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leaving'/><category term='boys night out...'/><category term='park'/><category term='Sora liked Zero'/><category term='Six Flags'/><category term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' 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/&gt;Sora: Why do I get the feeling none of us know the real Zero...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:... Because all of us, even me- his best friend- didn't really bother to get to know him... Nikki did. You know Zero's heart better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *blushes and starts to cry* Zero... Zero... Don't leave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *looks out the window. The clouds look dark and lightning strikes and thunder rumbles in the distance.* Why do I get the feeling something bad is about to happen...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 100:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone except Zero is still in the hospital room. Sora has her arm around Nikki as she quietly sobs, listening to the booming thunder outside. Only ten minutes have passed since Zero running out, crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Well....this is sort of a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sort of?! What do you mean sort of!! Everything is falling apart at the seams! AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon and Dominic: Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Our lives should be a sitcom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *sniffling* How....how can you all sit here and make jokes like this?? I can't live without Zero! I can't live &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; him! I don't know what to do! *shuts her eyes closed, hoping that will stop the tears from flowing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Shhh....it'll be alright. It always is. *rubbing her back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a huge lightning bolt comes down, lighting up the room, followed by a crash of thunder. Making everyone jump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *leaning on Sora* I hate this!! *an overall dead feeling floating through the air. The whole room seeming utterly depressing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: ....What are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: What do you mean, Jkfrt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: This is stupid.....this is so pointless! *raising her voice. Echoing through the small room filled with so many close friends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Jkfrt....are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Just listen! This happens to us ALL the TIME! And what do we do about it? Nothing! Sit back and cry our hearts out, feeling sorry for each other?? What's that going to solve? Now I don't know about you, but I'm sick of this same process, same cycle, that goes on every day. I want to put a STOP to it. *stands up, putting a fist in the air* I won't let a few harsh words get me down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Sure there are some bumps in the road, but we can get back up again! We all stand together as a unit! As a &lt;i&gt;family!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: You're right! We've been through everything together! Why wouldn't we be able to do the same this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Exactly. The love we all share for each other is more than enough to keep us going. *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Just look at Chica and Dillon, they made a great recovery! *everyone turns to look at Dillon and Chica, who are having a make-out fest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *covers her eyes* GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *blushing, pulls back* Sorry.... Nice speech by the way, Jkfrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Sure thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Umm....I think we're all still wondering. Chica, Dillon, would you mind telling us what happened between you two now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *looks at Chica smiling* You wanna tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Okay....but it's kind of a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: We have time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ...All right. So it was late last night. I was in my room, listening to Fluffy's band's latest album, &lt;i&gt;Story of a Squirrel...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICA'S FLASHBACK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica is in her bedroom—the second story of the house—dressed in her pink frilly pajamas. The Backstreet Squirrel's CD is playing softly at a low volume on the stereo. Chica is laying on her stomach sprawled out on her bed, reading a book, humming to herself the tune to the music. Peaceful. The window is closed, but the curtain is pushed to the side, revealing the darkness of the night sky. Chica begins to hear a faint, far away sound coming from somewhere besides the stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *lifts her head up from the book* Huh...? What's that sound? *pauses, listening carefully. She can definitely hearing something. Turns the stereo down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ...It's coming from outside... *Chica stands up, walks over to the window, listening to the mysterious music. When Chica pears out the window, she is surprised to see Dillon, standing outside her window, singing, playing a piano*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *gasps. puts a hand up to cover her mouth* D-Dillon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *looking up at Chica on the second story as he sings and plays the instrument. Singing "Hello Beautiful" by Vic Mignogna-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hello my beautiful, It seems I just can't stay away&lt;br /&gt;It's been so very long, That I've ever felt anything this strong&lt;br /&gt;Hold my heart, the way you did an hour ago...&lt;br /&gt;I've said all I can say, And yet I must be sure you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love love love you&lt;br /&gt;I need need need you&lt;br /&gt;I long long long to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;In my arms again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so sad to&lt;br /&gt;Ever hurt hurt hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'm more afraid of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;Than anything before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyyy.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ohhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love you&lt;br /&gt;I need need need you&lt;br /&gt;I long long long to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;In my arms again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so sad to&lt;br /&gt;Ever hurt hurt hurt you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm more afraid of losing you&lt;br /&gt;Then anything before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please can I have one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here is the song Dillon is singing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbn4e-WWyEI )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ....I....I.... *speechless* Dillon.... *a silent, happy tear falls from her face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *calling up to Chica's window, still sitting at his piano* I love you, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *smiling ear-to-ear* ...I love you too, Dillon! I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: ...That's great and all, but.... Can you come down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: You expect me to climb down there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *sighs* Alright then, I'm coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: WHAT?! I'm on the second floor! How do you intend to— *too late. Dillon starting to climb up the edge of the house, climbing the wall flowers. Stops, picks a rose, and puts it in his mouth. Continues up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Dillon...this is so dangerous.... *the wind blowing her hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *voice muffled from the rose* Shut up, I'm coming! ...I need help getting in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Oh my gosh— *takes Dillon's hand, pulling him through the window* PUUUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What am I, giving birth?! *falls, landing in Chica's room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *helps him up* Dillon...I had no idea you had such a beautiful voice. You...you're so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *gives Chica the rose* I just wanted to show you how I really feel.... *puts one hand behind his head* I've never really been too good with words. I mean they just come out of my mouth before I have time to think about what I'm saying, and I don't make sense, then I talk to fast...and don't usually do this around girls....I mean only around girls I really really like, and I just don't—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chica silences Dillon with a kiss. Dillon's eyes open wide with shock, then close slowly, kissing Chica back for a long while. Chica finally pulls back and smiles at Dillon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: ...&lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: ...So does that mean you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Of course stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Just making sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: So.... *awkward, because they are both in Chica's bedroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Yeah, uh...I should probably go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Right. How are you going to get back out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I thought it was obvious. I'll just use the window again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: But—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hey, I made it up the first time, remember? So I should be able to get back down. *starts climbing out the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Careful...thank you, Dillon. For everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *smiles* I should be the one thanking you. *falls as he tries to climb back down the side of the house*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Dillon! Are you okay?? *sticking her head out the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon?: *on the ground* I'm okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chica's mom walks in as she has her head out the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica's mom: Chica, who on &lt;i&gt;earth&lt;/i&gt; are you talking to??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *turns around fast* Nothing! Nobody! Just a monkey. *sheepish smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: ....I don't get you at all. *leaves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF FLASHBACK. HOSPITAL ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ...And that's what happened. *looking happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh my gosh, Dillon, I had no idea my cousin was such a romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *glaring jokingly at Star* Shut up. *blushing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: HE'S BLUSHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: *takes out a video camera* Dillon's blushing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Don't you dare! *starts chasing Joy around the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *sighs* Ugh...my boyfriend is so immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *sitting back down next to Chica* Sorry honey. *puts his arm around her waste* It's a guy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *leans on him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That's cute and all...but what about Zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Hmm... I personally have never seen him feel so strongly for anything...or anyone...before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Neither have I! And that says something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: He probably needs some time to sort this out a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But I don't have time! I need to know the truth about his love &lt;i&gt;now!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Patience Nikki. How about you call him later? *hopeful smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ...Umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'm not a dog!! *Jkfrt gives Nikki puppy-dog-eyes, impossible to say "no" to* ..........FINE.........I guess I could do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: *turns to Star* And what about you and Dominic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic and Star: ....What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah, what's the story with you two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *starts blushing* Well...it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Common guys, don't hide it from us, speak up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: It can't be &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *glares at Haseo* Actually, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Tell us or I'll.......I'll throw the baking mix at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: You can't even find the baking mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Oh yeah.... *starts looking around* Has anyone seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: ....Uh, no....but Star, I'll tickle you if you don't spit it out! *jumps forward, tickling Star, making her freak out laughing and squirming every where, flinging her arms around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *shoves Joy off with the one arm not in a cast* Just tell her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Okay...okay...We're going out now. *blushing and smiling at Dominic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The whole entire room squeals and "awww"s, making Star and Dominic blush more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Cut it out, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I knew it! *turns to Dillon, holding a hand out* You owe me five bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *groans, giving her a five dollar bill*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You put a &lt;i&gt;bet&lt;/i&gt; on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ....Maybe.... *slowly puts the money in her pocket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: *clapping her hands together* You're just such a cute couple! *laughs as Star shoots her best friend Jkfrt a death glare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: *crosses her arms, amused* So. Let's see you kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic + Star: WHAT?! NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: *plugs her ears at the loud scream* Alright! Not there yet, I get it! Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jkfrt shoots a proud smile at Star. Star returning it with a nod, knowing what it means, almost like the two friends can read each other's minds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *turns to Nikki, wanting to change the subject* So you'll call Zero later, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *fidgets* ....If it's the right thing to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: *smiles at her* Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *arm around Yuko* So, for now, who wants to go to Fluffy Cafe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: OH, I do!! You all have to check out the new napkin dispensers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLUFFY CAFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fluffy and her band the Backstreet Squirrels are up on the stage playing. Star is roller-blading around doing her job as a waitress/chief, Sora is behind the counter serving drinks, and the rest of the gang is sitting at the bar drinking soft drinks and juice. Mokona is asleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: *taking a sip of Mountain dew, IN HER SLEEP* Yum..... Do the dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *passing by on her skates* Hey, that's my line!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *taking a loud sip of her smoothie* I feel so much better guys! ...And it's NOT because Dominic just got his leg stuck in the toilet, and made me laugh so hard smoothie came out my noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Which &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; had to clean up by the way, thank you. *sarcastic. Nikki sticks her tongue out at her, Nikki's tongue blue from the smoothie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: That was &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; painful, mind you! Why don't you get a leg stuck in the toilet and see how YOU like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: I don't think I'm capable of getting my foot stuck in the toilet. Only you would have a stupidity level high enough to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star: *rolling by serving food, calls back to Nikki* Hey, don't you go calling my boyfriend stupid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chica: Awww.... that's so cute, sticking up for your boyfriend like that...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joy: *runs in* Guys!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haseo: What is it now?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joy: *panting, out of breath from running* Giant...man-eating....hobo...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mokona: *still sleeping, jumps out of her chair, hands in fists* I'm ready for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*A homeless person with a beergut the size of a huge monstertruck comes bursting in, who clearly needs to trim his toenails and shave his whiskery beard*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hobo: Can I use your bathroom??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: I think it's confused.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mokona: *blows a whistle, summoning Kyo, the giant orange dragon. Kyo comes flying in breathing fire*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hobo: *starts swinging around at the dragon, as if it was a fly* BUZZ OFF!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kyo: RAAAAAAAWR.................. *Mokona just standing awkwardly in her sleep in the ground*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yuko: YEAH!! Blow him to pieces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star: &lt;em&gt;Reese's&lt;/em&gt; pieces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hobo: Tell my wife I love her...! *shrivels to the ground, as if melting. Getting smaller and smaller before finally disappearing*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mokona: *pets the dragon on the head* Good boy Kyo! *Kyo starts purring*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dominic: Why is it that all of the animals in this story have to purr?? *Star shrugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fluffy: &lt;em&gt;Squeak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Nikki's phone rings. She looks at it*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jkfrt: Who is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: You're kidding me... It's Zero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yuko: Well then answer it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *worried look, sighs. Flips the phone open* Hello?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*No response. The only noise Nikki is able to hear is the sound of some faint, distance chatting*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: Hello? Zero...can you hear me? .....I think he dialed my number on accident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mokona: *wakes up* WHAT HAPPENED???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chica: Nothing. Calm down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: Shhh!! I think I can hear what he's saying... *listening hard*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *voice very faint. Not knowing he accidentally called Nikki* Yeah......I regret ever meeting that girl in the first place. She is the source of all my problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *eyes start tearing up* Is he....talking about me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star: What's going on? What's he saying?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: ....That's right, my ex-girlfriend... She was terrible. I'm so glad I broke up with her when I had the chance. That girl was evil!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *listening with her eyes wide and hurt* ...Zero...how could you? Was everything you said a lie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Of course I never loved her! Had a terrible sense of fashion, too. *a long pause* I hate that girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *Throws it on the counter without hanging up. Runs out of Fluffy Cafe with tears in her eyes* I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; you Zero Fox!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sora: What was that about?? *picks up the cellphone, listening*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *still faint voice* I will never go back to dating that Maria chick ever again. *sounding disgusted* Nikki is the only girl I will ever have in my heart ever again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LATER THAT NIGHT: NIKKI'S ROOM:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Nikki is laying face-down on her bed, crying. There is a box of tissues next to her, on the bed. Tissues are sprawled out all around the room covering the floor. Nikki's mom walks in*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs. H: Nikki, honey? You've been like this for the last four hours... Your father can't get to sleep with all of this crying going on in the next room over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *in between sobs* Well I'm SORRY for having my HEART broken by ZERO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs. H: Story of your life sweety..... you say that once a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: Duh! Why do you think I hate him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs. H: Because he never paid the bill at dinner?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: That too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs. H: Well, pull yourself together, because he's been calling non-stop for the past 30 minutes or so... he's not giving up any time soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: That's been &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; calling? I thought it was just the neighbors telling me to shut up.....they've been screaming that at me through the window, you know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*voice coming from the window* SHUT UP!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *cries some more* SHUT YOURSELF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs. H: Enough of that... Next time he calls you had better answer. *smiles* You've been through this multiple times. I'm sure you can solve it this time. 36th time's a charm~! *leaves*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: Ugh. You don't understand me Mom!!! *picks up a dart. Throws it at the dart board, a picture of Zero on the board. Hitting the picture in his eye* Bull's eye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*bored, Nikki turns the radio on. A commercial is on*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Radio: Hello all you broken hearted girls and boys out there! Tired of all the teenage drama? Sick of the same relapse over and over again? Well I'm hear to tell you...... that I am a middle-aged man, and there is NO getting out of it. *Nikki quickly turns off the radio, throwing the electronic across the room, it breaking when it hits the wall*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs. H: What was that?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: MY SELF ESTEEM!! *the phone rings. Nikki sits there and lets it ring, staring at it and sobbing the whole time, knowing it's Zero*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: Dang you Zero... you've done some messed up things in your days, but this has to be the worst. *sees the phone light blinking, meaning that there is a message on it. Nikki picks up the phone and begins listening to the voice mail left by the caller, or in this case, Zero Fox.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *voice on the message. Sounds very dipressed and regretful* Hey Nikki... It's me Zero, if you haven't figured that out yet... I just called to let you know that we--me and my family--are leaving to move to New York today. We just left, we're driving to the airport... I wanted to say goodbye in person but my dad wouldn't let me.... he says you're bad for my health. But I guess this will do... Goodbye Nikki Hori. *the message ends*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *drops the phone* Zero....moved? Today?! NOW?!! *bursts out of her bedroom. Runs into the garage, climbing on her bike and putting on her helmet*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs. H: *calls out to her* Nikki, how many chicken nuggets do you want for dinner? Two or three?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: Four! And don't hog the ketchup this time!! *rides her bike down the street in a hurry, maneuvering her way to the airport. It starts to lightly rain. Passing by a park, seeing little children laughing and playing. Remembering when Nikki and Zero would play together as pre-schoolers, digging in the sand*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FLASHBACK:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Nikki and Zero are only 4 years old, playing in the sand box together. They both look so adorible, young and inocent. Baby Zero throws some sand at Baby Nikki*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *her baby teeth just poking through her gum, soft short hair in pigtails* Hey, you got it in my clothes! *giggles, throwing some back*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *pushes Nikki to the ground playfully, rolling in the sand. Young Zero looks at Nikki, smiling, stops laughing though* Hey Nikki?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: What is it Zero?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *holding Nikki's hands in his own* One day, we're gonna get married!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *face brights up happy* Yeah! We can get married right here, at this very spot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *smiles brighter. Leans over and kisses Nikki on the cheek. Both children blushing madly*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *giggles, still holding her childhood friend's hand. Kisses him back on the cheek*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;END OF FLASHBACK~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *tears stinging her eyes once again as she now rides her bike to chase after her best friend and ex-boyfriend. Sees his car zoom ahead, the hood of the car, revealing Zero's mother to be driving, his father in the front and Zero riding in the back seat. Something different about Zero.... A gloomy look on his face, looking as if he has been crying. The wind tossing around his hair as they drive down quickly with the top down*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *speeding up to catch up* ZERO!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *looks around a bit, hearing his name* Eh??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *rides up right behind the car* Zero, it's me Nikki! Turn around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *turns all the way around, face lighting up when he sees Nikki* What are you doing?! This is so dangerous! Nikki you can't even ride a bike without training wheels!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: Then try stopping!! *pedalling hard to keep up; the bike wobbling a lot*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Why are you doing this Nikki?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: I was about to ask you the same thing! You're moving again? ...Why do you keep leaving me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Because I keep hurting you... *looks down, hair hiding his eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: Well yeah.... You accidentally called me earlier today, you know... I heard your conversation about your "terrible ex-girlfriend that you hate."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Yeah...what about it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *sounds confused* That really hurt, Zero...! I heard all of it! Nice to know you hate me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: What.....Oh! You thought I was talking about you?! *looks Nikki in the eyes* I was saying all of that about &lt;em&gt;Maria!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *it clicking in her brain slowly* Oh... I get it... you hate Maria, not me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Of course not... I love you, Nikki. *smiles a broken smile at his ex-girlfriend*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *tearing up for about the 4rth time today* Zero... *the car and bike aproach a bridge. Nikki riding too close to the edge. Runs over a small rock, sending the bike flying*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Careful, &lt;em&gt;NIKKI! &lt;/em&gt;*Nikki and her bike fall of the edge of the bridge, calling out his name, into the water. Nikki reaches out her hand for Zero, begging him to catch her. Zero reaches his arm out in a stretch, but alas he is not in time. Nikki is falling too fast. Zero undoes his seatbelt, jumps out of the car and into the river. He catches Nikki in his arms, midair, embracing her as they both make a splash falling into the cold water together. Zero holds Nikki as they swim to the edge of the water. Nikki is passed out, soaking wet from the rain and , not moving*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Nikki?? Nikki, wake up!! Speak to me! *puts his ear up to Nikki's chest, listening; there is no signs of breathing coming from her* ...I can't lose you...not again. *pushes on Nikki's chest, preforming CPR. Not working* Here goes nothing... *puts his lips up to Nikki's mouth, blowing air into her body while kissing her lips gently. Repedivly pressing down on her chest and blowing air into her mouth. Nikki starts coughing up water*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Nikki! You're alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *coughing up lots of water* .....did you......save me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: Yeah...I gues so, babe. *smiles his price-less smile at his love. The two lean in and share a real kiss, slowly and loving. Zero's love burning through*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *pulls back from the kiss, looking into Zero's eyes* ...I love you Zero Fox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: I love you too Nikki Hori.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;. . . . . . . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *picks something up* Hey....I just found the baking mix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-5631561438173420512?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/5631561438173420512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=5631561438173420512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5631561438173420512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5631561438173420512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2011/05/nikki-and-zero-part-100-end.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 100--The End'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-127630148089760151</id><published>2011-05-15T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:55:22.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 99</title><content type='html'>Dominic: I can't! *pressing on the brake pedals as hard as he can* The breaks are stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: They're WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dominic  and Kenny scream. The car makes sudden impact on the tall tree. The  small vehicle smashing head-on into the oak. The tree snaps, breaking at  the force, falling fast, toppling over landing on top of the  car—directly on Dominic.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE HOSPITAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: (on TV) *with a hand on Maddie's shoulder* Jannet... your husband Fred...will not make it out of the hospital...alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie: Who's Jannet?! I don't even &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; you! *slaps the Doctor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic  is in the hospital, laying in bed unconcious, while his brother Kenny  is sitting next to him. Kenny is watching a TV show about a crazy doctor  called "Hospital Madness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *sniffing, tears in his eyes* Poor Jannet...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: *the real doctor walks into the hospital room* Are you Kenny Nickles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: That's what it says on my hunting lisence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I have good news, and bad news. And more bad news. And then some good news again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: ...Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: The good  news is that your insurance will be able to cover all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Thank you, Geico!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor:  The bad news... *looks at sleeping Dominic. He currently has one foot  in a cast, an ice pack on his head, an arm with a bloody gauze wrapped  around it, and several more cuts all over his body and face. Looking  hurt and broken, lying in the hospital bed asleep, Dominic's breathes  coming out hard and uneven.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: ...the bad news is  Dominic's state of condition. *reas off a clipboard* He has minor brain  damage, so he might not fully remember everything. He has a cut in his  arm so deep that the growth pace may slow down some. And Dominic does  indeed have a broken leg, according to the x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *puts a hand on his brother's shoulder* My poor Dommy.... And the other bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: ...There is a percentage that Dominic might not make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *eyes widen* What's the percent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: 50% chance that he will live. Where are your parents currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: They're having their anniversary dinner at Taco Aizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: A fast food place? Weird... Oh! And the good news—you have a visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV: We now return to Hospital Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: SHHH! It's back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred: (on the TV) Jannet... I'm alive!! Your husband Fred is alive—I'M ALIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie: I'm telling you, I'm NOT Jannet! *slaps Fred*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The door to the real hospital room opens, and Star comes rushing in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:  I came as soon as I heard there was a wreck—oh my gosh, Dominic!!  *rushes over to Dominic, who is still asleep on the bed* This is  terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I'll leave you three alone. *leaves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:  *points at Kenny* This is all your fault!! If you had just— *stops,  turning her head towards the TV* Hey, is that Hospital Madness? I love  that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: I know right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV: On the next episode of &lt;i&gt;Hospital Madness...