Chapter 2: Decorating
The weekend has started. Frida still remained a fixture in Ronnie Anne's bedroom. Ronnie Anne and Sid are sitting in Ronnie Anne's room playing a video game. Sid began to rest her head on Frida's butt.
Sid: Hey, Ronnie Anne, when did you get this soft bean bag chair?
Ronnie Anne: Uhh, Sid? That's not a bean bag chair, it's my aunt's butt.
Frida: Hello, Sid.
Sid: Oh dang! I'm sorry, Frida.
Sid quickly gets up off of Frida's butt.
Sid: You did tell me she got herself stuck, Ronnie Anne. But I didn't think it was in here.
Ronnie Anne: Yeah, she's been stuck there for a couple days now.
Sid: Boy, must be quite an eyesore to see this in your room every day.
Ronnie Anne: It is, I can hardly concentrate on anything without looking at it!
Sid: You know, if my mom had gotten indefinitely stuck in my window, I'd try to give it some homey touches.
Ronnie Anne: What do you mean by that?
Sid: Observe.
Sid then sets a board on Frida's legs. She then decorates the board with a few of Ronnie Anne's items.
Sid: And voila, you have a shelf!
Ronnie Anne: Hmm, not bad Sid.
Ronnie Anne then gets an idea.
Ronnie Anne: Ooh, let me try something.
Ronnie Anne then places a doily on Frida's butt and puts a flowerpot on top of it.
Sid: Not a bad place for a plant.
Frida: Hey, what's going on back there?
Sid: Hold on, I have an even better idea.
Sid whispers in Ronnie Anne's ear.
Ronnie Anne: Oooh, that ought to be fun.
Frida was wondering what the two friends were cooking up. Meanwhile inside the room, Ronnie Anne took a marker and started drawing a face on Frida's butt.
Frida started giggling from the feeling, and it made her butt wobble like an oversized water balloon. With all that wobbling, Ronnie Anne ended up messing up the mouth to the face she was drawing on Frida's butt.
Ronnie Anne: Dang it, Tía Frida. You messed up my drawing!
Frida: Sorry mija-wait, drawing!?
Ronnie Anne had "attempted" to draw a moose face on Frida's butt.
Ronnie Anne: Well, it'll have to do, I guess.
Ronnie Anne then sticks two big sticks on Frida's sides.
Ronnie Anne: And done. Hunting trophy! I gotta take a pic of this. Now where did I put my phone?
Frida had winced from when Ronnie Anne stuck the sticks into her sides, she now felt a rather pinching feeling in her thighs.
Frida: Ouch!
As Ronnie Anne searches all around the room for her cell phone. Someone comes up the fire escape. It was none other than Sid.
Sid: Hello, Mrs. Casagrande.
Frida: Sid, what are you doing up here?
Sid: I just thought I'd come and check on you.
Frida: Well, thanks, I guess. What have you two been doing back there by the way?
Sid: Oh, just some decorating as all. Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you this pretty flower I found in the park.
Frida: Really? For me? Oh, that's so sweet of you!
Frida begins crying her eyes out. Sid gives an uneasy look at this.
Inside the room, even Ronnie Anne could hear Frida crying.
Ronnie Anne: Ah gee, there she goes again.
Ronnie Anne then noticed her decorating work was starting to shake.
Ronnie Anne: Oh no.
She then runs over and holds it together. Frida would then stop crying, causing all the shaking to stop.
Ronnie Anne: *sighs in relief* That was a close one. I really need to find that phone.
Then she went back to looking.
Frida: Thank you so much for the flower, Sid. It's beautiful!
Sid: I thought you'd like it.
Frida takes a sniff of the flower, suddenly her nose begins to twitch.
Frida: Uh oh, Sid w-what type of flower is this?
Sid: A tulip. Why?
Frida: Oh no, I-
Frida was about to sneeze. Inside, everything Ronnie Anne put around Frida's butt was shaking again.
Ronnie Anne: Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Ronnie Anne runs over and tries once again to hold together the decorations.
Ronnie Anne: Hold it, Tía Frida! Hold it!
Frida: Ah ahh... AH CHOOOO!
With that sneeze let out, everything went flying all over the place.
After everything settled down, Ronnie Anne laid in the middle of the floor. A mound of soil from the pot was on her head with a flower on top.
Frida: Sorry, I was trying to say I'm very allergic to tulips.
Sid's hair was blown back due to the force of the sneeze.
Frida: Say, what was all that noise I heard inside? Did I knock something over?
Sid: Umm, I'll go check.
Then Sid ran off to head back inside. She arrives at Ronnie Anne's room to see it a complete mess.
Sid: Aw man, all our work destroyed. Did you at least get the picture?
