episode I saw and I thought it wasn't that bad. I had no idea who Randy was, and I wanted to know where the hell Kelso and Eric were, but I was like, "I'll figure it out." And guess what? I did figure it out, and I was very upset at what I found out. But anyway, for this chapter, just imagine them in their first season appearance, as well as the style of clothes they wore during the first season. What I did was just imagine them in their outfits from the episode Punk Chick, so...
Okay, let's try and make this work. Let me know if I did good :)
Donna broke the kiss, giving Eric an odd look at the feel of his hands jerking around clumsily under her shirt, "What're you doing?" The two were currently in Eric's Cruiser, in the middle of the night, parked in their usual spot in the woods so they wouldn't get caught by any patrolling officers.
Eric stared at her with slightly widened eyes, speaking quickly, "Nothing."
Donna furrowed her brows, but leaned back in for another kiss anyway. Eric's hands immediately went back under her shirt, but he was unable to unhook her bra; he felt like he was trying to figure out a combination lock.
"How's it goin' back there?" Donna asked.
"Okay, Donna," Eric said, "Just for that, I'm not takin' your bra off."
"Well, you weren't takin' it off anyway," Donna laughed.
Jackie giggled into the kiss at the feel of Steven's hands slipping under her shirt, using his fingers to lightly graze her skin in a tickling manner. The two were in her dad's Lincoln, Steven in the driver's seat and Jackie in his lap, parked somewhere in the woods so they wouldn't get caught.
His hands grazed her bra, and with two flicks of his fingers, the clasp came undone.
She broke the kiss, smiling at him, "You're really good at that."
He gave a smug smirk, "Yup."
The next day, everyone, minus Fez, sat around the basement, watching Gilligan's Island. Hyde sat in his chair, Jackie on his lap, Kelso and Donna sat on the couch, and Eric leaned back in the lawn chair.
The basement door opened up, revealing Fez, and he suddenly slammed the door, "What the hell is going on here?"
"Well," Eric said sarcastically, "These guys were supposed to go on a three hour tour, but now they're shipwrecked. And the sexual tension between Gilligan and the Skipper is reaching a breaking point."
"This show's stupid," Jackie said, "Why don't they just kill the fat one for food?"
"I'm not talking about Jilligan," Fez said irritably, "I'm talking about Eric sitting in Fez's chair."
"Fez, chairs are first come first served," Donna said, "We decided that in the Great Chair Negotiation of '75."
"Although, that doesn't apply to me," Hyde said, "Due to the If You Sit in My Chair, I'll Kick You in the Nads Amendment."
"See," Fez pointed to Hyde, "Why does he get his own chair while Fez gets nothing?"
"Here," Eric said as he stood, "You can have it, Fez, I don't mind."
Fez glared at him as he slowly settled into the lawn chair, "You'll live another day."
Eric gave him an odd look, staring as he slowly took a seat next to Donna.
"Um, okay," He said before turning his attention to Donna, grinning at her, "Hey, why don't we go for a drive?"
"I don't know," Donna teased, "Are you sure you can unlock the car?"
"Yeah, Eric's right," Kelso said as he stood, "We should get outta here, go somewhere, have some fun."
"Don't ruin our Saturday, Kelso," Hyde muttered.
"C'mooon," Kelso whined before grinning, "We can go to Fatso Burger and get some burgers and fries. Teenagers love burgers and fries."
"Ehhh," Everyone mumbled, keeping their attention on the TV.
"What if I said I would buy?" Kelso added.
Immediately, everyone stood at once, making their way to the basement door. Kelso grinned happily, speedily following them.
"Ehhh," Jackie mumbled, her face scrunched up as she stared at the Fatso Burger clown, "Look at that disgusting clown. It's totally freaking me out."
Hyde sighed, letting an arm rest around her shoulders. Everyone sat around one of the outside tables of the restaurant, their orders covering the table. Eric sat next to Donna, Fez and Kelso next to them, and Hyde pulled Jackie a little closer as she stared at Fatso the Clown with wide eyes.
"You're scared of Fatso?" Donna asked, "But he's the friendly neighborhood clown who gives grade D beef to all the boys and girls."
"Well, I just don't like the way his eyes follow me around," Jackie said, "It's the same reason I hate art."