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: (on TV) Jannet, I was a fool to let you go. Take me back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie: How many times do I have to tell you, I'M NOT JANNET! *slaps the doctor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Star turns back to Dominic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Anyways... I'm waiting until he wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: To do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *blinks* I... I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Wow. You thought that out well. *sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:  *is not listening to Kenny. Star is too busy holding Dominic's hand as  he sleeps, watching his breathing patterns. Dominic looking completly  helpless and fragile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Listen... I really don't want to leave my little brother...but I can see that you want to be alone with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *nods without looking up. The strands of her long brown hair moving with her head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Take good care of Dominic, you hear? *leaves without getting a responce from Star*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:  *talking quietly so she doesn't awake him* I'm so sorry Dominic... I  said such horrible things to you before all this happened... The lies I  told, must have hurt you so badly... *squeezes Dominic's hand* The truth  is... I love you, Dominic.. *one silent tear rolls down Star's cheek,  landing on Dominic's shoulder. The boy's eyes flutter open slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: St-Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dominic! *tackles him in a glomp hug making him fall over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Ow!!! Jeez, that hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You... You idiot! How dare you scare me like that!! I know I rejected you and all, but Dominic, I was scared too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic:  *confused* Scared of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:  *releases Dominic from the hug and looks down at  her hands.* Ruining  our friendship. I've always been in love with you... I was just scared  to admit it... I think because of that factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: ... I understand what you mean. *looks at Star sadly* But that doesn't mean we can't try... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *looks into his eyes* I suppose not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *sits up on his pillow and leans over to kiss Star.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *Actually lets him do it.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  a few moments Dominic breaks the kiss and the two stammer and blush  over small things. After agreeing that they're not exactly "dating" per  say, they bring up the unavoidable topic of Nikki and Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: So what are we going to do about them anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I'm not sure. But we need to do something. I mean, they both love each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *serious look on his face* Someone has to tell Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I know. She's the only thing that makes him whole, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *Now confused* Huh? What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:  *looks into Dominic's eyes again, her face serious* Dominic, did you  ever notice that Zero seemed cold and detached from the world? It was  only thanks to Nikki that he opened up to show his real self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic's eyes widen and he realizes that Star is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *chuckles and grins* There can't be yin without yang, can there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *a little lost* Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic:  *smiles* Yin and Yang, good and evil, push and pull. Nikki and Zero.  All these things cannot survive without the other.  Nikki and Zero need  each other, right? We all know Nikki can't live without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: That's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, Dominic and Star turn to find their friends, minus Nikki and Zero behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt:  Sorry Star. I called everyone. But I knew you two needed your private  time, so I waited a little bit. Nikki and Zero should be here in about  thirty minutes. So everyone, should we talk? *sits down next to Star*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: ... Poor Nikki... I mean, Zero's not even going to tell her until the day he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *smiles dumbfoundedly* Hahaha... That's Zero-tan for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Didn't he do that last time he left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah... That was not fun when he got amnesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko:  Huh?! Amnesia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: We'll tell you another time, Yuko. But right now we need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *notices Dillon's arm around Chica's shoulder* ... Dillon. Why didn't you tell me that you and Chica got back together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: Eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon and Chica: *blushing* It just sort of happened in the middle of Post 98... Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (To Chica) Tell me everything later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *nods* *gets serious* But back to the main issue at hand... What are we going to do about Nikki and Zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Other than stopping Zero, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: But we can't stop Zero... Can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo:  The only person in the world who can is Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: ... Yeah, But Zero's not gonna tell her how he feels. He's always been good at hiding that aspect of his emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: And it's not like we can get him to just openly admit them... Can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: There is one way. But I warn you it's not pleasent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: We are not kidnapping Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: * scowls* Dang it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy:  Maybe we should like... Make him come early and make Nikki wait outside the door and confront him about it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *eyes widen*  Joy, you're on to something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona:  That's right! Zero always gets mad when someone confronts him about his  relationship with Nikki. He'd scream out his feelings and stuff and  she'd stop him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: So all we need to do is tell them to come now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: *takes out her phone and dials a number*  Hey Zero, it's Jkfrt... Change of plans, I need you here now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *rushes into the room* Dominic, buddy are you oka-  what the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Zero, it's time we all had a big talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *looks confused* Eh...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: *glares at him* YOU HEARD HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt:  *notices Nikki glancing in through the door* *motions for her to stay  outside and listen.* We need to discuss your relationship with Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *angry* *scowls* What of it? I already told you how I felt about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Wait, what? I'm lost, remember, I ran out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chika: *stares into Zero's eyes, making him step a few steps back* He's in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki:  *listening through the door. eyes widen, and she gasps, covering her mouth so Zero can't hear her*  *thinking* Zero is... In love with me?! No way... No way, this can't be  true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ...I thought we had gotten past that. Yes, I am in love with her.*looks at his shoes guiltily* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko:  THEN WHY AREN'T YOU GOING TO TELL HER YOU'RE LEAVING UNTIL YOU HAVE TO  LEAVE?!&amp;nbsp; SHE DESERVES BETTER THAN THAT! *tries to slap Zero but he grabs  her wrist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ...Shut up. You guys don't get it. You'd never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *glares at him* Try us. We might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ...No, you wouldn't. *tightens his grip on Yuko's wrist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: *wriggles around* Let go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Are you afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Afraid of getting hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *looks up in surprise* ...Why would I be scared of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo and Mokona: Because you love Nikki more than anything... And if she ever left you, you'd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: ...You'd just break down. You love her so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt:  But you didn't know that until you cheated on her with Maria. It's why  you felt dead inside the entire time you were in Alaska...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Shut up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: ...And that's why you're scared to tell her now. You don't want to leave her, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: SHUT UP!!! *lets go of Yuko's wrist with so much force she's knocked backwards*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: *falls to the ground* OW! That hurt... Hey Zero what the heck are you thi- Zero?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group looks at Zero with wide eyes as they notice that tears are running down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *looking down at his shoes* ...Just shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Zero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *enters the room* Zero...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *looks up, eyes wide with surprise* *turns to face Nikki*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *looks at him, her blue green eyes huge* Zero... You're... You're leaving again...? Why didn't you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ...I... I just... I... *rushes from the room so fast None of them can chase after him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: *eye twitch* Is he a ninja...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: ...No. But he is captain of the soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: HE WAS IN SOCCER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Why do I get the feeling none of us know the real Zero...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:...  Because all of us, even me- his best friend- didn't really bother to  get to know him... Nikki did. You know Zero's heart better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *blushes and starts to cry* Zero... Zero... Don't leave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic:  *looks out the window. The clouds look dark and lightning strikes and  thunder rumbles in the distance.* Why do I get the feeling something bad  is about to happen...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED IN THE LAST PART OF NIKKI AND ZERO!!! WE HOPE YOU LIKE IT! THANKS FOR A GREAT TWO YEARS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-127630148089760151?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/127630148089760151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=127630148089760151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/127630148089760151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/127630148089760151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2011/05/nikki-and-zero-part-99.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 99'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6497086976039657174</id><published>2011-04-12T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T05:27:17.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 98</title><content type='html'>Star: This is the first time I've ever seen Dominic cry... Well, unless you count the time I was six and accident through a plastic toy car at his eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Dominic... It's okay.. Get a hold of yourself.... People are starting to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *while sniffing* I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *eyes widen slightly* Don't say that....it's not your fault Star said she didn't love you back. *covers his mouth as soon as he says it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *cries harder* It is tooooooo!! *whining. Only turning more heads*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the principal approaches Dillon and sobbing Dominic at the lunch table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: What is going on here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I'm *sniff* having *sniff* a melt *sniff* doooown!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: I can see that! I mean why? Did Mrs. Clark use the whip again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: No....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Girl trouble. *Dominic turns red in the face at embarrassment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Detention. *takes out a slip of paper* No crying aloud in the school unless it was enforced upon by a teacher or faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *eyes popping out of his head* What?!! *cries even harder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: That is so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: *writes something down on the paper, hands it to Dominic. He takes it with a trembling hand* Rules are the rules, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: B-but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: No arguing! Do you want another one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: O-of course not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; raise your voice at me young man! *writes on another slip of paper, giving it to Dominic as well*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I didn't even do anything! *tears streaming down his face at an alarmingly fast pace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: You're not his father! You're just stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Speaking of parents, would you like for me to call up yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: N-no sir... *voice so small and timid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: You will respect your elders! *writes Dominic another detention*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Oh boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prinicpal: *shrugs, walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *shakes his fist in the direction of the principal* Stupid principal!!! *practically shaking with anger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, THAT WEEKEND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic is driving in the car with his older brother Kenny, practicing to get his driving permit. Dominic is driving over to Star's house to apologize as part of his practice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *in the passenger seat* You're going to be the only 15-year old in 8th grade with their permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: That's because I got held back in 1st grade. This is easier than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *holding onto the seat for dear life* Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *turns toward Kenny* You okay? You seem...nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Keep your eyes on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *Snaps his head back facing the front* Okay! Okay! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *eye twitching* Alright.... Now make an exit here. *Dominic nods, and jerks the car sharply toward the exit.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Gently! Don't turn the wheel so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I'm trying! *into the new lane safely* There! Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Happy we're not &lt;em&gt;dead!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *slows to a stoplight* Now where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: When it turns green, make a left here. *the light flashes to green. Dominic starts the car up too fast, quickly swerving left. The car so fast it's almost out of control*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *holding onto his seat with shaking hands* Slow down!! You trying to kill us?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Wheee!! *Dominic's cell phone rings. He answers it* Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *On the other line* Where's the bakin' mix?! I can't seem to find the bakin' mix!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Sora, now is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;the time! *hangs up* AHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *grabs the cell phone and throws it out the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Dominic, watch our for that old lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: What old lady? I don't see a— WAAA!! *swerves the car to avoid hitting a woman with a cane*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: *waving the cane* JERK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *sticks his head out the moving car window, waving* I love you too Grandma Nickles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Stupid, watch where you're going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *still going at a very fast speed* I forgot. Does the red light mean stop or go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: It means stop, smart-one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Too late. *runs a red light. Getting a lot of car honks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Remind me to NEVER drive with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flashing red and blue lights are seen from behind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police: Pull over to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *facepalms* You're kidding me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *speeds up* It's a party now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Stupid baby brother! Pull over, or I'm telling Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *Whining voice* Why do you have to tell Mom... OH CRUD!! A squirrel! *swerves the car to avoid hitting a squirrel that has dashed out into the street*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Dominic! Keep the car on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I'm trying...! *the car out of control from the swerve. Heading towards a tree*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Stop this thing before we hit the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I can't! *pressing on the brake pedals as hard as he can* The breaks are stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: They're WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dominic and Kenny scream. The car makes sudden impact on the tall tree. The small vehicle smashing head-on into the oak. The tree snaps, breaking at the force, falling fast, toppling over landing on top of the car—directly on Dominic.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6497086976039657174?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6497086976039657174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6497086976039657174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6497086976039657174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6497086976039657174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2011/04/nikki-and-zero-part-98.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 98'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-1960825420154615035</id><published>2011-03-24T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:32:51.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AGAIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 97</title><content type='html'>Nikki: Good boy. So who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I think we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Can't we just skip over us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Why? *breaths a breath of air into his hand, smelling his breath* Does my breath smell or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No. Well, yes, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *facepalms* I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; I should have brushed my teeth this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Eww! *points to the bathroom* Go brush your teeth mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I will later.... But right now we have to talk. *Nikki rolls her eyes* What's that look for, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What look. There's no look. *glaring at Zero*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What the heck...? Oh well. I'll pretend to not see that. So—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: KISS HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N + Z: *blushing* N-no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Mokona, you're not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Neither are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *glares* Boys are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sure. But seriously, what is the deal with you too anyways...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: *glares at Zero* Well, I know it's Zero's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Is not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes it is! You're the whole reason this even happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *eyes widen slightly* What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Why... why don't you get it?! *tears in her eyes. Points at Star and Jkfrt* This is your fault! You guys made this happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: ...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: *is quietly chewing gum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: *somewhat asleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: ...What did we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Uh... well, Jkfrt here's the thing... I forgot to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: YOU'RE THE REASON I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH ZERO FOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone pretty much gags. Mokona wakes up. Jkfrt's eyes are huge. Haseo is banging his head on the table. Sora is pulling her hair out. Joy's jaw is dropped wide, her gum falling out. Yuko looks like her brain just left her head. Star is freaking out, and Zero of all people can't think of what to say. He's just staring at Nikki, eyes wide and....Blushing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yeah, you heard me! I'm in love with you Zero! And you can't tell me that i can't be in love with you. *runs out of the house*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *is completely red now. Puts his hands up to his face* Oh... But... I thought that was just....a lie... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: ... Zero-chan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Zero, are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's not fair. Why... does she always gotta take the words outta my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You might now believe it, but... The whole time... This whole time...Even when I cheated on her with Maria. I was in love with Nikki. I've always been in love with Nikki Hori. Ever since the day I met her. It might seem really, really strange and unbelievable, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: You know.... In a sick and twisted way, I believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah, me too for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Maybe because he's finally telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I KNOW THAT'S WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: But.. you know... It doesn't matter anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I'm moving away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT MONDAY, TWO DAYS AFTER THE MEETING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is sitting at the lunch table at school all very awkward. Expect for Nikki, who hasn't shown up at school today. Dominic and Dillon are sitting together on the other side of the cafeteria. The two boys trying to avoid the awkward drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *leans over and whispers to Zero* Psst... have you told Nikki yet? About the....you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No. I don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: And when do you plan on telling her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: The moment we get in the car to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Are you sure that's very smart? You tried that last time... and look how brilliantly &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *mouth full of food* Yeah. So don't go jumping out of any planes this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the table is silent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: *trying to break the tension* So who wants to hear about this really creepy letter I found in my locker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: What do you mean letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I have a secret admirer. *pulls out a slip of paper* The best part is that it smells like pickle juice! *shoves the note in Yuko's face* Sniff it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Eww! It does! *shoves the letter out of her face* Just read it Mokona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Alright... it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My dear, sweet precious Mokona... My love for you burns like a candle's flame dancing in the soft moonlight. Watching you walk is like seeing an angle floating through the hallways of Heaven. The way you courageously fight off dangerous and giant man-eating things takes my breath away—you are my hero. My one true love. I will always be gazing longingly after you from afar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-R.G."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star + Jkfrt: That's so sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I think I'm going to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Who is "R.G.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: No idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random guy: *voice heard from some place far away, in a dreamy voice* My hero..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Did anyone else just hear that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Let's pretend we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: So Yuko. How has it been going with Dominic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Pretty good, actually. *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: *still smelling the paper* I think you two are really the only ones who made up over the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I'm so glad me and Fluffy never have any kind of nasty drama like that. Right, Fluffy-poo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: *pops up from under the table* Squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What about that one time when she stood you up at the dance and couldn't find the baking mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *takes a bite of a banana* That's not drama. *points over to where Dominic and Dillon are sitting* &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: *accidentally swallows her gum* You're kidding me... *everyone at the lunch table looks over to find Dominic resting his head on Dillon's shoulder, sobbing hysterically and blowing his nose into tissues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *slams her hand on the table, voice shaking up* I made him cry....I made him cry....I made him cry.....I made him cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: *notices how some girl pass by staring at Dillon with big flirtatious eyes, and Dillon doesn't even give them a second glance* Maybe he has changed... *shakes her head* No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: This is the first time I've ever seen Dominic cry... Well, unless you count the time I was six and accident through a plastic toy car at his eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dillon: Dominic... It's okay.. Get a hold of yourself.... People are starting to stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dominic: *while sniffing* I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; myself..... &lt;em&gt;~To be continued on Monday~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-1960825420154615035?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/1960825420154615035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=1960825420154615035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1960825420154615035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1960825420154615035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2011/03/nikki-and-zero-part-97.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 97'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-8875742801191930935</id><published>2011-02-28T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:43:41.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Dominic'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 96</title><content type='html'>Star: *a bit uncomfortable at the close gesture* Umm...yeah...but- I don't exactly... *looks away*&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: ...feel the-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *cuts Dominic off, wanting to say it herself* Feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: It's....it's okay, I just.....I have to go. *runs for the doom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dominic don't go! *grabs Dominic's arm. Dominic yanks it away with slight tears in his eyes, opens the front door and runs out, slamming it loudly behind him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Does he even have a way to get home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Is that your &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; concern right now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Okay now I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You think you feel bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You can work it out with him later.......&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;..... For now, Chica and Dillon need to take the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: No we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: No we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: No we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica + Dillon: No we don't! *both of their faces immediately turn red*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: *slaps the back of Dillon's head* Just talk already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *is completely distracted not even paying attention to their conversation, thinking about what she told Dominic and how it was a lie. Feeling terrible for lying and making him run out because of it, and is probably getting lost on his way home.* .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: *whispering* Hey Star....you okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Huh? Why would you say that? I'm fine! *talking in a rush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: *light glare* Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *looks down* I already have. To Dominic. And he ran off because of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Just talk to him later, like Nikki said. Alright? *bright smile* It'll be fine. Dominic loves you. He will forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *makes a face at the mention of Dominic loving her* I'll have to get used to that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *waves a hand in front of Star's face* Hello?? Having an important and awkward conversation here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *snaps her head back up* I know I know! I'm listening! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: FINE, I'll start....here we go.....you're a complete idiot player who grabs at every girl you can fine--metaphorical speaking--and toys with their hearts, not caring a bit about any of them. And I will not let you back into my heart Dillon Bradly. I'm done with you messing with my life and friends. I won't tolerate it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *sinks lower into his seat as Chica is giving her harsh lection. Her words stinging into Dillon like a knife* I get it, alright? You're life would be so much better without me in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Wait, I didn't mean...--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Everyone's life would. Everyone would be better off without "Dillon the player" dragging them down and hurting them. *stands up* Don't worry. I won't be hurting you any longer. I promise. *Exits the house without anyone trying to stop him. Closing the door slowly and soundlessly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Dillon!! *runs out after him, a few seconds too late. Now everyone but Dominic, Dillon and Chica are still remaining*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *facepalms* This isn't turning out how I planned.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: No shizz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: ...."shizz?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yeah. Shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: I for one am very amused by all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: The only reason you're here Haseo is because Mom and Dad aren't home and no one trusts you at home by yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: I wouldn't be alone. Kyo the dragon would be there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: That's even worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: How??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: You, alone with a fire-breathing dragon? Not on my watch, Little Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: *crosses his arms* I hate it when you call me that Mokona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H+M: What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *clears her throat. Tapping her foot impaciently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I'm sorry.... *Haseo says nothing. Mokona kicks his shin lightly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Ow!! .... *mumbling* I'm sorry too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Good boy. So who's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I think we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-8875742801191930935?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/8875742801191930935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=8875742801191930935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8875742801191930935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8875742801191930935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2011/02/nikki-and-zero-part-96.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 96'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2062928589202335366</id><published>2011-02-06T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T05:27:11.