Ronnie Anne dusts herself off.
Ronnie Anne: No, I couldn't find my phone. Why did you have to give my aunt a tulip?!
Sid: I was just trying to do something nice for her, I didn't know she'd be allergic.
Ronnie Anne: Well now you know. Anyways, what happened to your hair?
Sid: Oh yeah, your aunt's sneeze did that. It was as strong as an industrial fan.
Sid then combs her hair back to normal. She then looks at the drawing Ronnie Anne made on Frida's butt.
Sid: Um, what's that supposed to be?
Ronnie Anne: It was supposed to be a moose.
Sid: A moose, really?
Ronnie Anne: Yeah, but I messed it up.
Frida: What's this about a moose?
Ronnie Anne: Uhh, nothing!
Then the 2 girls both took a look at the flower on Ronnie Anne's head.
Sid: Heh, you know with that flower on your head, you kinda look like Hanazuki from that kiddie show my sister likes to watch sometimes.
Ronnie Anne: Very funny Sid.
Later that night.
Ronnie Anne is trying to sleep, but her aunt's loud snoring is keeping her awake. She tried putting the pillow over her head, but that didn't work either.
Ronnie Anne then gets up out of her bed and rests her head on her aunt's rear with bloodshot eyes.
Ronnie Anne: *whispers to herself* I really hope she thins out soon!
Meanwhile outside, Frida is sleeping soundly with a blanket curled around her. Then someone walks up the fire escape and wakes her up.
Frida: *dazed* Wha... What's going on?!
Carl: Hey, Mom. There's something I need you to do for me.
Frida: *yawns* Carl? Shouldn't you be in bed?
Carl: Sorry to wake you, but could you sign this permission slip for my field trip?
Frida: What? Couldn't you have asked me earlier.
Carl: A lot of things happened today, and I forgot.
Frida: Alright fine, let me just read it first.
Carl: Hold on, I was thinking maybe you could sign it without reading it.
Frida: Why would I do it that way?
Carl: Well... because it's so much trouble. Especially given how sleepy you must be right now.
Frida: *yawn* Well, that's true. But still, I'm not comfortable signing something without reading it first.
Carl: Tell you what, if you sign it without reading, I'll give you a little something.
Carl then reaches into his pocket. Ronnie Anne was listening in from inside.
Ronnie Anne: *whispers* The heck are you doing, Carl?
Carl then pulls out a tamale from his pocket. When Frida saw this, her mouth started watering.
Frida: A tamale?!
Ronnie Anne: A tamale?! Oh no!
Ronnie Anne quickly dashes out of her bedroom.
Carl: Yep, just sign this, and you can have this tasty snack.
Frida: Well... okay. I suppose one little tamale couldn't hurt.
So, Frida was about to grab the tamale, but then Ronnie Anne came running out by them.
Ronnie Anne: STOP!
Ronnie Anne then snatches the tamale from Carl.
Ronnie Anne: NOT ONE BITE!
Frida: Ronnie Anne, I swear, I wasn't going to eat it. I was just gonna... taste it.
Carl: Yeah, besides Ronnie she hasn't had a decent meal in days. What's wrong with one little tamale?
Ronnie Anne: We can't risk her gaining anymore weight, then we'll have to wait even longer to get her unstuck!
Carl: Ah, you don't know jack!
Ronnie Anne: Oh yeah?
Ronnie Anne then takes the paper away from Carl.
Carl: Hey, give that back!
Ronnie Anne: Tía Frida, Carl was tricking you. This isn't a permission slip, it's his report card.
Frida took a look at it, and it looked like Carl had a lot of bad grades. Frida began steaming with rage.
Frida: CARRRRLLLL!
Carl: *gulp*.
Frida: To your room right now! You're grounded until I'm out of this window!
Carl: What!? Mom!
Frida: I don't want to hear it, Mister! You should know better than to fool your poor stuck mother. Now get to your room, right now!
Carl then walks down the fire escape grumbling to himself.
Frida: Thanks for telling me, Ronnie Anne. But could I have at least one taste of that tamale?
Ronnie Anne looked down at the tamale in her hand, then she just threw it out of sight.
Frida: Aw, what a waste.
Ronnie Anne: I'm sorry Tía Frida, but we have to do what we can to get you unstuck as soon as possible.
Frida: *sigh* I know.
Frida then gets a depressed look on her face.
Ronnie Anne: Say, how about I keep you company out here tonight?
Frida: Are you sure? It might be kinda chilly out here.
Ronnie Anne: We can share the blanket you're using. It looks big enough for two.
Frida: Oh, I suppose we could.
Ronnie Anne then sits down next to her stuck aunt while Frida blankets her and herself. The two then fell asleep together on this blissful night.