Suddenly, the group found themselves being glared down by the owner, "What have I told you kids, what have I told you?"
"...Don't pee on the bathroom key?" Hyde quipped.
"One ketchup bottle per table, one ketchup per table."
"Why do you say everything twice?" Eric asked.
"Shut up, shut up!" He snatched three bottles from them, leaving only one behind as he stalked off.
"I hate that guy," Fez said, "He acts like he owns the place."
"Fez, he does own the place," Donna said.
"Well, he acts like it," Fez added.
"Hey," Hyde said, "He's just a small business man tryin' to make ends meet." There was a small pause, Hyde suddenly giving a wicked smirk, "Let's ruin him."
"I've got it!" Fez said excitedly, "Let's throw a bunch of pickles at his window! Then, he'll become a prisoner of his own pickle prison."
Everyone stared at him oddly for a moment.
"Or," Eric broke the silence, "We could steal Fatso."
"Steal Fatso, alright, man!" Hyde grinned.
"Yay, Eric," Donna said proudly, patting his shoulder.
"Nooo!" Fez yelled, "Boo Eric, yay Fez! Pickle attack, let's do it!" He stood, grabbing a pickle and chucking it, staring off to where he intended to throw it.
"Where did it go?" Fez said before he looked down, catching sight of Hyde glaring at him rather viciously, a pickle stuck to one of the lenses of his sunglasses.
Fez smiled nervously, "Okay, I have a better idea. Let's steal that clown!"
"We're stealing a clown!" Donna said excitedly as everyone rifled through Red's tool box in the Forman garage, "God, being bad is so exciting!"
"I know!" Eric smiled excitedly, "My palms are sweaty!"
"Mine too!" Donna grinned, "The only time my palms have ever gotten sweaty was when I was holding your sweaty palms!"
"Well, I don't want anything to do with that red nosed freak," Jackie said.
"Why are you so afraid of clowns?" Fez asked.
"It was my seventh birthday party," Jackie said, "This clown asked me if wanted to smell this pretty flower, and when I did, it squirted water all over my face! And then he offered me his handkerchief, and when I pulled it out of his pocket, it just kept coming and coming and coming and coming."
"That's why you hate clowns?" Kelso laughed a little.
"No," Hyde said, "She walked in on 'em makin' out with 'er mom."
"Pie throwing bastard!" Jackie shrieked, burying her face in Hyde's chest. Hyde pursed his lips, patting her back as Eric walked over to them holding up tools.
"Okay," He said, grinning in excitement, "Wire cutters, a crescent wrench, and a bolt cutter."
"What about an ax?" Donna asked, holding up a tiny ax, earning an odd look from everyone, "Do we need an ax?"
"Um, I think we're good," Hyde said, snatching it from her, "But if we decide to go on a killing rampage at a sleep away camp, I'll give ya a call."
"Okay, smart guy," Fez said, "I've thought of something you haven't. We need a getaway car. See, your plan is unraveling."
Eric gave him an odd look, "Fez... we're just gonna take my Cruiser."
"Damn, your plan has re-raveled," Fez muttered, "Well, everything just works out perfect for you, doesn't it, Eric?"
"I can't believe I'm an accessory to a crime," Donna said excitedly, she, Fez, and Jackie watching as Hyde, Eric, and Kelso used the tools to work on Fatso that night.
"I know," Eric grinned with her.
"We can get caught," Donna added, "I could get arrested. I could go to a girl prison, this freakin' rocks!"
"What's wrong with them?" Jackie whispered to Hyde.
He whispered back, "Mom and Dad are wound up so tight, that now that they're doin' somethin' bad, it's all just comin' loose."
Jackie nodded, staring at Eric and Donna with an odd look on her face.
"I remember my first crime," Hyde said in a normal voice, smirking, "Grand theft tricycle. I had three days in the crib for that job."
"Guys, there's a car comin', scatter!" Kelso yelled, speedily standing. Everyone followed him, scattering around and hiding in different places around the restaurant.
"Oh no," Fez whimpered, "I didn't scatter!" He quickly glanced at the incoming headlights before speedily hiding behind Fatso.
The car stopped next to the clown, revealing Bob, and he grinned, "What's cookin', Fatso?"