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The big conference'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 95</title><content type='html'>Dominic. oh. tell fluffy i said hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: she says '"squeak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR'S HOUSE, SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Star, Zero, Jkfrt, Mokona, Joy, Dillon, Dominic, Chica, Haseo, and Yuko are all sitting around in the living room of Star's house, waiting for Sora and Nikki to arrive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *checking her watch* Come on you guys.... I wanna get this over with. (the door bell rings) I'll get it!! *runs to get the door. Opens it wide*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *walking in with Nikki and Fluffy* Hey Star! Wow, Nikki, when you said everyone was coming, you really did mean &lt;em&gt;everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Awesome, everyone made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yup. Star, I can't wait to play Final Fantasy. I've been wanting that game forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: .....Final Fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Star, you told me this was a party for the beginning of the new school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: You told &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; that it was a taste testing for Domino's Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: And you told me that you had girl scouts cookies left over and needed help eating them! I don't see any girls scouts cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Maybe we shouldn't have told everyone different things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That would have been smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Okay everyone! I'll tell you the real reason you are here. Everyone get comfortable, we'll be here for a while. We are gathered here today—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: You're making it sound like a funeral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Shut it, Jkfrt. ....what kind of name is Jkfrt, anyways??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: It's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Whatever. We were &lt;em&gt;brought&lt;/em&gt; here today to discuss something that has been an issue with most of us for quite a while. Drama! There's too much of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero and Yuko stand up to leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero and Yuko: I'm out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hey. No one is leaving. Sora has Fluffy with her, and she's trained to attack on command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... (Yuko and Zero sit back down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Good. When I say "drama".... for example, Yuko and Dominic. You two need to work out your break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: *face turning red* There's nothing to discuss. We broke up. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No. You work it out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Umm....okay.... *clears throat* Yuko, I broke up with you because I have feelings for someone else. Alright? Do you really have such a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yes I have a problem with it!! I thought you loved me Dominic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I broke up with you calmly and maturely, and you blew up about it—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; blow up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: You called me things that I will never, ever repeat out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Maybe I blew up just a little....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I heard your mom on the other line to stop throwing the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Okay! Fine! I blew up! But can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yes! It's just a break up! You'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *sighs. Using a soft, sweet voice* Because I know you, Yuko. I know that you're a strong, caring girl, and you can over come any obstacle in your way. No little break up can keep you down. *smiles warmly at his ex-girl friend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I guess I'll get over it eventually..... We can still be friends right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Kiss and make up! ....I mean hug! *everyone in the room starts chanting "hug! hug! hug!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *grimaces* Uh... Mokona, if they kissed then that would be awkward. *thinking* &lt;em&gt;It would really awkward for me...&lt;/em&gt; *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: So you never told us, Dominic... Who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: *slaps the back of Haseo's head* Let's not bring that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh, right.... that's another subject we have to clear up........... *Star tenses up, uneasy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *whining* Why....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Because we went through so much trouble to set this thing up and it's NOT going to waste! You hear??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: But it's so.....awkward! *avoids looking at Star's eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *thumps Dominic in the back of the head* Stupid, you can do it! Face her like a man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Guys you're only making this harder on my part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Okay Dominic. We all know that the reason you broke up with Yuko is because of-- well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Go ahead. *challenge in his voice. Raising an eyebrow* Say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You know who I'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Just admit it out loud, Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Because....of me. Alright? It's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Hey- it's not your &lt;em&gt;fault.&lt;/em&gt; You never did anything bad or wrong. And you're making it sound like the break up was a bad thing. *gestures towards Star, making a move to touch her arm out of comfort.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *a bit uncomfortable at the close gesture* Umm...yeah...but-  I don't exactly... *looks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: ...feel the-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *cuts Dominic off, wanting to say it herself* Feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2062928589202335366?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2062928589202335366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2062928589202335366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2062928589202335366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2062928589202335366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2011/02/nikki-and-zero-part-95.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 95'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-704514615759426723</id><published>2011-01-23T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:41:16.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The big conference'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 94</title><content type='html'>Star: But worth it in the end. *looks Nikki in the eyes* What do you say? Saturday at my house?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *thinks about it for a moment* Alright. But you have to help me invite everyone......and promise you'll apologize to Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: What, for knocking him out with a tree branch, or sending him on a phsycotic rampage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Um. Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I can't promise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO'S HOUSE THE NEXT DAY, AFTER SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero is playing video games in his room, his cell phone sitting next to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Common level 47.....I can do it.... *eyes glued to the TV screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fox: (Zero's mom) Zeroooo! Start on your homework please! *calling him from the other room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Five more minutes! I'm almost done with this level--crud!! *the screen flashes "game over"* You made me mess up!&lt;br /&gt;(Zero's cell phone rings. The caller ID says it's Star calling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *answers the phone* Hello, Star? *confusion in his voice. Star rarely ever calls him*&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hi Zero... *a bit uncomfortable. Doesn't like talking on the phone* So I'm having this thing at my house Saturday. Kind of like.....a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: A party? For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well, umm.... To celebrate the start of the new school year!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Ohh, so that's why you called. Sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yup, fun. *Nervous, knowing Zero will be mad when he finds out she lied to him* Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Huh? Why do you sound nervous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I don't! You're just being stupid again. *drumming her fingers on the desk Star is sitting at while she talks on the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I am not. You're voice just sounded funny. You're not lying are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Why on earth would I lie about a party? Sometimes you just act so strangely Zero Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Okay okay! Gosh. I'll be there. Only if you stop being so grouchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Nah, that's just how I am. *a smile in her voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: True.....very true. So I'll see you then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Deal. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *hangs up the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fox: *walks into the room* That had better not have been someone from the insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What...? Why would they be calling my cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fox: I don't know. Go start your homework. *creeps out of the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Okaaaay......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SAME DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki is on her computer, on iscribble.net. A place where you can draw on the computer and chat with friends. Nikki is chatting with Sora, Dominic, and Chica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (typing this in the chat room) so star is having a gathering @ her house this Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: really? wut about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: she just got a new video game and wants to try it out with every1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: whats the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: final fantasy. can u guys come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: sounds good 2 me. i've always wanted to see a final fantasy game. can't wait! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: right... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: who else will be there? just us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: is yuko coming...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: well i dont know for sure who's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: i dont know if i should come... i think it's too soon 4 me to see Yuko or Star again. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: it'll be fun. i think she's over that already. :) r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: how about you come, but don't stay for very long? it would be fun 2 hang out with u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: sounds good 2 me. i'll be there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: so will i. but y didn't star just invite us herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: she's a little busy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: doing what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: i dont know. she wouldnt say. you know how she hates talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: true. that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ..... hmm. i guess. I'll be there. but something doesnt sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: whatever. im sure its fine. sorry. but......im still watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: uh-huh... so every1's coming, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: u bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: will there be cookies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: erm.... if you want there to be cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: h6tsrh8uqqwtt88888og45vDDEGPO0P-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: sorry. fluffy just stepped all over the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic. oh. tell fluffy i said hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: she says '"squeak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR'S HOUSE, SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED ON MONDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-704514615759426723?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/704514615759426723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=704514615759426723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/704514615759426723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/704514615759426723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2011/01/nikki-and-zero-part-94.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 94'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-515315694970239856</id><published>2010-12-27T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:27:11.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominic&apos;s rampage'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 93</title><content type='html'>Nikki: EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh crud. Well, looks like it's up to me to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: NOW YOU'RE CARD CAPTOR STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *sighs* Shut up Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *mumbling* I was just makin' a joke.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Now's not the time, baka! (baka=idiot in Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Stop this! Star, you're the only one that will be able to stop Dominic. After all, you're kind of the person responsible in the first place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Um, pressure. *Mokona runs in, asleep; sleepwalking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I don't know what's going on, but I have a feeling something's going on a rampage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Not quite. It's Dominic, nothing giant or man-eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dominic runs in flapping his arms around, eyes wide and crazy, hair all messed up, cloths dirty*&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: RAAAAWR....! STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Oh... I see. *lays down in the grass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What are you doing?? Even though we don't need you, you don't need to fall back asleep! Just wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I can't wake up on command, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: But you can fall asleep on command?! How does that even work!! *Mokona doesn't answer. asleep in the grass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dominic, listen to me!! You've gone insane and are on a rampage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: MUST EAT STAR. FIND STAR AND EAT HER UNTIL SHE IS GONE...! *throws his head back, raises his arms high in the air* MWAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *sighs* Oh gosh.... This&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; my fault. ...Can someone run home and get me my bat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: You can't hit him in the head with a bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Who said I was gonna hit him in the head? *gets an evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Well where were you gonna---oh. *turns red* STAR! You can't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Tch. Fine. No one ever lets me have any fun.... *Nikki comes in limping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: What happened to you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *points a shaking finger at Dominic* It was HIM! &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; took a lawn mower and ran over my foot!! *Joy, Dillon, and Star realize Nikki only has one shoe on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What'd he do with the lawn mower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: He said something about crashing into Star's house with it, I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: It was FUN!!! *tries to pull a near-by tree out of the grown with his bare hands*&lt;br /&gt;Star: *facepalm* My mom's gonna kill me! That's it Dominic.... I'm ending this once and for all! *stomps over to Dominic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: *lets go of the tree* Yeah, right. What are&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *ribs off a big tree branch off the tree*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Just what do you plan on doing with--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: AHHHHH!!! *brings the tree branch down on Dominic's head with as much force as possible. Hard. Dominic falls to the ground, unconscious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Star! You could have given him a concussion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hopefully I did. And hopefully when he wakes up--IF he wakes up--he won't be as much as an idiot. *wipes her hands, satisfied*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: This is Dominic we're talking about. He will always be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: True....but he's our idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I still think you should have been a bit more gentle. He was only ticked off because you turned him down so abruptly like that. I of all people know what that should feel like.... *a hurt look in her eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *realizing that Dominic's situation is a lot like what Nikki has been through* Then you of all people should be the one to help him out most. *Joy motions for her and Dillon to leave, giving Nikki and Star privacy. Joy picks up the sleeping Mokona and leaves with Dillon, leaving only Star and Nikki--and the unconscious Dominic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That's where you're wrong. You should talk to him; get things sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Look who's talking. You still have nothing sorted out with Zero, and it's been 2 years for pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No! I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; talking to him at the library, but he ran away. You saw what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *sighs, looking at Dominic* Maybe we should all just set up one huge meeting with all of our friends to talk about this. To talk about you and Zero, Chica and Dillon, and... *gulps* me and Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I doubt everyone would want to come. It would be way too uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: But worth it in the end. *looks Nikki in the eyes* What do you say? Saturday at my house?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *thinks about it for a moment* Alright. But you have to help me invite everyone......and promise you'll apologize to Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: What, for knocking him out with a tree branch, or sending him on a phsycotic rampage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Um. Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I can't promise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED ON &lt;em&gt;MONDAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-515315694970239856?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/515315694970239856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=515315694970239856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/515315694970239856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/515315694970239856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/12/nikki-and-zero-part-93.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 93'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4848197628520735592</id><published>2010-12-17T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:25:12.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dillon tries to apologize'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 92</title><content type='html'>Zero: I begged my parents to stay a few months longer. It took me days to convince them... But... I won. I wonder if it was really worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Then... Why did you date Maria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: That.... Is a good question. And deserves a good answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Don't tell me. Tell Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *comes out from behind the bookshelf to face Star, Dominic and Zero* Yeah, Zero. Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *eyes widening at Nikki, not realizing she was there. Feeling pressured as everyone is staring at him for an explanation* I....uh... Just leave me alone about it! *runs out of the library as fast as he can*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Zero!! Wait up, come back! *runs after Zero with tears welling up in her eyes. Another one of the many times Zero has made her cry. Nikki can't catch up with Zero and has lost him in the school* Don't run away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER SCHOOL IS OVER, OUTSIDE THE BUILDING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon is waiting outside sitting on the steps, waiting for his ride to pick him up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt; walks near him, waiting for her ride as well, notices Dillon, and immediately turns to walk back in the building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *seeing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;* Hey, wait, come back! We have to talk about this! *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt; and Dillon haven't spoken sense what happened--if you don't remember look back at Part 85*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;: *stopping to talk to him* I don't want to talk to you Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I'm sorry. I know it sounds like I'm just saying that, but I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;: And how do you expect me to believe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Let me finish! I don't know what came over me. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll never do it again. *giving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt; puppy-dog eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;: You say that every time. I've given you one too many chances, and I'm done with you Dillon Bradly. There's nothing you can do or say to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *desperate to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt; back, he puts both hands on the side of her head, leans in and kisses her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;: *staring at Dillon for a few seconds, shocked* . . . . .&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whu&lt;/span&gt;-! What was.....! Dill-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: You mean a lot to me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;. I don't wanna screw that up. Not again. *just as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt; is about to respond, a random girl walks up to both Dillon and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt; holding two socks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hi! I'm doing a survey, and I need you to tell me which one of these socks you think is whiter--the one with plain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oxyclean&lt;/span&gt;, or the one with bleach in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;: *takes one of the socks and slaps Dillon with it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What was that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;: Everything! *walks way, red from embarrassment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *turning to Dillon* I don't know what just happened, but you owe me a sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I owe you nothing! .....By the way, this one is whiter. *pointing to the sock the girl is holding. Ruining the moment* Still... How did things get this bad. *sits down on the steps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *sits down next to him* Hey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt;. Romantic troubles too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *sighs* When did love start have this much influence on our daily lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: No idea. But... I'm kinda glad it did. *smiles* I mean, if it didn't, then... I wouldn't have met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chica&lt;/span&gt;, or Nikki. I feel bad about Nikki, but I'm glad that we're friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: ...That's the first time you've ever said anything serious, D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;compaired&lt;/span&gt; to Zero's troubles, we're nothing but tiny specks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: So Nikki and you know now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *eyes widen* You knew too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Remember that guy's night out we had? Zero told us everything then. He's like a bad drunk when he gets really pumped on sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Get to used to it. He's always been like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Right, my cousin knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: No. I just know Zero. But... I don't know him as well as Nikki does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I guess you're right. They've been together even longer than the rest of us have. Besides us of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well, Duh! We &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: So... What did you say to Dominic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *blushes* You knew too? Well... I guess if giving him answer was a punch to the face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: YOU PUNCHED HIM!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Ugh... I get punched in the face, and you punch people. Wow. We are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Of course! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: *runs in* GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon and Star: Let us guess, something giant and man eating is in the school and you need to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mokona&lt;/span&gt; quick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: NO! It's not that at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D+S: Then WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: It's Dominic! He's on a Rampage and I need to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mokona&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D+S: I guess that's better than nothing then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Wait, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;why's&lt;/span&gt; he on a rampage?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Um... Me. I'm guessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jkfrt&lt;/span&gt;: *runs in* Guys! Did you know- oh, hey Joy. You told them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh crud. Well, looks like it's up to me to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: NOW YOU'RE CARD CAPTOR STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: *sighs* Shut up Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TO BE CONTINUED*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-4848197628520735592?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/4848197628520735592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=4848197628520735592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4848197628520735592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4848197628520735592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/12/nikki-and-zero-part-92.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 92'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-3777574540261410270</id><published>2010-10-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:26:17.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero&apos;s confession'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 91</title><content type='html'>*Star hears this and drops the bathroom pass with a loud thud. Yuko and Dominic look over to see what the noise was*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Star! How long have you been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You......what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Gosh, this is so embarrassing. *Yuko relizes this is the real reason he broke up with her and runs off, hurt, confused, and frankly having the urge to kill Dominic. Dominic is finding it hard to look Star in the eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dominic, I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I feel so stupid. Breaking up with my girlfriend, thinking that I actually had a chance with......thinking that you felt the same way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Don't say that. You know it's not--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Just think about it, okay? *walks away still nervous, disapointingly knowing what Star's answer will be*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (after he's gone)*Shakes her head* I like you Dominic, but... Is it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jkfrt, Nikki, Star, Zero, Dominic, and Sora all have lunch together. Mokona, Joy, Dillon, Yuko, and Haseo have B lunch at a later time. Dominic is sitting at a nother table, not wanting to face Star*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: *mouth full of hot dog* Swo he jshust wan waway, and wo wet hiwm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yeah..... I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I saw this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Then why didn't you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I didn't know what to say. *eye twitches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Why do you look so....nervous? Besides the fact that it's half way through the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Because she has Fluffy at school with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Wha-? Where? HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: In my pants... And it's itchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *Turns back to Star* So, What are you going to tell him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I DON'T KNOW!!!!!! My brain is fried and my childhood friend is in love with me and one of my best friends is trying to find non-existing baking mix and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I mean I like him but-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *Spits out milk* WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well, I've always liked him but... It's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: *nods* I know what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero+ Nikki: *In unison* I don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *Gasps and blushes in realization*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well, what do you mean?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dom really liked Yuko. I can't stand being the reason that he broke up with her. I'm not that kind of person. &lt;strong&gt;You &lt;/strong&gt;should know that. *For some reason her eyes fall on Zero when she says that.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *Understands Star's comment and Feels bad about it.* I... I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *Itching her pants for some reason.* Oh man, will the bell hurry up and ring!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: *Bangs her head on the table* Please do not ask that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Ah, so it's next huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ???????? WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I think they have Mrs. Clark next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *pats Nikki on the shoulder* Well, good luck! *smiles at Nikki like he used to*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: *Blushes* *Thinking* &lt;em&gt;Whenever I see Zero's face... It reminds me of how we used to be. Why did it ever have to change? I actually even liked Star and Jkfrt setting us up so much. It was actually really fun... I really honestly... Think... No, I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; I love Zero...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: *Is oblivious at the moment because he is too distracted by his own thoughts* &lt;em&gt;Nikki... I- I'm not sure what to do... Or what to say. Ever since I found that diary, I've been... Having weird dreams about you, Nikki... Now what? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki and Zero: *Snap out of trance* Huh? Nothing... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jkfrt: *mumbling* Yes there is... And I know what, too... *Notices Sora* Sora, what are you doing...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sora: *Looks up from shoving food down her pants* I'm not Shoving food down my pants, that's what!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dominic approches Star in the library and has her backed up against a bookshelf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dominic: *puts his hands up against the bookshelf so she has nowhere to run* Well, Star... I'm waiting for an answer. Tell me. I'm begining to wonder if I should have broken up with Yuko...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star: *glares at him* You want an answer? Well here's my answer. *punches him in the face* NO WAY! I don't date guys or even like guys who break up with their girlfriends because of me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dominic (Who had been pushed to the ground): *Stands up* Don't compare me to Zero! I'm nothing like that guy! He broke up with Nikki because-!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: *Enters and covers Dominic's mouth with his hand* Shut up. I will never tell anyone why I broke up with Nikki. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dominic: *Pushes Zero's hand away* Well you should- I mean Nikki needs to know, at least! She was the most hurt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As this is going on Zero seems to have forgotten he told Nikki to meet him in the library so they could go home together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki: *Hiding behind a bookshelf* *Whispering* Zero???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dominic: Why? Why didn't you tell Nikki that you were Moving to Alaska sooner?! Why didn't you tell her you're still in love with her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Nikki gasps while Star's mouth drops open*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: I... I never wanted her to be hurt by me. I wanted her to forget me! I wanted her to forget about me, and be happy with her life! Even if I was going to be sad leaving her, I- I would be alright if she was happy! I... I love her too much. But... I was upset with Star and Jkfrt. I figured they wouldn't give up with trying to get us back together, but... I never wanted it to come to this. I wanted to be with her, I knew when Jkfrt and Star asked me to get back together with her in the seventh grade I had made a mistake in breaking up with her... Because I loved her! I still do! But then... The Alaska thing happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star: But wait, you moved months after we tried to get you two back together the first time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: I begged my parents to stay a few months longer. It took me days to convince them... But... I won. I wonder if it was really worth it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dominic: Then... Why did you date Maria?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zero: That.... Is a good question. And deserves a good answer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEXT MONDAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-3777574540261410270?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/3777574540261410270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=3777574540261410270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3777574540261410270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3777574540261410270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/10/nikki-and-zero-part-91.