Soarman & Flapgirl
Episode #06 - The Double Date
Written by: CS-Pink & CS-Yellow
Editted by: CS-Masyet
Soarman: Bye, everybody! Opens front door.
Flapgirl: Where are you going?
Soarman: To another par-... I-I mean... I'm going to go shopping.
Flapgirl: Okay, but be home soon. You never know who might need saving.
Soarman: Who are you, my mother? Leaves.
Flapgirl: *sigh* (All he does is go out partying... I wonder if he even cares about me...)
TV Salesman: Are you lonely? Do you feel like no one cares about you?
Flapgirl/Steve: Yeah... *sigh*
TV Salesman: Well, you won't be anymore! With the Date Tracking device, you can track your perfect match within minutes! All you do is type in your address and hobbies, and let the Date Tracking Device do the rest! Act now, it's only $19.99!
Steve: Wouldn't that be perfect?
Flapgirl: I guess so... The phone rings. I'll get it! Answers phone.
Younginfarm: H-hello? Is this Soarman?
Flapgirl: It's just me, Flapgirl. Soarman isn't here right now.
Younginfarm: This is Younginfarm. Come to my farm quick! It's an emergency!
Flapgirl: Okay! I'll be there as soon as I can! Hangs up. Steve, Pegasi, Pierre, stay here! I have to go help Younginfarm! Flapgirl away! Flies out the window to Younginfarm's farm.
Younginfarm: Oh, you're here!
Flapgirl: Yep. Lands. Now what's the problem here?
Younginfarm: All of my chickens escaped! You have to help me find them!
Flapgirl: Okay, I'll try to help you! Flies up to the sky and scans Younginfarm's farm for his chickens. I don't see any. If only Soarman were here...
Younginfarm: Try using a bird call; maybe the chickens will come to me.
Flapgirl: I guess I could give that a try. Bakeek! Caw, caw! Bock, bock! All of the chickens come running toward her.
Younginfarm: Wow! You did it!
Flapgirl: I didn't think it would be that easy... Do you still need my help?
Younginfarm: No, I think I can manage putting them in their coops. So long!
Flapgirl: Bye! Flapgirl away! Flies back home to the Soar Nest, only to find Steve and Pierre sitting on the couch typing some information into a tiny pink computer.
Steve: Oh, you're home.
Flapgirl: Steve, Pierre, what are you doing...?
Pierre: Ve are using ze Date Tracking device.
Flapgirl: What? I told you guys to stay here while I was away!
Steve: Who are you, my mother?
Flapgirl: You don't honestly believe in that junk, do you? *sigh*
Pierre: Almost done... Presses a button. Zare! Complete!
Date Tracking Device: LOCATING... PERFECT... MATCH...
Steve: It's working!
DTD: PERFECT MATCH LOCATED.
Steve: I wonder who it is!
DTD: YOUR PERFECT MATCH IS... BERTHA AT YOUNGINFARM'S FARM.
Steve: Yay! I'll go meet her now! Grabs his para glider and flies out the window.
Pierre: My turn! Starts typing. Hmm... what do I like? Long walks on ze beach... romantic dinners... an early morning breeze...
Flapgirl: Pierre!
Pierre: What? Now for my hobbies... Types. Wrestling... weight lifting... painting portraits of girls...
Flapgirl: But that's not true!
Pierre: Who cares? It vill help me get a date! Presses locating button.
DTD: LOCATING... PERFECT... MATCH...
Pierre: I vunder who eet ees!
DTD: PERFECT MATCH LOCATED.
Pierre: Ooh...
DTD: YOUR PERFECT MATCH IS... MONIQUE OF THE CS REGION!
Pierre: Ze CS Region?!? Zat ees overseas!
Flapgirl: Maybe when Steve comes home, you can use his para glider.
Steve: I'm home! And I found Bertha!
Flapgirl: Speaking of Steve...
Steve: I'm meeting her at Younginfarm's tomorrow for a dinner here!
Pierre: I found a perfect match, but she lives in ze CS Region! May I use your para glider?
Steve: Sure.
Pierre: Leaves to find his perfect match.