"Ummm," Fez mumbled before deepening his voice, though he was unable to hide his accent, "Welcome to Fatso Burger."
"I'll have a, uh, Big Fatso Combo with extra secret sauce."
"Would you like an apple pie with that?"
"Sure."
"And the extra large soda for ten cents more?"
"Okay."
"Oh, and onion rings are free with all that."
"I'll take 'em."
"So, let me read that back. One Big Fatso Combo with extra sauce, an apple pie, an extra large soda, and one onion rings?"
"You got it."
A small pause.
"I'm sorry, we're closed."
"What?" Bob cried, "Then why did you take my order?"
"Thank you, please drive away!"
"But I'm hungry!"
"Then go get a pizza!"
"I had pizza for lunch!"
"WELL WHO'S FAULT IS THAT!?"
"GO TO HELL, FATSO!"
"SEE YOU THERE, LARD ASS!"
Bob glared at the clown, slowly driving off, and the others came out of their hiding places, laughing at the scene they had just witnessed.
"That was awesome," Hyde grinned, "Bob just got into a fight with a ceramic clown."
Eric shook his head, still grinning as he, Kelso, Hyde, and Fez walked toward the clown, ready to lift it.
"Alright, Fatso," Hyde said, "You're comin' with us, and if you try to fight back... that'll scare the livin' crap out of us."
"Okay, you guys," Donna said as she and Jackie watched the guys take their places by the clown, trying to find a good way to lift it, "After this, we should steal a car. No, a kid!"
Everyone stopped, turning to her, staring.
"Donna that's kidnapping," Kelso said, giving her a weird look.
"Okay, fine," She said, "A dog. Just something alive."
"Oh my God, you guys," Donna grinned, looking around the basement, "We stole Fatso the Clown."
The clown sat in the middle of the couch, Eric next to it. Kelso stood next to Eric and Hyde, between the couch and Hyde's chair, and Jackie sat in Hyde's lap in his usual seat, Fez in the lawn chair.
"And now we're gonna..." Donna trailed off, her grin fading, "Um... What'd we do with a stolen clown?"
CIRCLE
CUT TO HYDE AND JACKIE, JACKIE IN HIS LAP
HYDE: (grinning) "This is what we do with a stolen clown."
JACKIE: (she's rather calm, making it obvious she is simply there and not participating) "Steven, this is what you do without a stolen clown."
HYDE: "Yeah, it is." (grins) "It always comes back to this."
JACKIE: (rolls her eyes)
PAN TO FATSO
ERIC: (speaks in a goofy clown voice) "Thanks for bringin' me here, you guys!"
KELSO: (comes out from behind the clown, leaning next to it with an arm around it) "So, Fatso, now that you're free, is there anything we can do for ya?"
ERIC: (using the clown voice) "Yeah! Find me a really trashy clown hooker with nice long legs and a pair of double D-" (honk, honk!) (Eric comes out from behind the clown on the side opposite to Kelso, holding a trumpet with a squeezer on the end, laughing) "Me and Kelso found this in the garage."
KELSO: (laughing goofily with a dopey, open-mouthed expression) "Makin' fake clowns sound horny is always funny."
PAN TO FEZ
FEZ: (pouting) "Oh, Eric, you think you're so funny." (snickers) "Okay, that was funny."
PAN TO ERIC, KELSO, AND FATSO
ERIC: (looking at Fez) "Fez, are you mad at me or something? You've been pickin' on me all day."
PAN TO FEZ
FEZ: "You're damn right I am mad. You always ditch me for Donna, and Hyde always ditch me for Jackie, and Kelso for Annette. You know, every day, I am here with my heart on my sleeve, hoping only for friendship and acceptance."
PAN TO DONNA
DONNA: (also appears to have not participated, glancing around at everyone oddly, stopping at Fez to stare at him strangely)
PAN TO FEZ
FEZ: "And what do I get? Abandonment. Loneliness." (looks like he wants to cry) "When is it Fez's turn? Where is my whore?"
PAN TO DONNA
DONNA: (stares at Fez with wide eyes)
PAN TO JACKIE AND HYDE
JACKIE: (stares at Fez oddly)
HYDE: (unsympathetic) "There's no whining in the Circle, Fez."