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 91'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7639497098368011617</id><published>2010-10-03T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:27:16.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominic&apos;s secret is OUT'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 90</title><content type='html'>Star: Why do you think Dominic is acting so weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I think I have an idea. But right now, Fluffy is giving me a rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPANISH CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero and Nikki and have Spanish class together. They are sitting one seat apart, too uncomfortable to sit together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Buenos días de clases . Hoy es el primer día de clases , y estoy seguro que todos ustedes son un poco preocupado . Relájese , no voy a morder, voy a tomar las cosas con calma y estable . No tenga miedo de preguntar si no entiende algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the class stares at the teacher confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: By the end of the year you will be able to understand everything about what I just said. Now before we get started &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the teacher's voice fades out as Zero mindlessly doodles on his paper, deep in thought and what he read the day before. He hears his name and looks up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Zero Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yes sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Is there something you would like to share with the class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (glances at Nikki) No sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Then please pay attention. (Zero puts his elbow on the table and rests his hand on the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER SPANISH CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic is completely lost in the school, because he's never been in this part of the building. The bell rung several minutes ago and now the hallways are empty. Dominic sits on the staircase, giving up. He spots Yuko walking just around the corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Hey...Yuko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (sees Dominic and runs off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yuko, come back here! (Dominic takes off after Yuko, and eventually catches up to her) Don't be mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: How can I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Because I have a good reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: And what reason would that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I...can't say. (Star comes along holding a bathroom pass. She sees Yuko and Dominic and is about to go talk to them, but she sees that they both look worried, so Star decides not to bother them. She stays to see what's going on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: That doesn't sound like a good reason to me. (starts to leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Wait! It's because I like someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (turns around) Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (hesitates for a few seconds) Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Star hears this and drops the bathroom pass with a loud thud. Yuko and Dominic look over to see what the noise was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Star! How long have you been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You......what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7639497098368011617?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7639497098368011617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7639497098368011617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7639497098368011617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7639497098368011617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/10/nikki-and-zero-part-90.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 90'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-1887991860276014471</id><published>2010-09-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:20:37.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominic&apos;s epic fail'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 89</title><content type='html'>Nikki: What? I mean.... Really? (Nikki pulls together a fake smile) That's great..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You can move back in tomorrow—the day before the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki's mom: So pack your things and say goodbye to Zero and his family. We leave tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW MORNING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki and Zero and Nikki's parents are running around the house gathering up all the packed boxes, and stuff they maybe forgot to pack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (depressing mood) Just put the extra things on top of that box over there, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (also a bit sad) Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Thank you for keeping me at your house all this time. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's no problem. Hope you have fun at your newly made house. (Nikki and Zero share an awkward, but heartwarming hug, Nikki feeling like she may cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Let's finish checking the rooms to make sure you didn't leave anything. (Zero walks into Nikki's old guest bedroom, sad to see it empty. He spots a journal open and sitting on the floor. Zero walks over and picks it up. It was open to Nikki's latest diary entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Has Nikki been keeping a journal? (reading it) "I'm not sure what's going on, but....I think I love Zero." (extremely shocked) What? I don't think I should have read this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (walks in and sees that Zero is reading it, she gasps) What are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (flips the page over to a doodle) I'm looking at your doodling! You're very good, it looks a lot like Fluffy....you should take an art class or share your art with the world. Better than I am that's for sure. You should show this to Sora she would love it. He he he.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (takes the journal) Well thanks for finding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki hurriedly runs out, and climbs into the car with her mom, and drives over to her new/old house, quiet the whole ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Thanks for walking to class with me Mokona. I'm so nervous, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Very nervous. I don't think anyone in this school isn't. But it's not like the teacher is going to eat you or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You don't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: If anything goes wrong I can call Kyo and have him settle things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Thanks for the offer but— (Star stops when she sees Dominic walking up to her) Hey Dominic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Hey Star.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Wow. You look even more nervous than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yeah, about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Well, this is my class. I'm gonna have to leave you with Dominic. (walks into the class room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Okay, see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (clears throat) I have something to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (looks into Star's eyes and feels like he's going to fall over) Okay... First of all, I broke up with Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: HUH?! What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Because I like someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Who? (completely oblivious to what he's trying to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I like—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (runs up to the both of them, interrupting) OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE FLUFFY SHOVED DOWN MY PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Well you know how we aren't aloud squirrels at school— (sees Dominic standing there like an idiot, face completely red) Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yeah. Oops. I'm going to head off to class. Good luck you two. Or three.... (including Fluffy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Why do you think Dominic is acting so weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I think I have an idea. But right now, Fluffy is giving me a rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-1887991860276014471?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/1887991860276014471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=1887991860276014471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1887991860276014471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1887991860276014471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/09/nikki-and-zero-part-89.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 89'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2444140361286470946</id><published>2010-09-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:20:58.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikki&apos;s going back home'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 88</title><content type='html'>NIKKI'S DIARY ENTRY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I had orientation to find out where my classes are and who I have them with. I have almost every class with someone I know--except I have to dread another year of that horrible history teacher. Hopefully she will be a lot nicer this year.&lt;br /&gt;I'd say Sora needs some counseling. She might loose it if she never finds that baking mix. And trust me, she won't be finding it any time soon. I wonder where she even got that from. She first started saying it when Fluffy stood her up for the school dance last year, but she was actually just trying out for a band--which of course she got. The Backstreet Squirrels. Everyone knows the story to that.&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot quieter living in my old bedroom again. Even though I still live at Zero's house, living in the guest room is different than living in the same room as him. I'm glad I don't have to listen to him snore and talk in his sleep anymore.....right?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. School starts in five days. I am kind of glad it will start back up. I'm getting board of doing nothing but listen to Zero play his stupid video games all day. His brain shall rot no more. And same goes with me.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Zero, we have been getting along a little better lately... The way he talks to me is different--good kind of different. I'm not sure what's going on, but...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I love Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nikki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORA'S HOUSE, NEXT DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sora, Fluffy and Dominic are all sitting in Sora's tree in her yard watching cars drive by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Fluffy.... bad squirrel. You know you're trying to go on an acorn diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: (drops the acorn and bows her head down in shame) Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Why is she on a diet? She's not fat. I actually don't think I've ever seen a fat squirrel before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Then you've never seen Fluffy's Aunt Maggie. (Sora and Fluffy shiver in disgust)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: ....Sora, you are not a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: So back to my problem.... I know I'm dating Yuko, but I like Star too. We've been friends for a long time—and I have know idea what to do or if she feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Well, what are your true feelings for Yuko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I like her...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: "I guess" isn't good enough. You have to &lt;em&gt;know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: But I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Then maybe you should find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fluffy tilts her head, completely lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I think it would be a good idea to talk to Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I wouldn't know what to say to her. "Hey Star! I know we're childhood friends and all, and that I have a girlfriend, but I'm in love with you anyways!" That just sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: You'll never know if she feels the same way unless you tell her first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fluffy gets board with all of this and casually throws an acorn at Dominic's head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Gee, thanks. That helps the situation a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Bad Fluffy! What did I tell you about throwing acorns at other people's heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I'm not sure what to make of this awkward moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Me neither. So are you going to talk to Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yeah... But I still don't know what to do about Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (pulls her cell phone out of her pocket and hands it to Dominic) Yuko's number 7 on speed dile. I think it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic nods taking the cell phone, and presses 7 with a deep breath. It rings once and then Yuko answers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yuko? .... Yes it's Dominic .... no, I don't have my foot stuck in the toilet again .... Yuko, this is important .... Okay. I'll just come right out and say it. I'm breaking up with you. .... Because, I just don't think we're right for each other anymore. Actually, we were never right for each other to begin with. .... Please don't feel too bad. This hurts me more than it hurts you....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We can still be friends though. .... I'll see you in school. (hangs up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: . . . Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yes. In fact, I feel kind of relieved. Like a burden is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: When are you going to talk to Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I'll tell her on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Good luck buddy. (Fluffy crawls up on Dominic's shoulder and rubs up against his neck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO'S HOUSE, SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki is in her guest room drawing a doodle of her and Zero on her desk. The door opens and she quickly turns the paper over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki's mom: I've got good news. (Zero walks in, a blank expression) Our house is done being rebuilt. We can move out of Zero's house and back into our old one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: &lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt; I mean.... Really? (Nikki pulls together a fake smile) That's great..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You can move back in tomarrow—the day before the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki's mom: So pack your things and say goodbye to Zero and his family. We leave tomarrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2444140361286470946?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2444140361286470946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2444140361286470946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2444140361286470946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2444140361286470946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/09/nikki-and-zero-part-88.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 88'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-3719558466899185961</id><published>2010-08-16T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:20:21.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orientation'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 87</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Fox: How's the lunch? I tried to cook the steak more rare than I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's fine Mom. What were you saying Nikki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ...can't wait for Orientation tomorrow. (she gives a fake smile and looks down at her plate)&lt;br /&gt;ORIENTATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki and Zero are in line to get their school schedules)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looking at hers after she gets it) NOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I got Mrs. Clark again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (puts his hand on Nikki's shoulder) I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Let's see... Nope. No Mrs. Clark. Yay! Looks like we have Spanish 1 together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sora runs up to Nikki and Zero, holding her schedule and looking upset)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What's wrong? You get Mrs. Clark too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: No! They won't let me bring Fluffy to school with me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: That's terrible! They don't allow squirrels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: No. And I even told them Fluffy was tamed and everything. Even when I said he owns a 5 star restaurant they didn't believe me. (Sora looks around, and then speaks in a British accent) Where's the bakin' mix? I can't seem to find the bakin' mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: She's gone insane.... Whenever she's freaked out she turns British and starts searching for nonexistent baking mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Oh dear. Well... do you have any classes together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looking at her schedule) Biology and math. Am I the only one with Mrs. Clark here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: WHERE'S THE BAKIN' MIX?? I can't seem to find the bakin' mix!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Go look for the baking mix over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sora walks away shaking; Nikki and Zero spot Star on the other side of the cafeteria talking to Dillon. They walk over to them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Hey Star. ....hey Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dillon glances at Nikki and walks away, looking at the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: What was that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'll tell you later. Lemme see your schedule! ...We have science together. And you have Creative Writing with Zero. MEH! You have Mrs. Clark too, but in a different period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: So far you're the only people I know who I have classes with. I'm going to be all alone with that evil history teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: So will I. Do you think Sora will ever find the baking mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I doubt it. I don't even know what baking mix is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: No one does. It probably doesn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I can't believe we're only in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I can't believe it's not butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That's Sora's line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I know, I just felt like saying it. (Dominic comes up to Nikki, Star and Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Guess what guys? I drank fish pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (looking at his schedule) You have Spanish 1 with me and Nikki, and gym with Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Do you guys know what's up with Sora? I tried to say hi, but she screamed at me and asked me where the baking mix was. I told her she was nuts, so she took my watch and ran away screaming "I WILL AVENGE YOU FLUFFY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Good old Sora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: When will she learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all spend the rest of the day seeing which classes they have with which friends. Everyone looks forward to seeing what kind of new friends they will make in their new school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI'S DIARY ENTRY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I had orientation to find out where my classes are and who I have them with. I have almost every class with someone I know--except I have to dread another year of that horrible history teacher. Hopefully she will be a lot nicer this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd say Sora needs some counseling. She might loose it if she never finds that baking mix. And trust me, she won't be finding it any time soon. I wonder where she even got that from. She first started saying it when Fluffy stood her up for the school dance last year, but she was actually just trying out for a band--which of course she got. The Backstreet Squirrels. Everyone knows the story to that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a lot quieter living in my old bedroom again. Even though I still live at Zero's house, living in the guest room is different than living in the same room as him. I'm glad I don't have to listen to him snore and talk in his sleep anymore.....right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup. School starts in five days. I am kind of glad it will start back up. I'm getting board of doing nothing but listen to Zero play his stupid video games all day. His brain shall rot no more. And same goes with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speaking of Zero, we have been getting along a little better lately... The way he talks to me is different--good kind of different. I'm not sure what's going on, but...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I love Zero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Nikki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-3719558466899185961?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/3719558466899185961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=3719558466899185961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3719558466899185961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3719558466899185961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/08/nikki-and-zero-part-87.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 87'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-3044190719724313130</id><published>2010-08-16T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:21:26.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orientation'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 86</title><content type='html'>Dillon: (pulling away) Honey, it's not what it looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I can't believe this is the SECOND time you cheated on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Actually, the first time, I was cheating on Nikki with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Chica, I swear. He kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (tears welling up) I don't know what to think anymore. (runs out of the store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki turns to Dillon and slaps him across the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Every time you get a girl, you always have to go and rune it. (gets up and follows Chica, leaving Dillon alone in the store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI'S DIARY ENTRY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been three days sense Dillon did that to Chica. Or rather, he did it to me. Dillon told me over MyPlace that he tried calling Chica several times after the mall, but she never answered. I told him that he would be lucky if she ever looked at him ever again, let alone call him back. I'm done with that jerk. I don't know why I ever hang out with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Fox says that my bedroom is done and I can move out of Zero's room. My mom says it won't be long until our house is ready to live in again. I don't know weather to be relieved or disappointed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had that dream again last night. The one where I was standing in a field, and I saw a blurry figure ahead of me, and a voice from no where whispered "Open your eyes......Open your eyes, Nikki." Even this time around I couldn't make out the figure or recognize the voice. I have no idea what to make of this dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;School starts back up in one week. We get our schedules in two days. I hope I don't get Mrs. Clark again. She teaches 8th grade History as well as 7th grade science. Ouch. I'm also worried about getting classes with my friends. Zero's been acting funny around me lately. I can't help but to wonder what he thinks of me. He's probably annoying for having to put up with me for so long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Nikki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki and Zero are having lunch together in front of his giant flat screen TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (walks over and hands Nikki a soda) How has Chica been lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Haven't heard from her. I hope to see her when we go get our schedules tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I'm really sorry Dillon did that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looking at Zero) You are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Well yeah. You deserve better that that....better than him. Dillon has done some nasty things before, but never something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (blushing) You're right.... About Dillon. I can't believe he did that. It's like a new low even for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: If I were you, I would just....(stands up) YES!!! Home run for the Rangers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is it with guys and sports? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Zero sits back down) You were saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Umm... Oh right. If I were you, I'd give Dillon some time to think about what he did and see what he has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (giggles) You make it sound like we're punishing a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (smiles at Nikki) He does act like one some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the two of them look at each other longer than usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mrs. Fox walks in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fox: How's the lunch? I tried to cook the steak more rare than I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's fine Mom. What were you saying Nikki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ...can't wait for Orientation tomorrow. (she gives a fake smile and looks down at her plate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIENTATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-3044190719724313130?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/3044190719724313130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=3044190719724313130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3044190719724313130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3044190719724313130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/08/nikki-and-zero-part-86.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 86'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-1185661036181227954</id><published>2010-08-07T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:28:27.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dillon and Chica&apos;s date'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 85</title><content type='html'>Nikki: You &lt;em&gt;idiot,&lt;/em&gt; don't you know how to work a door?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Yes it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Guys. There is a nice, cold beach down there waiting for us, and we're sitting here pointing fingers at each other. (everyone cheers, and runs down to the ocean, not worrying about the heat any longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK, PARK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dillon, Chica and Nikki are all hanging out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Chica, I think that now we are dating, we should go out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: &lt;em&gt;What?!&lt;/em&gt; When did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Remember that time when Star walked into Zero's bedroom and she saw me and Dillon kissing and then she ran to Jkfrt's house and Sora burnt a burrito? (if you don't remember, please refer to part 77)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh yeah, I forgot. Where are you guess going for a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Well, we haven't been to the mall for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Sounds good! Nikki, you wanna come too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (takes a sip of her smoothie) Erm, sure, but wouldn't it be weird, cuz it's a date and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Na, you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I won't be like a 3rd wheel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: You're our friend. Friend's aren't 3rd wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiles) Okay, cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Maybe you could bring Zero and we could all double date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (spits out her smoothie) Zero and I are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Really? ...Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MALL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki, Dillon and Chica are all at the mall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hey, how about we stop by the pretzel shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Yay! My second favorite salty twisted snack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What's your first favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Hello? Strawberry strudel nut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: ....Let's just go buy the pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (walking up to the pretzel stand) Three pretzels with a cup of cheese, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude at the stand: We're all out of pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: What? But this is a pretzel stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude at the stand: What part of 'out of pretzels' don't you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: All of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude at the stand: We still have potatoes, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: What kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude at the stand: What do you mean what kind? How many types of potatoes are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: So you're a pretzel guy trying to sell me plain potatoes at the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude at the stand: YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: You're insane!!! (runs off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I don't want to talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT TOPIC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hot Topic is a store that sells things that are popular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I love Hot Topic. Some people think it's gothic, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: This is the first time I've been in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I mean I knew what it was, I've just never really thought to come in. (looks around) They have a lot of Hello Kitty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hello Kitty is awesome! I have Hello Kitty pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon and Chica: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Zero likes them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Sure he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (picks up a t-shirt) Hey look! This has Edmon and Becca from the movie Dusk! I am so getting this. (walks up to the cashier) How much for this Dusk t-shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: $9.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER CHICA IS DONE PAYING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chica walks back over to where she left Dillon and Nikki, wearing her new Dusk t-shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Hey guys, look at my new--OH MY GOSH. (Chica is stunned to see Dillon and Nikki kissing, right there in front of her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (pulling away) Honey, it's not what it looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I can't believe this is the SECOND time you cheated on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Actually, the first time, I was cheating on &lt;em&gt;Nikki&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Chica, I swear. He kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (tears welling up) I don't know what to think anymore. (runs out of the store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-1185661036181227954?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/1185661036181227954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=1185661036181227954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1185661036181227954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1185661036181227954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/08/nikki-and-zero-part-85.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 85'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-1008189717902102711</id><published>2010-07-20T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:16:49.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RV'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 84</title><content type='html'>Mokona: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic looks over at Star. He notices how her long hair falls down to her back. Then he looks at Yuko, and notices what big brown eyes she has. He looks back at Star, then back at Yuko. He was hopelessly confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mokona, how hot is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (looks at temperature gauge) 105 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: (groans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: HASEO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: HASEO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVENIENCE STORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haseo is leaving the convenience store with a pumped-up tire, when he passes buy a homeless person sitting on the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobo: Hey kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobo: Gimme that tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: What? What are you going to do with a tire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobo: I'm gonna eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: You can't have my tire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobo: (gets up and takes Haseo's tire, and runs away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Hey!! You stole my tire! ....Come back! Great. I don't have anymore money, and a hobo just store my tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK AT THE RV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (checks watch) How long does it take to buy a stupid tire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: That's it. I'm calling him. (takes out his phone and dials his number. A cell phone starts ringing in a bag on a table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: He left his cell phone in his bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What a stupid ring tone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (whacks Dillon up-side the head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: We have to find some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ...What about the toilet water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Are you crazy?! We can't drink toilet water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Mokona, how hot is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (checks) 108.