Four hours later...

Pierre: I'm home! And I found Monique! I'm picking her up tomorrow for dinner here!
Steve: I guess we're double dating, then.
Flapgirl: *sigh* It's almost midnight... Soarman should be home by now. They all go to sleep.

The next morning...

Soarman: I'm home! And I brought home some cake from the par-... uh, I mean, the store!
Flapgirl: *sigh* I've been waiting for you! I had to help Younginfarm find his chickens all by myself! Why didn't you come home sooner?
Soarman: Uh... there was a long line in the check-out aisle.
Flapgirl: Yeah, sure... And by the way, Pierre and Steve have dates tonight, so we have to prepare some food.
Soarman: Okay, whatever you say, Mom...
Pierre: I have to go now if I vant to make it for dinner here vith Monique.
Steve: And I have to work on my album...

That night...

Steve: The doorbell rings. That must be Bertha! Answers door.
Bertha: Hello, Steve!
Steve: Hi, Bertha. Come in.
Bertha: Okay. Comes inside.
Soarman: Dressed in a tuxedo. May I take your coat, lovely lady?
Bertha: *blush* Gives coat.
Soarman: Your table awaits. Follow me. Leads Bertha and Steve to a table and they sit down.
Bertha: Oh Steve... this is so romantic!
Steve: Anything for you Bertha.
Soarman: Here's the menu. The menu only says spaghetti.
Bertha: I guess I'll have spaghetti...?
Soarman: Wait! I almost forgot, we have the chef's special!
Bertha: Great, what is it?
Soarman: Spaghetti.
Bertha: That's not funny.
Soarman: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the nest today!
Steve: SHUT UP SOARMAN!!!
Bertha: ...

The doorbell rings.

Pierre: Ve are here! Zis is Monique.
Monique: Hello zis house is vewy cool.
Pierre: Vhy zank you.
Soarman: You will be seated with Steve and Bertha.
Bertha: Monique?
Monique: Bertha?
Pierre/Steve: YOU KNOW EACH OTHER?!?
Bertha: We don't just know each other; we are enemies!
Monique: Vell she started it, just becauze I vas prom queen...
Bertha: IT WASN'T FAIR! YOUR PERM WAS SO HIDEOUS YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE WON!
Steve: This isn't going well...
Pierre: Monique love, ve should go somevere else.
Monique: Okay fine, but you have to promise not to zee zat turkey again!
Pierre: But...
Bertha: Stevey sweety...
Soarman: Laughs really loud. STEVEY SWEETY, HA!
Bertha: You can't ever talk to that mutt ever again!
Steve/Pierre: BUT WE'RE BUDS!
Monique: Fine then.
Bertha: Steve, I know you are friend with Pierre and I love you so much, so I'll let you hang around *gulp* that dog...
Monique: Me too, Pierre-e-poo.
Soarman: PIERRE-E-POO! Laughs really loud.
Pierre/Steve: Both of the couples kiss. *blush*
Flapgirl: Enters the room. How's the date going?
Everyone: GOOD!
Flapgirl: Good, because everyone has to leave now!
Pierre: Bye, my lovely Monique!
Monique: Bye, Pierre-e-poo.
Pierre: *blush*
Soarman: Still laughing.
Steve: Bye Bertha.
Bertha: Bye Stevey sweety!
Pegasi: NEIGH!

Monique and Bertha leave.

Soarman: So, what do you want to do, STEVEY SWEETY!
Pegasi: Is sitting at a table with a candle on it then gestures Flapgirl to come and sit.
Flapgirl: You want food too, Pegasi?
Pegasi: *sigh* Neigh...
Flapgirl: What?
Pegasi: Neigh...
Soarman: So there you have it. Today people put aside hate for love!
Flapgirl: Soarman, what are you doing?
Soarman: ... Gets punched by the Narrator.

THAT'S MY JOB!

Well, Soarman said it all. Um... oh, I got it! But will love kill friendship?