That same night, after hiding the clown in the basement shower and everyone went home, Donna and Eric decided to go for a drive in his Cruiser, stopping at their usual place.
"We seriously stole a clown," Donna grinned.
"Yeah," Eric grinned with her, placing an arm across her seat, "It's like, we were finally able to seize the moment. We've never seized the moment before." He looked at her, "We should do it more often."
"You are so right," Donna said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss. She shook a little with laughter when she felt his hands crawl over her back, and she pulled away, smiling at him.
"Okay, what's so funny?" Eric asked.
"Nothing."
"No, tell me."
"It's just, I know you're goin' foe the bra."
"No, how do you know?"
Donna giggled, "Every time you go for my bra, your lips stop moving."
Eric pursed his lips, "So, um, you're really not having any fun?"
Donna furrowed her brows, "No, I'm having a good time. I would just like a little attention while you're struggling with my underwear. I'm here, too. It doesn't always hafta be about the twins."
Eric laughed, "The twins? Is that what you call 'em? That is so very hot."
Donna glared at him.
"Okay," Eric said, taking his arm from her, knowing he was in trouble for that, purposely knocking his forehead against the steering wheel.
"Take me home," Donna ordered.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" Eric said, quickly drawing scissors with his hand, holing them next to Fatso's hand. They had removed Fatso from the shower the next day, setting him back on the couch. Eric sat next to it on the couch arm, Kelso standing behind him. Fez sat in the lawn chair, Jackie in Hyde's lap in his usual seat.
"Paper again, Fatso?" Eric snickered, "I win."
"Ooo," Kelso grinned excitedly, "Let me try. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" He drew paper, and he pouted, trying again, "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" He drew paper, and pouted once again, giving the clown a fed up look, "Okay, this isn't gonna work unless you try something' else!"
The basement door opened, Donna speed walking through straight to the TV, "You guys, I gotta turn on the TV."
"Ugh, Donna," Jackie said, "No one's in the mood for one of your muscle building shows."
"No," Donna said as she turned the TV to the correct channel before taking a seat, "My mom and dad are on the news. The whole town is pissed about Fatso being stolen."
They all turned their attention to the TV, seeing Bob, Midge, and Kitty on the news, standing next to the Fatso Burger owner.
"I'll always remember where I was when I heard the news about Fatso being stolen," Bob said, "I was readin' the paper on the can. It was the same way with Kennedy."
Midge nodded in agreement, "It's true. I'm the one who told him about Kennedy while he was there."
Kitty snatched the microphone from the interviewer, and the camera did a close up and them. "Whoever stole this," She said, "You didn't just steal a clown, you stole a little piece of Point Place, and you should ashamed of yourselves. I have a message for you from this man," she looked at the owner, "Who's too choked up to speak. We will find you," he voice lowered and her eyes narrowed, "We will find you."
"I knew we shouldn't have stolen that clown," Jackie said as she stood, "If we wanted to get back at that Fatso Burger guy, we should've just done what my dad would've done; hire the Segedo Brothers to torch the place!"
"This is big," Eric said, "The whole town's upset."
"Well, what're we gonna do?" Kelso asked.
"This is simple, it's just so freakin' simple!" Donna said, "All we need to do is get rid of the body. We need a hacksaw, a bunch of garbage bags, and a bathtub filled with acid."
"Guys, this is serious," Hyde said as he stood, taking a place next to Jackie, "Do you know what the penalty for stealin' a clown is? The cops line you up and then they shoot you with one of those guns that has a flag that says bang." He suddenly snickered, wrapping an arm around Jackie's shoulders, "I've been wantin' to say that all day, man." Jackie rolled her eyes.
The basement door opened, and Red walked through, stopping his tracks at the sight of Fatso, and Eric ducked his head.
"What in the world?"
"Okay, Red, before you kill us one by one," Fez said, "Let me just say this," he pointed to Eric, "It was his idea!"
"It was your idea?"
"Well, dad-"
"Good job, son," Red grinned, "I hate that ugly thing. It's always smilin' when nothin's funny."
"Okay, so," Kelso stuttered, "You're not angry?"
"What made you think I'd be angry?" Red asked, a confused look on his face.
"Um," Hyde said, "Every other experience we've ever had with you."
"Well, I think it's hilarious," Red said, "But Kitty is very upset, apparently this thing is some kind of symbol of our love. Help me toss it in the dumpster."