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: We have to drink the toilet water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Dude. That stuff is old. I mean it's unused, but it's old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: IT'S 108 IN HERE! I SAY WE DRINK THE TOILET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (scared) Okay. Toilet water it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (runs into the bathroom, then runs back out a few seconds later) So refreshing! ....Oh no. (grabs Chica's beach back and makes puking noises into it) ....Don't drink the toilet water. (sits down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: That's my beach bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVENIENCE STORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haseo is currently trying to outrun a hobo, who is trying to attack him with a tire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Stupid hobo!! All I did was ask for my tire back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobo: (running after Haseo, waving a tire with a bite mark out of it at him) You ain't gonna try to eat MY dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: I wasn't planning on eating it, you crazy old man!! ...You sure can run fast for a hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobo: (throws the tire at Haseo's head) CRAZY KID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: (catching the tire) CRAZY OLD MAN!! Well, at least I got my tire back. (a big 18 wheeler comes by and splashes him with water and mud) Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: HASEO, I'M GONNA KILL YOU WHEN YOU GET BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I think my sweat is sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I think my sweat's sweat is sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: We get it. Men are very sweaty creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: For someone named Joy, you sure are mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: It's 108 degrees, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Haseo, I hope you're having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: How long does it take to get a STUPID tire?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: (twitches) Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Well, this was sure a fun day at the beach. Star, how long have we been in here? My watch broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: It probably died from the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (glares at Yuko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: We've been in here for two and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone groans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: HASEO!!!!!!! (all of a sudden, the door opens, and Haseo walks in with a tire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: (cheering) Haseo!! (everyone runs out of the RV and enjoys the not-so-hot-air. Sora starts kissing the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET A STUPID TIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: A hobo stole it from me! If I was taking so long, why didn't you come out to find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Because the door was locked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: What are you talking about? This RV doesn't have a lock. Mokona, didn't you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone glares at Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (blushing) I must have been turning the knob the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt;, don't you know how to work a door?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Yes it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Guys. There is a nice, cold beach down there waiting for us, and we're sitting here pointing fingers at each other. (everyone cheers, and runs down to the ocean, not worrying about the heat any longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-1008189717902102711?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/1008189717902102711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=1008189717902102711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1008189717902102711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1008189717902102711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/07/mokona-me-too.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 84'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-8486216412688301625</id><published>2010-07-11T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:17:01.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RV'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 83</title><content type='html'>(Nikki looks over at Zero. She sees that his hand is sitting on a rock openly. Nikki slowly moves her hand towards Zero's, when his mom pulls up in the car to pick them up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (getting up) My mom's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (taking her hand back) Yeah....I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: So should we do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOKONA'S DRIVEWAY, IN THE RV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki, Zero, Star, Jkfrt, Chica, Haseo, Dillon, Dominic, Sora, Fluffy, Joy, Mokona, and Yuko are all in the RV, ready to take the long journey to the beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Problem. Who's gonna drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (takes out a drivers license) I have my license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Hold up. HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: King of Alaska. Duh. (takes the steering wheel) Alright, let's go! (Zero starts up the RV, starts driving, and stops suddenly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Why'd you stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I didn't. There's something wrong with the RV. I'll go look (He opens the door and checks the tires, and comes back in) We have a flat tire. (everyone groans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Already?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yeah. I ran over a coke can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Way to go, baka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Who wants to go fetch a spare tire at the convenience store? (no one says anything) Well someone has to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Thank you, Haseo. We'll be right back (Haseo opens the door, and Haseo walks out. Zero quickly shuts the door before Zero goes out side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Why'd you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I don't wanna walk all the way to the store! Haseo can do it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: (through the window) This isn't funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (to Zero) Baka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I'm not a baka! ...But I do feel kinda bad. Fine, I'll go with him. (Zero turns the doorknob to leave, but the door won't open) It's stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: What do you mean, it's stuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Must be locked. HASEO! OPEN THE DOOR! (no answer) Either he is really ticked that I left him, or he's already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: So we're just stuck in here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: But it's sooo hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Their &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to be a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fluffy looks at the window at the front, and sees that it's clear. She dashes into the window and hits her head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Fluffy, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Ha! She thought it was clear and tried to jump out! Stupid squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: (tilts head) Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: She's not stupid! ....For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE HOUR LATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haseo is not back yet, and everyone is sweaty and hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Way to go, letting Haseo be the one to get the tire! He's so unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: He maybe unreliable, but he's still my little brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: There's got to be some water around here somewhere. I'm a mermaid! I have to have water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dillon notices that Chica is sticking her head in her beach bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Chica, what are you doing? (Chica doesn't move her head; she just makes a motion with her hand. Dillon yanks away her beach bag and looks inside of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: NO! Give it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (pulls out a water bottle half drank) Water? You have water and you were keeping it from us?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I was so thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Okay. Everyone can take one sip of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yuko grabs the water bottle and drinks the whole thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: YUKO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I'm thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: We ALL are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I wish a giant man-eating water bottle would show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic looks over at Star. He notices how her long hair falls down to her back. Then he looks at Yuko, and notices what big brown eyes she has. He looks back at Star, then back at Yuko. He was hopelessly confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-8486216412688301625?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/8486216412688301625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=8486216412688301625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8486216412688301625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8486216412688301625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/07/nikki-and-zero-part-83.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 83'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-569836673189475712</id><published>2010-07-06T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:01:45.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bass pro shops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 82</title><content type='html'>Star: Hey, look at these huge fishing rods! I bet you could really poke an eye out with this thing. (picks up the fishing rod, slings it back and sticks a stranger with the hook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: My bad. These things shouldn't have hooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (with a mouth full of nachos) Maybe you should put down the fishing poll before you poke someones eye out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yeah... (puts it up) Hey Nikki, look out behind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (turns around to find a life-size stuffed grizzly bear standing on it's hind legs with razor-sharp teeth) Oh my gosh, run!! AAAHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (cracking up) Nikki, calm down! It's just a stuffed bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You made me drop the nachos! (picks up the nachos) Meh. I knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Sure you did. ...Hey, look over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'm not falling for that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No, I mean look at the boats! Let's go over there and look at them. (everyone walks over to the big fishing boats they have for sale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Think we're aloud on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well, theirs no sign telling us NOT to get on them....so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Guys...there's a key in the ignition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone but Jkfrt: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Okay, okay! I was just kidding. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki trips over a box sitting in the boat, and starts falling off the edge. Before she can fall off, Zero grabs her by the arm and pulls her back in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (in Zero's arms) Awww, Zero, you saved me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (blushing, he legs go of Nikki) Think nothing off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt and Star: ..... (don't know what to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Umm. How about we go over by the tents? It's fun to go inside of them. They're really roomy. (everyone silently walks over to the camping section. Nikki can't take her eyes off of Zero) (Zero doesn't see the string attached to the floor and tent, trips over it, and falls on top of the tent. The whole thing goes crashing down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Woops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: You broke it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You baka! (baka=idiot in Japanese. She tends to call him that a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I didn't do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: (coming over to them) What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Zero is sitting on top of a broken tent. What do you &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: You. (pointing at Zero) Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: But we just got here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yeah, those two are on a--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (covering Star's mouth) --shopping spree! For Father's Day. Not a date. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: I don't care what they're on. You also have to pay for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: But I didn't brake it, I just knocked it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Look at this, you ripped it! And this was our best tent. Held eight people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Now it holds none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Not helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: You and your friends need to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after everyone leaves, they all are waiting outside Bass Pro Shops to wait for Zero's mom to pick them up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That was fun. I mean....besides the fact that Zero got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: We ALL got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You were the one that almost fell out of the boat. If it weren't for me, you could have broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I thought you said to think nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (looks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (whispering to Star) I think we should set them up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: What?! This one barley turned out. Who knows what will happen if we do it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: We could go to the beach. And this time, we could take everyone with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: ....Okay. I get it. We can take Mokona's trailer with us, sense the nearest beach isn't all that close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What are you two whispering about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt and Star: Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki looks over at Zero. She sees that his hand is sitting on a rock openly. Nikki slowly moves her hand towards Zero's, when his mom pulls up in the car to pick them up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (getting up) My mom's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (taking her hand back) Yeah....I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: So should we do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-569836673189475712?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/569836673189475712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=569836673189475712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/569836673189475712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/569836673189475712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/07/nikki-and-zero-part-82.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 82'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-818052913937190553</id><published>2010-06-24T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:57:13.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bass pro shops'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 81</title><content type='html'>Jkfrt: We could take them someplace and call it a date. We just won't tell them it's a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Somewhere not obvious. Like... Bass Pro Shops! (for those of you who don't know what that is, Bass Pro Shops is a fishing store, and it's really fun to go to. For one thing, it's huge! It has a bunch of fishing and camping and outdoor equipment fun to play around with. They have fish and an indoor lake and hunting games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Perfect! Let's do it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, BASS PRO SHOPS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: This is going to be so much fun! Just you, me, Jkfrt, and Star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I love this place. I always go here for fishing equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (looking into the water tank with fish in it) Hey guys! This fish looks like it's turned inside-out! ...uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Careful, don't fall in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt plunges head-first into the tank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I'm okay! But this puffer fish looks like it wants to have to for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Let's go do the hunting game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Sure. Just leave me to sleep with the fishes. (Nikki helps Jkfrt out of the tank, and they go to the shooting game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (whispering) Hey Star.... Let's ditch them, so they could be alone together! (winks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Okay! Hey Nikki, we're going to the bathroom. We'll catch up with you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Okay. ...hey Zero, am I holding this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No. It's a lot easier if you do it like this... (Zero wraps his arms around Nikki and shows her how to aim it. They both blush as their hands touch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh. I get it. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Star and Jkfrt run off to leave them alone for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Jkfrt... I actually have to pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: You do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Really badly! We have to find a restroom fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I think it's this way. (the two take a wrong turn and end up in the swimming gear) That wasn't right. Shouldn't there be a sign or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Aaah! I gotta gooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Oh my gosh! (panicking) Okay, most restroom are in the back. Let's go this way. (after several wrong turns, Nikki and Zero catch up with Jkfrt and Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What are you doing? You said you were going to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: We're trying to find it! We've been all over this huge store, and there's no stinkin' bathroom in this place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (turns around to the front desk) Excuse me. Where are the restrooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady at the front desk: In that direction. (points near the camping gear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Thank you. (turning back to Star) I think it's back that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Why didn't we just do that in the FIRST place?! (runs toward the restroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I thought guys were supposed to be bad at asking for directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 MINUTES LATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Who here is up for some lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: They sell food here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I know they have nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I'll go buy some. You can have some, but I think I'm gonna skip. (leaves for the nachos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Me too. But you two could share some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Why do they sell nachos at a fishing store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Because Bass Pro is aweomse, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: They even have gift cards for this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (comes back with the nachos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That was fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: There was no line. (Nikki and Zero start sharing nachcos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hey, look at these huge fishing rods! I bet you could really poke an eye out with this thing. (picks up the fishing rod, slings it back and sticks a stranger with the hook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: My bad. These things shouldn't have hooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-818052913937190553?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/818052913937190553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=818052913937190553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/818052913937190553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/818052913937190553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/06/nikki-and-zero-part-81.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 81'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7036085913559962652</id><published>2010-06-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:56:50.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bass pro shops'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 80</title><content type='html'>Worker: Good enough for me! Go on ahead. Choose anyone you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What do I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I call the Crusher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: This won't end well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER IN THE MONSTER TRUCKS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dillon is in a giant red 18 wheeler--the Crusher--Dominic is in a monster truck with wheels so big that he needed a ladder to reach the door, Haseo has a medium sized truck in the shape of a dragon, and Zero is in a giant pink monster truck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: How did I end up with the pink one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: You ran to it, screaming like a girl, and said "I WANT THIS ONE! I WANT THIS ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (drolling) Can I keep this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Guys, I'm afraid of heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Why did I get the small one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Oh gosh. This is a stick shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: The only thing I've ever driven is a 4 wheeler at my cousin's farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Let's get these things going! (they all start up their monster trucks and speed across the rally. Dillon runs into 5 trafic cones and a sign. Going too fast, they all bursts through the wall and drive away from the rally with the trucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Where are we going??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: To the bank! We gonna get ourselfs some cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Isn't that taking things a bit too far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (crashes into a stop sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: No. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; was taking it too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (catching up with everyone else) I swear. That stop sign crashed into &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Sure it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they crash into the bank, coming out with a few bags of cash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Oh no! (they spot flashing lights as the police start chasing them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: We have to outrun them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Wow. So here we are, driving GIANT monster trucks, holding stollen money, trying to outrun the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Maybe they're after you Dominic, 'cuz you ran over the stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I told you, it ran into me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Best guy's night out ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR'S HOUSE, WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I can't believe Nikki is living at Zero's house now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: They're getting pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Maybe we should give them an extra push...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Like setting them up on a date. You know, like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Keep talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: We could take them someplace and call it a date. We just won't tell them it's a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Somewhere not obvious. Like... Bass Pro Shops! (for those of you who don't know what that is, Bass Pro Shops is a fishing store, and it's really fun to go to. For one thing, it's huge! It has a bunch of fishing and camping and outdoor equipment fun to play around with. They have fish and an indoor lake and hunting games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Perfect! Let's do it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7036085913559962652?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7036085913559962652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7036085913559962652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7036085913559962652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7036085913559962652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/06/nikki-and-zero-part-80.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 80'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-3038740588160572712</id><published>2010-06-07T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:36:17.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys night out'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 79</title><content type='html'>Haseo: We can just have a guys night of going to a monster truck rally, and playing street hockey, and smashing watermelons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Let's do that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: (cheering) YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER THAT NIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haseo, Dillon, Dominic, and Zero are in Dillon's back yard with 8 watermelons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Okay. So Whoever busts open both of their watermelons first wins this five-inch tall baseball participation trophy I got from 3rd grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: When you say bust open, how specific are you talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Bust open! It goes ka-boom! Watermelon flies everywhere. Now take your bat and whack that thing like you've never whacked before! (Dominic hits his as hard as he can, but the bat just ricochets off his watermelon and hits him in the head, causing him to fall down. Zero hits his and a chunk of watermelon hits him between the legs. He falls on top of Dominic. Dillon hits his, and it sadly just barley makes a dent in it. Haseo successfully busts his open, causing a watermelon seed to fly into his eye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: My eye! MY EYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I think I have brain damage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (hits it again) I think this watermelon is rigged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Someone...call...an ambulance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER, IN THE STREET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the guys are in the street with a hockey puck and street hockey equipment. Dillon and Dominic are red team, and Zero and Haseo are blue team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Alright. Our goal is over there, and your goal is— (Zero's phone rings. He answers) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (on the other line) Where are you?! You come home right now! Do you know how late it is? You said you would be home by—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Stop nagging me, woman! You're not my wife! I don't need this! (hangs up) Gosh! As I was saying. Too bad we don't have enough people for goalies. Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: (holding a bad of ice to his red swollen eye) Shouldn't we have safety gear stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: No. That's the girly way. Let's go! (Dillon gets the puck, swings his hockey stick, misses the puck, and hits Dominic in the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (falls down) OW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (turns around) Oops— (the puck flies back and hits Dillon in the back of his head) Hey, what gives?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You had it coming! (Zero trips and gets tangled in the goalie net. Haseo gets the puck and hits it into the goal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: YEAH! One point for blue! (Haseo turns around to find Dillon and Dominic lying on top of each other and Zero caught in the net) You guys are hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (his phone rings again. He answers) What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And another thing—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (throws the phone into the street) Meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER TRUCK RALLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (sniffs air) I love the fresh smell of giant tire in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Morning? It's 8:30 at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: It's morning in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: We're not in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: No one cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: HA, that little itty-bitty van won't stand a chance against The Crusher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Hey Dominic, isn't that your mom's convertible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Huh? (squints really hard) ...My moms gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a giant 18 wheeler rolls on top of the convertible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I'm DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Not as dead as that convertible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: I wonder if they'll let us drive these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What?! If they won't let us touch monster trucks at the shops, I doubt they'll let us DRIVE monster trucks at rallies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: You'll never know until you try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haseo walk up to one of the people that work there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Excuse me. Can we drive one of those things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: Do you have a licence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: Good enough for me! Go on ahead. Choose anyone you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What do I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I call the Crusher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: This won't end well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-3038740588160572712?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/3038740588160572712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=3038740588160572712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3038740588160572712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3038740588160572712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/06/nikki-and-zero-part-79.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 79'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-588095111485506598</id><published>2010-05-30T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:02:29.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys night out...