"What was that?" Kick asked Sparky. "Whawaswha?" replied the Lightopian.
"That thing!"
"Whadingy?"
"That ship- thing!"
"Ohdat?"
"Yeah that!"
"Dawasapickle"
"A what now?"
"Dapickle"
"Why are tu talking like that?"
"Because this means trouble- big trouble"


The siguiente night, Kick asked her the same question, but she just changed the subject.
"Hey look! It's Jackie!"
"Where!?"
Then, Sparky jumped out the window, and made noises like she was más constipated than trying to scare someone away. The siguiente night, he asked her again. "Look," she replied, "I just don't want anyone getting killed!" And she was off.

Monica came to visit the siguiente day. "Hi Kick" she dicho as she blushed. "I'M CONSTIPATED AND MY prendas íntimas, ropa interior REMIND ME OF TOAST! I ALSO LIKE POTATOES!" Sparky sang. They were about to head to the beach. "I'M YOUR BIGGEST fan I'LL FOLLOW tu UNTIL tu amor ME, PAPA- PAPARAZZI..." Sparky sang. As soon as Kick opened the door, a purple blur shot past him like a small, furry cannonball being fired from a cannon. "Sparky" they all dicho at once. She played happily on the beach- until a girl came. "Fluffy! It's you!" dicho the girl, "Why'd tu run away?" Sparky looked confused. "I'm your owner, Trinity!" Kick, Gunther, and Monica walked over. "You must have the wrong one," dicho Gunther, "this is Kick's pet, Sparky-"
"NO!" yelled Trinity, "YOU CAN'T HAVE FLUFFY!"

"Listen Trinity," Monica said, "we want Sparky back now-"
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"