"Whoa, I am not touching that thing," Jackie said as Eric, Kelso and Red lifted it, taking a seat on the couch.
"Whoa, I don't have a grip!" Kelso warned, losing his grip on the clown, making it fall and smack the arm of the couch. The head flew off, rolling right onto Jackie, and she let out a very loud scream.
"What is going on down there?" Kitty's voice called from upstairs.
"Hide the clown!" Red ordered, and Donna grabbed the head, tossing it to Kelso.
"Whoa, I don't want it!" He tossed to Eric, who quickly shook his head and handed it to Jackie.
"Oh my God, it's looking at me!" Jackie shrieked.
Hyde tapped her shoulder, opening up the deep freeze for her and Jackie quickly scampered up, tossing the head in while the others hid the body in the shower. Everyone quickly found seats, trying to act normal as Kitty descended the stairs
"What on earth was all that yelling?" She asked.
"Oh, mom," Eric stuttered, "We were just watching the boy in the plastic bubble, and someone came running at the bubble with a pair of scissors."
"Well, did you kids hear that someone stole Fatso the Clown?" Kitty asked.
"Um, no," Hyde said, "This is the first we're hearin' it."
"I bet it was those same people who vandalized the water tower," Kitty said, not catching the glances everyone sent each other, "I am just so upset about this that I need to make some comfort food, so I came down here to get peas for a casserole."
"NO!" Everyone shouted just as she opened the deep freeze, and she turned to them with wide eyes, "What?"
"Um," Eric said in a small voice, "Aren't fresh peas better?"
"Well, don't be silly," She said, keeping her eyes on them as she reached into the deep freeze, giving them odd looks, "Frozen peas are fine. It's not a holiday."
Everyone turned back around with sighs of relief as she slowly made her way back to the stairs, counting off the ingredients she needed.
"Oh, I forgot the corn," She said, opening the deep freeze back up as everyone turned to her with wide eyes.
Kitty screamed.
Everyone stood around Fatso, his head and body next to each other on the couch.
"I can't believe you dismembered Fatso," Kitty said, "What is the matter with you kids, this clown means something to people. Look how upset Red is."
"Yes!" Red stuttered, "Upset! All of you... dumbass!"
"Mrs. Forman, I can explain," Hyde said, "There's nothin' to do in this town."
"I am so disappointed in you," Kitty said, "I've opened my home to you, I've cooked meals for you, I've loved you like you were my own children."
"Yeah, guys," Kelso said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "C'mon. Honestly." He looked at her, "Can you believe them?"
Kitty glared at him, and he nervously retracted his arm.
"Now," She said, "You are gonna glue poor Fatso back together and you are gonna take him back to his Burger. Right, Red?"
Red stuttered again, "Yes! Because if, if you don't... furious! Foots in asses!" He shook his head, quickly heading for the stairs, Kitty following him.
"Holy hell," Kelso said, "Did you see that? I've never seen Red that pissed before."
Everyone gave him stupid looks.
Everyone sat in the Cruiser, Eric driving, Donna next to him, and Hyde next to her with Jackie in his lap. Kelso and Fez sat in the back with Fatso between them, his head fixed.
"I can't believe we're takin' the clown back," Donna said, "You know what we shoulda done? Smashed it into powder, mixed it into Fatso burgers, and force fed it to that redundant old fart who owns the place." She laughed, "That would be sick!"
"Oh, man, Fez, there's a cop followin' us," Hyde said.
Fez quickly sat up, "Where?"
"Don't look," Hyde said, "He's pullin' up next to us. Quick, cover the clown with your body."
"Make it look like you're makin' out with it," Kelso said.
"No, I don't want to," Fez whined.
"C'mon, Fez, we can't get caught now!" Eric said, and Fez quickly followed the orders, covering the clown with his body, placing his head directly in front of the clown's.
Jackie smiled at Hyde, covering her mouth with her hand, and he grinned back at her.
"Hey, someone put their old gum in his mouth!" Fez said.
"I did that," Hyde grinned, and everyone laughed, "There is no cop, and you just kissed a clown!"
"I cannot believe I got to third base with a clown," Fez pouted.
Everyone gave him an odd look.