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More popcorn'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 78</title><content type='html'>So to recap, Dillon is suffering 3rd degree burns from a burrito, the microwave exploded, Star is hiding in Jkfrt's room trying to get away from Dillon, Sora's having her midlife crises on the floor, and Chica is still screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO'S HOUSE, NEXT WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki is sneaking a popcorn machine into the guest room she's staying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I know they took this popcorn machine out, but I'm really hungry! And it still feels awkward going into their fridge for food. It makes me feel like I'm mooching off of them. (Nikki turns on the machine and does her laptop while she waits for it to start popping. She's looking up pictures of motorcycles on Goggle) I am so going to get one of these some day. ...huh? What's that sound? ...It's the popcorn machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the machine completely explodes, and popcorn flies &lt;em&gt;everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE HOUR LATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Popcorn is just not your thing, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's okay, calm down. You're just not allowed to make popcorn anymore.....for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiles) Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You'll just have to stay in a different bedroom until we clean out all of the popcorn in &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; guest room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I thought you didn't have any other bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: We don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But...my parent's bedroom is too small for me to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Umm. You'll have to stay in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Hey, you're the one who made the popcorn go BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Can't I sleep on he couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: That's where my mom sleeps to get away from my dad's snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's late at night, Zero is getting ready for bed, and Nikki walks into Zero's room with skimpy pajamas and a green face mask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (yelps at Nikki as she walks in) Okay, I'm liking the skimpy pajamas, but what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; that growing on your face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Avocado face mask. It's to prevent wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Well it's freakin' me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Then stop starring at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (looks away) You ready for bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (stares some more) It feels like I just wanna dip a chip in your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Please don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki and Zero climb in the bed and turn the lights off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well this is awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (chuckles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I was just remembering a few years ago when you slept over at my house. We slept in that tiny one-person bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Back then it wasn't as... (clears throat) weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Why is it that popcorn keeps pushing us closer and closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Stupid popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FEW HOURS LATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki is having trouble falling asleep, when Zero starts snoring like a motor boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (whispers) Why do guys always have to snore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (talking in his sleep) Nikki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Aww...he said my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nikki....stop batting your eyes, I won't fall for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (pouts) I always thought he thought that was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (mumbling) Star....my conscience? No, don't look under my pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (reaches her hand under Zero's pillow) Hey, a hundred dollar bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (fidgets in his sleep, then sits up violently, wakes up, and gasps) AN EXPLODING EGG! (starts panting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ....You have weird dreams, Zero. (slowly puts the money back under his pillow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY, DILLON'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dillon, Zero, Haseo, and Dominic are playing video games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: It's nice to just hang out with some guy friends and play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I know. We have way to many girl friends. I mean, friends that are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Yeah, 'cuz you can never have too many girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I mean, I have nothing against Star or any of them, but it's just not healthy to hang out around girls all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Unless your me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: And Mokona's always bossing me around and using me for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: That's because she's your older sister. Plus, girls tend to do that. They're way too bossy. Wow, if Nikki ever heard me say that, I'd be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yup. I can just picture he slapping you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: You know what we need? I guy's night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (pauses the game) Good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: A night without have a girl ask you to hold her purse, or ask you how her outfit looks, or hear them complain about how the wind messed up their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Or hear them scream their lungs out at a bug. (rolls eyes) Just squash the thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: We can just have a guys night of going to a monster truck rally, and playing street hockey, and smashing watermellons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Let's do that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: (cheering) YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-588095111485506598?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/588095111485506598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=588095111485506598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/588095111485506598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/588095111485506598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/05/nikki-and-zero-part-78.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 78'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6301411131781239272</id><published>2010-05-18T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:54:42.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dillon and Chica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burrito'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 77</title><content type='html'>Sakura: My cousin is the only one that lives in this state, and he's moving to California next week. When he moves, we won't have any more family in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Where is this going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I'm moving to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Ha, yeah right. Now what's the real news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: That was it! Just ask Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Are you definitely moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: If I wasn't sure would I be telling you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Sakura, no! I won't let you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: We'll just have to go get your relatives and bring them over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: That sounds like the kind of idea Sora would suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: She actually said that earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: We'll never see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: You're just making things harder, Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But we won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: How are you being so cool about this, Yuko? You're not freaking out or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Because I've been through this before. I was the new girl once not too long ago, I had to move and leave behind all my friends. But I made new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I'll come and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: ....Mokona? Are you &lt;em&gt;crying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: *sniffs* No...my allergies are acting up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Aww, Mokona, it's okay, she said she'd visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Not very often! You'll be on the other side of the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Sakura, when are you officially moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: See, we still have—WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I told you to tell them sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Don't rub it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Star was invited over to Zero's house, along with Chica and Dillon) (Nikki is not there today, because she went out for a jog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (opening the front door to let Star in) Hey, Star. Glad you could come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Glad you invited me. So where's Dillon and Chica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: They're up in my room. I'll be right up, I've just gotta finish doing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star opens up the door to Zero's room, only to find Chica and Dillon kissing on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I... Wrong house! Goodbye! (runs out of Zero's room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica screams, and Dillon runs after Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hey wait! Come back! What did you see? You just got here, why are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (runs out of Zero's house, freaking out) No espanol!! (Star runs all the way to Jkfrt's house with Dillon following her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (answering the door) Yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hide me! (runs into Jkfrt's bedroom) I've got to get away from Dillon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hey Jkfrt, did Star just pass through here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I'm sorry, Star could not come to the phone at this time. Please leave your name and number, and she will get back to you as soon as possible. BEEP! (shuts the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sora is over at Jkfrt's house, cooking a burrito. She couldn't use her own microwave because her's is broken, so she's using Jkfrt's. There is a big explosion in the kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Jkfrt, I broke your microwave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Don't you know how to use a microwave??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt opens the front door and throws Sora's burrito at Dillon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to recap, Dillon is suffering 3rd degree burns from a burrito, the microwave exploded, Star is hiding in Jkfrt's room trying to get away from Dillon, Sora's having her midlife crises on the floor, and Chica is still screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6301411131781239272?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6301411131781239272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6301411131781239272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6301411131781239272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6301411131781239272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/05/nikki-and-zero-part-77.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 77'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-8401437548829407636</id><published>2010-05-12T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:06:30.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikki&apos;s dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sakura'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 76</title><content type='html'>Zero suddenly woke up from his dream, only to find Nikki shaking him awake outside on the patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Zero, wake up! You fell asleep at the romantic part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I'm sorry, Nikki. But I had a really weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (sitting back down) What was it about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Well...erm...Mokona turned into a hobo, and TV remotes started eating children...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That sounds like something you would dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero; (thinking) &lt;em&gt;What did Star mean? Was she really my conscience? I wonder why I dreamed Nikki was my wife...&lt;/em&gt; (looks at Nikki) &lt;em&gt;Gosh, Nikki looks beautiful in the moonlight. Wait, what am I thinking?! Where did THAT come from??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All of a sudden, fireworks start going off in the sky, making both Nikki and Zero jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What? Why are there fireworks going off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ...What day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Umm...(checks the date on her watch) July 4th! I didn't know it was Independence day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki and Zero relax motionlessly as they watch the fireworks for the rest of the night. Nikki starts blushing when some fireworks went off in the shape of a heart. Zero just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI'S DIARY ENTRY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm exhausted... I spend all of last night watching the fireworks with Zero. I haven't spend that much time with him in a long time. I don't think we've ever even had a romantic moment before that (which is kind of sad). It's becoming a little more comfortable at his house. Is that weird? I hope not. I'm not sure why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few nights ago I had a strange dream....and I'm not sure what to make of it. In my dream I was standing in a field, and it was really cloudy. I remember feeling confused, like I didn't know how I got there. And then a figure starting coming up to me. I couldn't tell who or what it was, but it didn't seem like it was getting any closer to me. Even when I started running towards it, the figure was still far away. And then a voice started whispering,&lt;/em&gt; "Open your eyes.....Open your eyes, Nikki." &lt;em&gt;I started panicking, and then I woke up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had plenty of weird dreams before, but this one was different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Nikki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUKO'S HOUSE, NEXT MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yuko, Sakura, Nikki, and Mokona are at Yuko's house; Sakura is about to make a very important announcment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: So what's this big thing that was so important you wanted to tell us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Okay... Sakura, do you want to tell them, or should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I will. (takes a deep breath) Umm.....Uhh....Hey! did you guys see the fireworks last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Don't change the subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Alright, alright. Well, You know how I have a bunch of family in California?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: My cousin is the only one that lives in this state, and he's moving to California next week. When he moves, we won't have any more family in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Where is this going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I'm moving to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-8401437548829407636?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/8401437548829407636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=8401437548829407636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8401437548829407636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8401437548829407636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/05/nikki-and-zero-part-76.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 76'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-8332440214947271007</id><published>2010-05-03T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:02:02.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero&apos;s conscience'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 75</title><content type='html'>Zero: Where's Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: She's in the White House kitchen making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (relaxing) Oh, good. She's the White House chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATE AT NIGHT, STILL ZERO'S DREAM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen, about to get a midnight snack. In the kitchen he finds Star, stirring some soup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Star? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yes, Mr. President sir. You're up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: This whole president dream thing is keeping me up. I'm just getting a glass of milk to help me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (tilts head) Do you really not know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (blinks, confused) Aren't you Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well, yes, but I'm something else as well. (smiles) I'm your conscience, silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: My...conscience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Did I stutter?? And do you know why you dreamed Nikki as your wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No, I don't. (frowns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Then figure it out. Just look a little deeper. (mutters) It shouldn't really be all that hard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT MORNING, STILL ZERO'S DREAM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early in the morning, and Zero is putting on his tie in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (struggling) I've never done this before...How do you do this?! Ack! My finger's caught! ....AHH! ...I've lost circulation.....Great, now there's a hole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (runs into Zero's office, excited) (talking fast) Why, hello there, Mr. President Sir Fox!! Wonderful morning, isn't it? Is that a tie? Why are you strangling yourself with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Hi Dillon! I'm trying to put this thing on. (throws the tie on the floor) I give up. If I try any harder I'll choke to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (talking &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fast) We wouldn't want that now! Nope nope nope! That would be baaaaaaaaad! Worse than when my Aunt Sophie got her leg stuck in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Have you had too much coffee this morning, Dillon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Only one cup. Maybe two. Just three little cups. Only four, tiny little packs of coffee. Was that bad? I can't feel my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I didn't know you drank coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: STOP YELLING AT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I didn't yell! You're gonna give me a headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Do you have any coffee on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: The last thing this White House needs is for you to have more coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: ...Shh. Listen. ...Do you smell that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: That made no sense what so ever. (pauses) Wait, what's that sound? (a low rumbling is coming from a distance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Mr. President, look out behind you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero turns around, and screams, putting his hands up to his face like a shield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-8332440214947271007?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/8332440214947271007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=8332440214947271007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8332440214947271007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8332440214947271007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/05/nikki-and-zero-part-75.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 75'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-11345549431296764</id><published>2010-04-26T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:40:01.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero&apos;s dream'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 74</title><content type='html'>Sora: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Then later we can get back to the stuff with me and Zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO'S HOUSE NEXT WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's late at night, and Zero is outside sitting on his balcony looking at the stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (opens the door and walks onto the balcony, taking a seat next to Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Pretty, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Is this what it was like in Alaska?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Did you ever look up at the stars, thinking that I was probably looking at the exact same stars right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yeah. I mean, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiles) This is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: We don't usually spend this much time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (thinking) &lt;em&gt;Do I dare even bring it up?&lt;/em&gt; (talking) Not even when we were dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's also nice that we can say stuff like that too each other without it being weird. That's a sign of a good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And we wouldn't want to rune it with anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I don't know. Like turning into one of those couples that break up over something stupid, like when to have lunch or which movie to see. Fake relationships like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero lets that sink in, while he unintentionally falls into a deeeep sleeeep.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO'S DREAM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero finds himself in a big office, with a bunch of old furniture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Where did Nikki go? How did I get indoors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a lady walks in holding a tray with a bowl of soup on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Here is your soup, Mr. Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (taking the soup) Thank you. But no need to be so formal. Just call me Zero. And where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: (looking alarmed) Why, you're in the Oval Office, Mr. President. And I do believe it would be a bit disrespectful to call you "Zero," sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: President?? What a nice dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Yes sir, it's a lot of kid's dreams to become the president one day. And you were quite lucky for going in history as the youngest man to become president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Well, that's not quite so different than being king. Shouldn't be hard. (clears throat) So...where is the First Lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I will go get her. (walks out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero wonders about who will be his wife in his dream. He looks around, looking at the steaming soup in front of him, the window and water fountain, and the rug with the eagle on it in front of his desk. Nikki walks into the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nikki, you are my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well, who else would I be, silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Oh dear. I think I had a little too much of that meatloaf Mom made last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (looking at the ring on his finger) No reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Did you need me for something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yeah. What's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Right now we are having our best scientists study the Big Foot our search teams found over in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Big Foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yeah. De ja vu with having Big Foot in a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What about Waddles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You had Waddles transported back to Alaska, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Now why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: After he started the brush fire four miles from here you decided he was too much work, and sent him back to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Sounds like something Sora would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You mean your entertainer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: My &lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (shouting) Sora, get in here! (Sora comes in wearing a purple green and orange fool hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Where is Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Fluffy! Your squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: You sent her away because you didn't want rodent germs all over the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: But squirrels aren't rodents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That's what we tried telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Where's Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: She's in the White House kitchen making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (relaxing) Oh, good. She's the White House chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-11345549431296764?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/11345549431296764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=11345549431296764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/11345549431296764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/11345549431296764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/04/nikki-and-zero-part-74.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 74'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7878094465807331308</id><published>2010-04-18T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:43:23.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain Forest Cafe'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 73</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;NIKKI'S DIARY ENTRY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Journal,&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually keep a diary, but if I don't get my thoughts down on paper I mite explode. It's really weird living with Zero...and it's only the first day I've been here. I don't want to feel like a burden to Zero and his family. I don't think I'll ever get over how awkward it is living in my x-boyfriend's house! I mean, even if we are just friends now...That makes it even worse! I wonder what I said to Zero this morning. When I first wake up I'm pretty cranky. I don't even remember what I said to him. It feels like I'm staying at an expensive hotel, it's so fancy! He must have gotten a lot of money back in Alaska. I wonder who the new king is over there. I should remember to ask him later.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel like I'm getting closer to the real Zero. I'm going to be spending the entire day with him from now on—because it's summer break and we won't be in school for a while. I wonder how long the house repairs will be. I'm not sure how I'll feel after I go back...Will I be happy because I don't have to mooch off of Zero anymore, or sad because I have to leave? Either way I'm afraid of the answer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to find this journal. I disguised it on the front to say "Science Notes" so no one would think to look at it. Clever, right? ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nikki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIN FOREST CAFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki, Zero, Fluffy, and Sora are having lunch at Rain Forest Cafe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I like my cafe so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Sorry, &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's so cool how they have mechanical animals like this, just like in a real rain forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No Fluffy, those are just &lt;em&gt;plastic&lt;/em&gt; trees. You can't actually climb them! ...Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Fluffy, you're not a rain forest animal! You're a squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You gotta admit, the entertainment here is really cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Are you saying that Fluffy doesn't do a good job entertaining at the Fluffy Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I would never! Fluffy Cafe is like, the only place to watch a squirrel do the worm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Still, the lightning affects are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I don't think Fluffy thinks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Aww, she's scared of the thunder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Did you guys know that Jkfrt got contacts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah. Now she doesn't have to wear those glasses to see the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Jkfrt doesn't wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: She did occasionally. But not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I've always hated the idea of putting anything on your eye. It's just gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That's Jkfrt for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's not that bad. Mokona wears contacts, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Star has contacts, but she doesn't wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Even Fluffy wears contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That's not weird at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: This is kind of a boaring episode of Nikki and Zero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yeah... Let's just let Jkfrt end it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Then later we can get back to the stuff with me and Zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7878094465807331308?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7878094465807331308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7878094465807331308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7878094465807331308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7878094465807331308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/04/nikki-and-zero-part-72_18.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 73'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2575100231576616658</id><published>2010-04-07T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:06:48.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh me oh my'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 72</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mrs. Hori: I don't see any other option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (turns back to Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ...but I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ....roomies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What! No. I mean, yes. I mean—*sighs* I don't know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: If you don't want me at your house just say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No no, it's not that! I mean it's just that...my parents! Yeah. I don't know if they would like it too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You'd get to live with Waddles for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hori: I'll call them now and ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER THAT DAY, ZERO'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero and his family agreed to let Nikki stay at his house until the repairers were done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I'm starting to think that you let that popcorn burn on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'm not&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; smart. (thinking): &lt;em&gt;This is the first time I've been in Zero's house...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: And this is where you will be staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the room they walk into is at least twice as big as Nikki's old room, with a king-size bed, flat screen TV, couch, popcorn maker, stereo system, bathroom, and desk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: This is the &lt;em&gt;guest room?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: We left the master guestroom for your parents. This one isn't as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: There's no way I'm letting you do this! It's too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What, this little room? Well, I'll let you unpack and get settled. (starts leaving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looks at the popcorn machine) You'd better get that popcorn machine out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I'm on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER THAT NIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero is about to walk into Nikki's guestroom to say goodnight to her. It's about 10:00 at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (about to open the door) I can hear the TV, I guess she's still awake. (Zero walks in the room, only to find Nikki asleep in her bed with the TV on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Awww... She looks adorable when she's not runnin' her mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero walks up to the TV and turns it off. Then he walks over to the sleeping Nikki and gently pulls the covers over her. Nikki stirred a little; Zero thought he had waken her up. But she was still asleep. Nikki lightly mumbles something in her sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Zero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero smiles to himself and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT MORNING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero is at the dinning table eating his breakfast, waiting for Nikki to wake up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nikki sure is taking a while to wake up. (looks at the butter) I can't believe it's not butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero hears a door slowly open and close down the hall. Nikki comes walking in—but this was not the Nikki Zero is used to. She has no make-up on, her hair is tangled up in hopeless knots, she has on a ratty T-shirt, and she has crust in her eyes. She looks kinda like a zombie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Goo...good morning, Nikki. (blinks) You &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; Nikki, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looks at Zero) Why wouldn't I be Nikki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I don't know. I've just never seen you first thing in the morning before. (thinking) &lt;em&gt;So this is the real Nikki...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (cranky, she punches Zero in the arm) Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You don't like how I look first thing in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I never said that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (sitting in the chair) You implied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (sighs) You want anything for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Nah, I don't eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (mumbling) That would explain alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI'S DIARY ENTRY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Journal,&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually keep a diary, but if I don't get my thoughts down on paper I mite explode. It's really weird living with Zero...and it's only the first day I've been here. I don't want to feel like a burden to Zero and his family. I don't think I'll ever get over how awkward it is living in my x-boyfriend's house! I mean, even if we are just friends now...That makes it even worse! I wonder what I said to Zero this morning. When I first wake up I'm pretty cranky. I don't even remember what I said to him. It feels like I'm staying at an expensive hotel, it's so fancy! He must have gotten a lot of money back in Alaska. I wonder who the new king is over there. I should remember to ask him later.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel like I'm getting closer to the real Zero. I'm going to be spending the entire day with him from now on—because it's summer break and we won't be in school for a while. I wonder how long the house repairs will be. I'm not sure how I'll feel after I go back...Will I be happy because I don't have to mooch off of Zero anymore, or sad because I have to leave? Either way I'm afraid of the answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want anyone to find this journal. I disguised it on the front to say "Science Notes" so no one would think to look at it. Clever, right? ^.^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Nikki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2575100231576616658?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2575100231576616658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2575100231576616658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2575100231576616658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2575100231576616658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/04/nikki-and-zero-part-72.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 72'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-1143218604067753791</id><published>2010-04-04T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:37:30.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living with Zero?'