Narrorater: The city of townsville, home pagina of the nicest, lovey-duveyest springs on earth. Young love is always seems to be nicer than the newly-grown sunflowers and daffodils. But in this case, the rowdyruff boys don't seem to be enjoying this time of jaar so much...
**we zoom in on the rrbs on townsville's cliff**
Butch: So what we gonna do, huh? I'd like to ruin the flowerbeds with my cleets!!
“ u are just so dramatic sometimes, u know? I bet there’s …”
stopped cold in the bathroom entrance, she was face to face to something that looked like either a giant, molding hair ball that hadn’t been picked up in weeks, or, hard cooked noodles all tied up as if ready to make a circus in New York City.
“ Girls, what’s going on up . . . AAAHHH!!! Bubbles, what happened!?”