"Fez," Donna said, "There's nothing below its waist."
"Well, I got a hold of something," Fez grouched, still pouting.
Everyone stood around Fatso, back in his place at the Fatso Burger drive-through.
"I used to think criminals were stupid for returning to the scene of the crime," Donna said, "But I get it now. It's all about the rush!"
"You know," Jackie smiled, "Now that I've seen Fatso make out with Fez, he's not so scary anymore. He's just a clown."
"Yup," Hyde said, "And there it is; clown's back, everyone's happy, and none of us went to jail... What a waste of time."
"Well, everyone," Fez smiled, wrapping an arm around Fatso, "Looks like Fez saved the day. Fatso is back on his bum."
"So all the bolts are nice and tight?" Kelso asked.
"Yes, of course. I used a catchy little jingle; righty loosely, lefty tighty."
"Fez," Eric furrowed his brow, "It's righty tighty, lefty loosey."
"Are you sure?" Fez asked, moving is hand toward Fatso, "Because I-"
He cut himself off when his hand tapped Fatso, knocking it off the stand and into the concrete, breaking apart. Everyone stared at the broken clown, wide eyed.
"Shot gun!" Kelso suddenly shouted, running off, and everyone quickly followed. Donna suddenly stopped and ran back, grabbing a small red ball, glancing around.
"I'm takin' the nose," She muttered before taking off again.
"Hey, thanks for drivin' me home, Forman," Hyde said as he and Eric walked up his porch steps after dropping everyone off, wanting to get home quickly so no one would ask where they were when they saw the clown, "But did you really hafta walk me to the door?"
"Well, I needed to talk to you," Eric said, taking a seat on the porch steps. Hyde looked at him for a moment, fearful that he caught onto his situation before sighing and taking a seat next to him.
"Hyde," Eric said, "I've never told this to another human being before, but I... I... cannot get Donna's bra off."
Hyde stared at him for a moment, completely caught off guard, before snorting. "Okay," He said, "Hooks or snaps?"
"Both! She keeps throwin' me change ups!"
"Alright, here's what you do, okay? You buy a bra and ya practice on it at home, then you give it to Donna as a gift."
Eric grinned at him in awe, "That's brilliant! You're like an evil genius, man!"
The next night, Donna and Eric sat in the Cruiser, parked in their usual spot. Donna appeared a little bored and annoyed.
"Well, whadya know?" She said, "We're parked again."
"Right," Eric said, "But this time, I just wanna talk. Donna, I am really sorry if I did anything to make you feel uncomfortable."
"Well, thanks. I guess part of that's my fault. But, I think I know something that'll make you feel better," She smiled.
"Okay," Eric said in a small voice, his eyes wide.
"Well, I've been having a rough time lately because now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend, and now that you know I'm on the pill, it's like you're always pawing at me. And I wanna fool around, but then I think if you get to second base, you'd have a pretty good view of home, and when that happens, who knows what'll happen to you and me?" She rambled, "Because, look at what happened to Jackie and Hyde. I mean, sure they're closer now that it happened, but it doesn't always work that way. With other couples, sex changes everything, and that really, really sucks."
"Okay, um," Eric said, "How does this make me feel better?"
Donna smiled at him, "I'm not wearing a bra."
He stared at her with wide eyes, "You are the best girlfriend ever."
He pulled her in for a deep kiss.
Jackie jumped, letting out a small yelp when she heard a noise by her window. She pulled the curtains aside, and Steven grinned at her from behind the window. She rolled her eyes, but smiled and unlocked and opened the window for him, backing up so he could have room to hop in.
"I like that nightie," He grinned.
She swatted his arm, "Shut up. Why're you here?"
"Just wanted to stay over. Your parents aren't home, right?"
She smiled at him, letting him pull her closer by the waist, "No."
"Good," He murmured quietly, leaning down and pulling her into a deep kiss, leading her backwards to her bed. He broke the kiss, lying her down, following her.
"And don't worry," He smirked when they were settled on the bed, him on top of her, "I'll protect you from scary, ceramic clowns."
She rolled her eyes, still smiling, pulling him back down into the kiss.
Okay, I'm not sure about this chapter cuz of the mash-up, but I honestly couldn't find a way to change Punk Chick, so... this is what I came up with :)