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 71</title><content type='html'>Nikki: I hate math homework... Why do they call it "carrying the one?" What if the one is to heavy to carry? The last thing I want to think about is carrying a fat one. (a loud, obnoxious beeping sound goes off) What is that? (looks up) The smoke alarm! ...The popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki runs into the kitchen, just to see the microwave and half the kitchen endorsed in flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I didn't do it!! (she grabs the phone and calls 9-1-1) I blew up my kitchen! ...no, I'm home alone. ...Yes, I have one pet penguin. ...okay! (gives her address) Thank you. (hands up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki finds Waddles and runs out the front door. The fire is too big to put out herself with the fire extinguisher—plus she keeps the fire extinguisher in the kitchen. Nikki watches helplessly as the roof on the left side of the house caves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mom and dad are gonna &lt;em&gt;kill me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY (SATURDAY), STAR'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Star and Jkfrt are playing video games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Star, could you turn off the fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Uh-huh. (doesn't move)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Did you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I don't think you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Do you want the fan off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (pauses) Did you hear Nikki's house got burned down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Jkfrt, I'm paying attention to you. You don't have to test me to see if I'm listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I'm series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That's not something to joke about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Does it look like I'm joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (looks at Jkfrt—she has a very serious face on) Well what are we doing sitting here? We have to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE NIKKI'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki's family, Zero, Jkfrt, Sakura, Sora, Dominic, Star, Mokona, and Yuko are watching people rebuild their house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hori: I don't know how you could miss a fire that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: It was all the popcorn's fault! I could have sworn the box said 10 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hori: No popcorn takes 10 minutes to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hori: I'm just glad you got out when you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yeah. If you didn't, the whole house could have burned down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mom, I can just picture you holding this against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hori: Why would I—yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hori: We're gonna have to find an apartment to stay in for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But I hate those motels! We have to stay in such a cramped little space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hori: Maybe you could stay at a friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki turns to her friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Sorry. I have a one-story house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I have a dog. You're mom's allergic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: My parents wouldn't allow a penguin in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: My parents barely let me have a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: My family wouldn't let a girl stay with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I don't think Waddles and Kyo wouldn't get along too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I already have five brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (turns to Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Erm...I, uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (turns to her parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hori: I don't see any other option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (turns back to Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ...but I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ....roomies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-1143218604067753791?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/1143218604067753791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=1143218604067753791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1143218604067753791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1143218604067753791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/04/nikki-and-zero-part-71.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 71'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2546980115781315139</id><published>2010-03-28T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:45:16.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire?'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 70</title><content type='html'>Dillon: Live a little! ...Aww, Star...why did &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; get the blue horse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Because you wanted the pink one, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOKONA'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV: We now return to the Michael Jackson Documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (crying) It's just so sad... They put him in a solid gold casket... *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: (runs in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Joy, what are you doing at my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I'm here to warn you about the giant man-eating waffle iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (falls asleep) But you usually don't warn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yeah, but there's no one else to warn, and it just doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(giant man-eating waffle iron bursts through the wall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Aw man, mom is gonna kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffle iron: You question why we always use the wall, but I question the idea of a giant man-eating waffle iron in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (still asleep) Haven't you ever heard of a door? (calls in Kyo, Kyo comes flying in) Thank you for not using the wall! (Mokona climbs on Kyo, and he goes in for a nose-dive) This is for interrupting Michael Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffle iron: Forget it, you mite have a fire-breathing dragon, but I can flatten you like a pancake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Don't you mean like a waffle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffle iron: You're really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I get that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo whacks the giant man-eating waffle iron with his tail, sending him flying through the hole in the wall, far far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant man-eating waffle iron: I'll be baaaaaaaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Suuuure you will. (wakes up, looks around) I see I took care of things. ...What happened to the wall??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki is making popcorn in the microwave, while doing summer homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I hate math homework... Why do they call it "carrying the one?" What if the one is to heavy to carry? The last thing I want to think about is carrying a fat one. (a loud, obnoxious beeping sound goes off) What is that? (looks up) The smoke alarm! ...The popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki runs into the kitchen, just to see the microwave and half the kitchen endorsed in flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2546980115781315139?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2546980115781315139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2546980115781315139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2546980115781315139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2546980115781315139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/03/nikki-and-zero-part-70.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 70'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6231553860033063892</id><published>2010-03-21T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:17:25.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Flags'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 69</title><content type='html'>Zero: I have a bowling ball. And I'm not afraid to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy ended up winning the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, SIX FLAGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star, Nikki, and Dillon are at Six Flags over Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'm feeling sooo sick over that cotton candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Baby. Take it like a man. (leans over and throws up from all the cotton candy he ate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Eww! Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Here's a breath mint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (taking the breath mint) I just threw up because I felt like it. Not 'cuz cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Let's go on the Tornado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I kind of wanted to ride the merry-go-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I can't believe I used to date you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Do they even have a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: We'll never know 'till we look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: We're not riding the merry-go-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: We're not riding the Tornado either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Wimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: A little girl cracked her head open on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well you're not a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (glares at Nikki) How about the Titan? I bet you five dollars Nikki will lose her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Let's see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TITAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: MAYBE I WILL LOSE MY LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (screaming like a little girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hey, Dillon really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a little girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (punches Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the Titan goes upside-down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh gosh. Here we go. I'm gonna die. It's just a roller coaster...deeeep breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I hate roller coasters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Then why are you at Six Flags?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I thought it would be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (leans out of the car and pukes) That was from all the cotton candy! ...Star, do you have anymore breath mints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (sticks her tong out at Dillon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MINUTES LATER, MERRY-GO-ROUND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: This is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I have never been so board in all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Weeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I need a camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What are you, four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (throwing his hands up) This is &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; better than the Titan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: This is a new side to Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: We should have seen it comming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Live a little! ...Aww, Star...why did &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; get the blue horse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Because you wanted the pink one, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6231553860033063892?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6231553860033063892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6231553860033063892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6231553860033063892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6231553860033063892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/03/nikki-and-zero-part-69.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 69'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2758117209707136667</id><published>2010-03-14T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:39:55.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 68</title><content type='html'>Star: He's my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget you're related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (looks at Dillon, who has his finger up his nose) Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORA'S HOUSE, NEXT DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(doorbell rings, Sora answers it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivery guy at door: Package for Sora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Right here. (&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;takes package&lt;/span&gt;) Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivery guy: Don't tell me what to do. (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Okay.... (opens package) No way! It's a box of styrofoam peanuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora's mom: Sora, I think the present is &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; the styrofoam peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Oh. (pulls out a coffee pot) But I don't drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora's mom: Neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: We'll just have to give it to Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora's mom: Who's it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: The box says "From: TheBackstreetSquirrels116." What do you think that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora's mom: probebly just a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Cool! Fans are sending Fluffy coffee pots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER THAT DAY, BOWLING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chica, Star, Zero, and Fluffy are at a bowling alley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sorry if this sounds rude, but I'm glad Yuko isn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Yeah! Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Don't remember at the spelling bee—Oh wait, you weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Let's just say Yuko can get VERY competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Nothing we want to get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Why'd we bring Fluffy with us if we can't understand her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: And why didn't Sora come with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I can sort of understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: My turn. (walks up to bowl, rolls a strike) YEAH! High-fives all around! (highfives everyone, including Fluffy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: If you can understand her, then what did she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Something about buying a pineapple plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Maybe I can't understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Chica, your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: What's the use? I'll never be able to catch up to you, Zero. We're half way through the game and you already have 53 points. (walks up to bowl, gets a gutterball) Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Well, you have 10 points, double digits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I'm behind Zero, too. I have 43 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Can someone turn on the bumbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: No way, that's cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Just think how much my score would go up if we did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Your turn, Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (walks up to lane, knocks down six pins the first roll, and four pins the second roll) Sorry Chica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Ugh! (drops bowling ball on her toes) OWWWWW! Today is just NOT my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: It's really not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Fluffy's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: (runs up to lane, rolls the bowling ball down the lane with her, knocking down all the pins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I think that's cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I don't think she likes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: She is insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: How would you know? You don't speak squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yes, but we speak common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Sqeeeeak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Fluffy does't want to play with a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: She ran down the lane with the bowling ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You're just mad because she's catching up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I have a bowling ball. And I'm not afraid to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy ended up winning the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2758117209707136667?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2758117209707136667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2758117209707136667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2758117209707136667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2758117209707136667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/03/nikki-and-zero-part-68.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 68'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-175519701966073892</id><published>2010-03-07T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:40:18.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going green'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 67</title><content type='html'>Dillon: You guys are so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: You do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Dominic, why didn't you bring Yuko with us here as a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I asked her if she wanted to go, and she said she couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Why couldn't she come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I don't remember what she said. I was tuning her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Do you tune &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Well Sponge Bob came on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARK, NEXT DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt, Dillon, Yuko, and Star are all at the park planting a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Are you sure we're aloud to plant things on city property without permission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Why would we need permission to do something nice? It would be stupid to go all the way to City Hall just to ask to plant a tree. Dillon! Stop picking your nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Huh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I wonder why no one's here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: There are usually tons of people at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: That's because the weather forecast said it would rain today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Then why did we come??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Because that way we wouldn't have to bring a watering can! Besides, I don't think that—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I was just scratching the inside of my nose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: So if we plant this pine cone, a pine cone tree will grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yup. Whenever you put something in the ground that grows off of trees, that type of tree will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: And if you plant a cherry a cherry tree will grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yup. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: And if you plant a baby, a baby tree will grow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Dillon, where exactly do you think babies come from, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: They grow on trees, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Come with me. (Yuko walks off with Dillon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dillon...you moron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I don't see how Nikki ever liked him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: There's obviously something wrong with both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I question why we hang out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: He's my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget you're related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (looks at Dillon, who has his finger up his nose) Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-175519701966073892?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/175519701966073892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=175519701966073892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/175519701966073892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/175519701966073892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/03/nikki-and-zero-part-67.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 67'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-3503984222279858910</id><published>2010-02-28T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:40:56.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 66</title><content type='html'>Zero: (licks) I hate coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (slaps Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Ow! What was that for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: For hating coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Aren't I entitled to an opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You're entitled to nothing! (crosses arms) especially when it's about hating coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You know, every time I talk to you, I just remember another reason why I broke up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I don't know....just....talk to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Only girls do that! Now talk to the hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I'm gonna go... (leaves roller rink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I'm out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hey, where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Away from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: We can't be more than friends, we can't even be friends...What am I gonna do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (pauses) Then maybe we should just pretend that...that we've never even met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (eyes get wide) Fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: See you when school starts. (walks out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What have I done, Zero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: This is usually the part where Jkfrt would say "&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;" but it's too early for that, so we will continue on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASEBALL GAME, FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki, Sakura, Dominic, and Dillon are at the Fluffies vs. Alaskans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: How did Sora manage to get a baseball team named after her pet squirrel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: God only knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: And their good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Yup, it's 20 to 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Yeah, half time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOUNCER: Alright everybody, for half time, we have the Backstreet Squirrels playing Story of a Squirrel and Bad Day! (if you scroll down on the Nikki and Zero home page, you will see a playlist of all the songs Fluffy and her band sing in her albom: Story of a Squirrel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I think Sora said something about Fluffy wanting to change the name of the band to Fluffy and the Fluffets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: That sounds awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: The Backstreet Squirrels sound kind of familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Maybe that's why she wants it changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I feel bad. Fluffy has fleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Kyo gave them to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Shouldn't Sora be here to support Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: She is. She's up on stage with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Haven't you noticed that yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (straning her eyes) She is! She's playing guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: She joined the band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Is there anything that girl can't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I can't believe ya'll are relizing this just now. She was talking about it all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Well I tune her out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: You guys are so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: You do it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-3503984222279858910?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/3503984222279858910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=3503984222279858910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3503984222279858910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3503984222279858910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/02/nikki-and-zero-part-66.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 66'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7930651456963867203</id><published>2010-02-20T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:41:24.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikki and Zero&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 65</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Clark: Can it, Bob. (looks at Zero) Hello, Zero. Nice to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nice to see you too, Sarah. (thinking) The one down side to coming back...this lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (turning back around) Let's go, this is getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY, PARK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki and Zero are at the park, wondering why all the others haven't shown up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I can't believe this. We plan to all go to the park together, and we are the only ones that showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I bet they set this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: And I really mean all! How can so many people plan to come, and only two show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And what are the odds it would end up being us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Frankly pretty high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well, I knew some people weren't coming, but I didn't know we were the ONLY ones coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Same here… Sora is grounded for using her dad’s credit card for the café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Fluffy is keeping Sora company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Dillon has after school detention for giving the class pet mouse a “ride” across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Dominic kissed Yuko and got detention for public affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yuko fainted and had to go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Star is at G-Kon (game-convention) epically playing video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Haseo got detention for telling Dillon to through Squeaky across the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Joy turned into a plant again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: And so did Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mokona took Kyo to the vet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Jkfrt is figuring out how a calculator works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And Chica is setting up he own line of Germ-x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I guess we could stay here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No, not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well what else are we supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It would be to weird to go anywhere with just us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You're kind of right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (blinks) What do you mean? Don't you think it would be kind of...awkward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes. But we're supposed to be friends. It shouldn't be awkward for two friends to just hang out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (looks at ground) You're right. We should go somewhere. (smiles at Nikki) As friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiles back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUNDRY MAT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki and Zero are at a laundry mat, watching cloths rotate in a washing machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: This isn't exactly what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But it's almost to the rinse cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Can't we go get some ice cream, or see another movie, or something?? I mean I just got back and I'm staring at some guy's underwear in the washing machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: When you put it that way it's sound kind of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Crazy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I was gonna say odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: That too. (stands up) Let's go rollerskating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: How cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's much better than what we're doing right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Fine. But can we just stay a few more minutes? It's almost done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ....Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROLLER RINK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I guess this is a litter better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joy runs in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Guys, I'm here to warn you about the giant—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Hey, I thought you were a plant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I fixed it! There's a giant—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: How do fix turning into a plant so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Listen! There is a giant—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Woah!! I giant man-eating coke bottle just burst through that wall! (people start running around and screaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Why am I even here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mokona comes in asleep, riding on Kyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mokona? Kyo? I though you were both at the vet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (still asleep) What, did you think I would just not show up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant man-eating Coke: Ha ha ha!! No puny Mokona can defeat a coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Let's settle this the old fashion way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke and Mokona: Rock, paper, scissors! (Mokona does rock, Coke does paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke and Mokona: Rock, paper, scissors! (Mokona does paper, Coke does rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: This could be anyone's battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke and Mokona: Rock, paper, scissors! (Mokona does scissors, Rock does paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke: Noooo! Beaten...at rock paper scissors??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo whacks the giant man-eating Coke with her tail, and sends him flying. That causes the Coke to get shaken up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (flies on Kyo over the the Coke, and opens the Coke, causing an explosion, Coke flying everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: That's a lot of coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mokona, are you still asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (wakes up) What is this stuff? (licks) Coke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: That was a weird one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Why was Kyo at the vet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: She had fleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I didn't know dragons could get fleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Sora will be mad if Kyo gave fleas to Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Oh dear. I should probably go check on Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (licks) I hate coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (slaps Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Ow! What was that for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: For hating coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7930651456963867203?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7930651456963867203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7930651456963867203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7930651456963867203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7930651456963867203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/02/nikki-and-zero-part-65.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 65'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6341952183139555996</id><published>2010-02-09T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:41:40.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 64: Zero!!</title><content type='html'>Nikki: (wakes up) Let me talk to Zero, give me the phone! (Nikki sees Zero standing at the door, and faints again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: No no, come in! So, are you just visiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Do all these enormous bags look like I'm &lt;em&gt;just visiting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (wakes up) So you're moving back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yes. DON'T FAINT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (dramatic) I'm...feeling....queezy....Zero....catch me....(faints fakely in Zero's arms, and Zero catches her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (rolling his eyes) Classic Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura, Waddles, and Nikki are at Star's house, Zero waiting outside, about to surprise Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (playing her PS3) Can we make this quick? I know it's important and all, but I'm about to pass...STUPID NINJA!....level 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh, this will probably get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Come on in! (Zero walks through the door, and Star throws the PS3 into the TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You owe me a PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You haven't changed much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Zero!! (emotional, Star picks up Zero and violently spins him around like a lasso) I MISSED YOU SO MUUUUUUCH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: WHAAA-AAAA-AAAA-AAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: This is worse then Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; didn't even do that. (Star throws Zero down, then rushes up to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (talking sweetly) Oh my gosh! What happened? Who would do such a thing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sorry. I...just...MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looking at tv) Someone has to pick up the PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORA'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura, Nikki, Zero, Waddles, and Star are at Sora's house, about to tell her the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: After all that's happened, what else could you show me that's so important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero walks in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Ah. Return of the idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (glaring at Sora) Don't you have some baking mix to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Not exactly the welcoming comity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I already gave you the welcoming comity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (rubbing his arm) Yeah, and it hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (talking to Nikki and Zero) So are you two boyfriend and girlfriend now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: After that? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Waaaay too much drama there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Zero, what about your dad's job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: He got fired. After that we just figured there was no point in staying in Alaska anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And why did you give me Waddles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Because he didn't want to be potty trained, and I couldn't stand cleaning up the mess anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What do you mean? Waddles always uses the litter box for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (looking at Waddles) You hate me, don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddles: (snickers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORA'S FAN MAIL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Hello fans of Nikki and Zero! Today I would like to take the time to talk to all my fans. And to do that, I am going to read some of the fan mail you have sent me. (picks up an envelope) This one is from Kelly in Canada. It reads: 'Sora, you are my favorite character on Nikki and Zero. But why can't you find the baking mix?' Well Kelly, that's a good question. A long time ago at the prom, I had thought Fluffy stood me up; but she was really just rehearsing with her band, The Backstreet Squirrels. I went so crazy, I started asking where the bakin' mix was in a British accent. Ever sense then I haven't been able to find it. I hope that answers your question. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT MONDAY, MOVIE THEATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki, Zero, Mokona, and Chica are seeing 'Michael Jackson: This is It' in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: We never even liked Michael Jackson. Why are we seeing his movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person one row back: Shhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: 'Cuz we had nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Plus I've only been home for a week; I wanted to spend a little time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person one row back: Shhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (talking to Nikki) You want some popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No, butter is bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Aww common Nikki, just take the popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I don't want any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (mumbling) Gosh...just one of the reasons why I'm not gonna go back out with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person one row back: Shhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (turning around) Listen, you—Mrs. Clark??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: You can't even be quiet in a movie theater, let alone my classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mrs. Clark, what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: (motions toward the man next to her) It's me and my husbands anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Clark: (mouthing the words) Help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: So you went to go see a Michael Jackson movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: We've always been fans of Michael Jackson. So I forced—I mean &lt;em&gt;asked&lt;/em&gt;—my husband to see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Clark: Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Can it, Bob. (looks at Zero) Hello, Zero. Nice to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nice to see you too, Sarah. (thinking) &lt;em&gt;The one down side to coming back...this lady...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (turning back around) Let's go, this is getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Nikki and Zero ever get back together? Will Star ever get her PS3 fixed? Will Sora ever find the baking mix? &lt;em&gt;Tune in next week to find out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6341952183139555996?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6341952183139555996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6341952183139555996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6341952183139555996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6341952183139555996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/02/nikki-and-zero-part-64-zero.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 64: Zero!!'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4924721715233841778</id><published>2010-02-06T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:42:55.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 63</title><content type='html'>Sora: No one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: (talking to YOU) We continue after this week-long commercial break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Who are you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: No one. Force of habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: . . . I get lonely! Anyways. Sarah, it is not against the law to egg people's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Then why do people go to jail for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Just because it's not a law does not mean it's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: But isn't it considered vandalism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: You do have a point there... Sarah, do you have a lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: I don't have a lawyer on a teacher's salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah, and you're barely smart enough to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: (glaring at Sora) I see dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: If you see dead people, where's Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: At Chuck E. Cheese's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Fluffy, so you're a lawyer, restaurant owner, and a member of a boy band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: It's not a boy band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Sorry! Band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Well, I'm pretty sure it's time for the jury to decide if the defendant—that is Sora—is guilty or not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (whispering to the jury) Hey. I'll give you all free front row tickets to Fluffy's concert if you vote not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Sora. Bad girl. You're not aloud to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Fine. (winks at jury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 MINUTES LATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Has the jury reached a verdict? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What ever that means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jury: We had, your honer. We find the defendant not guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: WHAT?! Did you &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; see the picture of my house?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (talking to Mrs. Clark) Ah, go join Michael Jackson at Chuck E. Cheese's. We won! (high-fives Jkfrt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I'm craving Chuck E. Cheese's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki, Sakura, and Waddles are playing Wii Fit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: This will help burn off all the Chuck E. Cheese's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What is UP with that restaurant?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddles: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Could you get that? I'm hoola-hooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: 'Kay. (answers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (on the other line) Nikki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (faints)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (picks up phone) Zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (laughs) I love how when Nikki faints, you always know it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Duh. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Try opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: ....okay. (opens the front door, and Zero is standing there with three tons of luggage) Zero!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (wakes up) Let me talk to Zero, give me the phone! (Nikki sees Zero standing at the door, and faints again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: No no, come in! So, are you just visiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Do all these enormous bags look like I'm &lt;em&gt;just visiting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-4924721715233841778?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/4924721715233841778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=4924721715233841778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4924721715233841778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4924721715233841778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/02/nikki-and-zero-part-63.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 63'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4325710151605153508</id><published>2010-01-24T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:43:19.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 62</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Clark: No, Joy. That's incorrect. Alright Nikki, you are up next. If you spell this next word right, you win the Spelling Bee. Your word is 'onomatopoeia.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (thinking) Hey... Jkfrt talk me how to spell that word! There's a song that goes to it... (talking) Onomatopoeia. (starts singing) o-n-o, m-a-t, o-p, o-e, i-a!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Correct!! (confetti falls, audience claps) Nikki Hori, you are the winner of the Spelling Bee!! You win this bookmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yeah!! You go, Nikki! (turns to the girl sitting next to Jkfrt) I taught her that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Thank you, Jkfrt!! (looks at bookmark) Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (Thinking) &lt;em&gt;WHAT?! That's the prize... That's the best they could come up with... Oh well, it is pretty cool looking... &lt;/em&gt;(Talking) I wish I could have won that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Aww, it's okay. You'll win something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (smiles) Thanks Dominic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (Blushes and looks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: (Whispering to Sakura) Why do I get the feeling that Maria was right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Remember in Alaska how she said something about Dominic having a crush on Star or something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Not really. I mean I remember Star beating Maria up, but I don't remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: (smiling) Well, they do make a pretty cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (Smiles too) Yeah. I guess they do. They're even cuter that Dominic and- Y-Yuko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (hisses) What did you just say???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Nothing! (Runs off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I just remembered I have to go... help Sora with her math homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (comes up to Yuko) What's the matter Yuko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (crying) I think... Maria's right. I think Dominic likes Star...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What?! That's crazy talk! Besides, Star would never take him away from you or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (eating a poptart) It's true. Star loves her friends too much for something like that to ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I hope you're right you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, OUTSIDE LIBRARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Guys, Mrs. Clark sued me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: What?! What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I egged her house and ruined her pansies. Usually you just go to jail for that, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: How could she sue you for that? She's a teacher, they don't make much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Apparently her husband works for Verizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: You're gonna need a good lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Oh, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, COURT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Alright Sora, tell your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Okay. Everyone knows Mrs. Clark is a bad teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: So I egged her house. No big deal. We cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: We?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Okay, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; cleaned it up. But you didn't mind, right Mrs. Clark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: You ruined my pansies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Then plant some new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: It's not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah, it kind of is. (thinking) &lt;em&gt;And I thought this would be a Mrs. Clark-free summer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Sora, do you have a lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fluffy walks in the room wearing a suit and holding a brief case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Fluffy is your lawyer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Do you have a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: I...I don't speak squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Shame on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Sora, would you like to call anyone as a defense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I call Jkfrt to the stand. Jkfrt, please tell us all what Mrs. Clark is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Well, one time I got a question wrong in class and she lowered my grade point average to a 60. She never stops scowling, and she named her pet fish "Gibbous." after a moon phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Objection! I love science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: And she shaved her daughter's pet gerbil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Mrs. Clark, why did you shave the gerbil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Because I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: She also named her daughter Finley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Named after my grandfather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Mrs. Clark, can I call you Sarah? Good. Sarah, would you like to call a witness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: I would like to show you some pictures if that's alright. These are some pictures of my house after the egging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: That's a &lt;em&gt;house?&lt;/em&gt; It's completely covered with egg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: That girl is my worst nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Seriosly, Gibbous? What kind of name is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Look at the pictures! I live in a giant egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: At least your house is edible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: I hate eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: What kind of person hates eggs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: No one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: (talking to YOU) We continue after this week-long commercial break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-4325710151605153508?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/4325710151605153508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=4325710151605153508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4325710151605153508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4325710151605153508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/01/nikki-and-zero-part-62.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 62'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-3550532142865594474</id><published>2010-01-20T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:43:36.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spelling Bee'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: part 61</title><content type='html'>Jkfrt: Is it so hard to just stay on topic? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (pointing at Dominic) He started it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, SPELLING BEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki, Star, Fluffy, Mokona, Sora, Sakura, Joy, Dillon, Dominic, Chica, Yuko, and Haseo are sitting on the stage of the library, waiting for the Spelling Bee to start. Jkfrt is talking to the librarian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: I can't believe your friends were the only ones to be in the spelling bee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Wait. So you're to say that my friends are the only ones in the competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Yes! I guess no one is very good at spelling... At least people showed up to &lt;em&gt;watch&lt;/em&gt; the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I was wondering, are there any prizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Yeah, yeah! First place gets—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: It's not a trip to Alaska, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: No, no. It's a free bookmark that says "Reading is &lt;em&gt;cool!&lt;/em&gt;" and has a picture of an ice cream cone on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Nothing. (glances at watch) Isn't it time to get started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Oh, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The librarian grabs the microphone and walks up on the stage, facing the crowd. Jkfrt goes to sit down in her seat in the audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Good morning people of the library! Today is the annual spelling bee! (crowd cheers) Let me introduce you to the lady who will be reading off the spelling words; Mrs. Clark! (the crowd boo's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Mrs. Clark is reading off the words?! What a stupid spelling bee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Let me go over the rules. When it is your turn, Mrs. Clark will read off your word, and you have to spell it. You have an option to ask for a definition or for her to repeat the word, or use it in a sentence. If you mess up, you are out, and you have to go sit in the audience. Let's begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Dillon, you are up first. (Dillon gets up and walk to the microphone) Your word is 'force.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Force. f-o-r-s-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: I'm sorry Dillon, that is incorrect. You're out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (as he walk to the audience) Just &lt;em&gt;once&lt;/em&gt; I would like to win &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Up next is Star. (Star comes to the microphone) Your word is 'pneumonia.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Pneumonia. p-n-e-u-m-o-n-i-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Correct! (audience claps) Next is Mokona. (Mokona confidently walks up to microphone) Okay, Mokona—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (interrupts) Mokona. m-o-k-a-n-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: That wasn't your word, Mokona. That was your name. ...And you &lt;em&gt;misspelled&lt;/em&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (as she walks to audience) I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; that word looked familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Next up is...Fluffy? From the boyband? (the audience claps, and Fluffy runs to the microphone) Fluffy, your word is 'squeak.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak. Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Sorry Fluffy, but there is no 'M' in 'squeak.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fluffy runs to the audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Chica is next. (Chica walks to the mic) Chica your word is 'hippopotamus.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Hippopotamus. h-i-p-p-o-p-o-t-a-m-u-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Good. Next is Nikki. (Nikki comes up to the microphone) Nikki your word is 'documentation.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Documentation. d-o-c-u-m-e-n-t-a-t-i-o-n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Correct. (Nikki walks back to her seat) Next is Sora. (Sora comes to mic) Your word is 'rudimentary.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Could you use it in a sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: (sighs) This word is so rudimentary, that only a monkey could get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Rudimentary. r-u-d-i-m-e-n-t-e-r-y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Wrong. Now get off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: So much for winning that awesome bookmark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Next is Sakura. (Sakura comes to the mic) Your word is 'orangutan.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Orangutan. o-r-a-n-u-t-a-n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Nope. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Stupid monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Next is Haseo. (Haseo comes on stage) Your word is 'epidemiology.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Epidemiology. e-p-i-d-e-m-i-o-l-o-g-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: That's right. (audience claps) Next is Joy. (Joy comes up) Your word is 'ran.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: ...ran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Yes, ran! How do you spell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Ran, r-a-n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Next is Yuko. (Yuko comes up to the microphone) Your word is 'hypothermia.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Hypothermia. h-y-p-o-t-h-e-r-m-i-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: That's right. (audience claps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (turns to the contestants on the stage) YEAH! Who's the champ? I AM!! (points thumbs at herself, goes back to her seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: (talking to herself) I can't believe I got stuck with this job... (speaking into the microphone) Next up is Dominic. Dominic, your word is 'ventriloquist.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Ventriloquist. v-e-n-t-r-i-l-a-q-u-i-s-t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: No, that's incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (walks to the audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: And that completes the first round. (audience claps) Remaining, we have Star Hatsune, Chica, Nikki Hori, Haseo, Joy, and Yuko. Next up is Star. (Star walks to the mic) Your word is 'monstrosity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Monstrosity, m-o-n-s-t-r-o-c-i-t-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Very good, that's wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Then why'd you say very good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Because the sooner we're done, the sooner I can get my therapy done and over with! (Star gets off the stage) Next is Chica. (Chica comes to the mic) your word is 'acquaintance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Acquaintance. a-c-q-u-a-i-n-t-e-n-c-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: No. Next is Nikki! (Nikki comes up) Your word is 'restaurant.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Restaurant. r-e-s-t-a-u-r-a-n-t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: That is correct. (audience claps, Nikki sits back down on stage) Next is Haseo. (Haseo comes up) Your word is 'disappearance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Disappearance. d-i-s-a-p-p-e-a-r-e-n-c-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: No, that is not right. (Haseo sits in audience) Next up is Joy. (Joy comes up to microphone) Joy, your word is 'toy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Toy, t-o-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Yes, correct. (audience claps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: (as she walks off) I'm pretty lucky tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Next is Yuko. (Yuko comes to mic) Your word is 'mischievous.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Mischievous, m-i-s-c-h-i-e-v-o-u-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: That is incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: What?! Unfair! Unfair! That is SO right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Just get off the stage, Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: No, this is bogus! b-u-g-u-s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Security!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (as she is being taken away) Security! s-e-c-u-r-i-t-y!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: And that was the end of the 2nd round. (audience claps) The remaining contestences are Nikki Hori and Joy! Nikki, you are up. Your word is 'epilogue.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Epilogue. e-p-i-l-o-g-u-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Correct. (audience claps, Nikki goes back to her seat) Next is Joy. Joy, your word is 'time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Time, t-i-m-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(three hours later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Alright...Next is Nikki...Your word is 'pneumonia.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Can I have a deffinition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: It's when it gets cold and your toes fall off! Spell the word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Pneumonia. p-n-e-u-m-o-n-i-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Good. Correct...again. Joy is up, your word is 'cat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Cat. c-a-t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Right AGAIN. Nikki your word is 'oblivious.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oblivious, o-b-l-i-v-i-o-u-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: Correct. Joy, you are up. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's probably an easy word...&lt;/span&gt; Your word is antidisestablishmentarianism...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: ...Could yo repete the word??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: No I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Okay... Antidisestablish...WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: No, Joy. That's incorrect. Alright Nikki, you are up next. If you spell this next word right, you win the Spelling Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-3550532142865594474?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/3550532142865594474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=3550532142865594474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3550532142865594474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3550532142865594474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/01/nikki-and-zero-part-61.html' title='Nikki and Zero: part 61'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4886309672344964724</id><published>2010-01-14T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:44:08.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spelling Bee'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 60</title><content type='html'>(everyone giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Don't judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: By the way everyone, we just finished putting up flyers for our Spelling Bee this Friday! It'll be held right here in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: We should all join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Everyone but me. Anyone who has ever met me should know that I can't spell to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: YEAH! I'm going to be in a Spelling Bee! (runs up to random kid) I have to go buy a dictionary!! (runs out the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Where's he going? He's in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (comes back in) I can buy a dictionary here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (sighs) He's doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY, NIKKI'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki, Jkfrt, Star, Mokona, Haseo, Dillon, Dominic, Yuko, Fluffy, Sora, Chica, Sakura, and Joy are at Nikki's house. So...pretty much everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Alright... So everyone is okay with being in the Spelling Bee, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Except for me. I'll be in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Fluffy can be in it too, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I don't see why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yay! How are you at spelling, Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: What'd she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: She said the longest word she can spell is 'coconut.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Huh. Well, that should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Nikki, weren't you the one who asked me how to spell January?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I had writer's block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Writer's block has nothing to do with spelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What am I, an acrobat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Waddles comes in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Awww, hey Waddles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Mokona, why won't Mom let us get a penguin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Because we already have a dragon. Isn't that good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Yes, but I want a pet that doesn't destroy the whole building every time he walks through the front door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: But you can't ride a penguin, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Maybe you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To prove it, Fluffy jumps on Waddle's back and rides around on him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (folds arms) That's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: PEOPLE! Have you forgotten why we're here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo and Mokona: Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: By the way. I can get very competitive, so...I apologize ahead of time if I get too...rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: It's true. One time we went bowling together, and Yuko got so mad that she lost, she through the 30 pound bowling ball at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I apologized fifty times on the way to the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I'm just proving your point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Remind me to never go bowling with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: At least you've never seen me in golf. You do NOT want to put a golf club in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Or a ping pong paddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: We'll take your word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Good thing Spelling Bees don't require any physical activity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Is it so hard to just stay on topic? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (pointing at Dominic) He started it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, SPELLING BEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-4886309672344964724?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/4886309672344964724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=4886309672344964724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4886309672344964724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4886309672344964724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/01/nikki-and-zero-part-60.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 60'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-332112248823860089</id><published>2010-01-09T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:45:02.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fluffy Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 59</title><content type='html'>Star: Either my hot dog is starting to sweat, or it's starting to rain and it's getting on all the food. (everyone looks up, and sure enough it is starting to rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Common, let's go get some of that new corn flavored bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLUFFY CAFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Mokona? Did you take a bite out of the table again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: ....But it's just so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mokona, Star, Jkfrt, Fluffy, and Sora are at Fluffy Cafe, thinking about what to do next)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Fluffy thinks we should go see a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: But there's not any new movies out. Except for that movie with Miley Cyrus in it. (everyone shudders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Let's go to the library. I think Dominic said something about going there earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic, Mokona, Star, Jkfrt, and Dillon are at the library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I didn't know you were on the wrestling team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I have been for a while. But I'm supposed to be making this poster for publicity for our next match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I love how you folded part of the paper to make it look 3-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Did you do this all by yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: My sister &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; helped me with the 3-D part 'cuz I didn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: How old's your sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: (with microphone) Attention everyone at the Public Library, I have alot of people with over due library books. So if anyone is called please tell me if you have the book with you. Nikki Hori, &lt;em&gt;Knitting for Dummies&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: She's not here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Dillon Bradly, &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Don't judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-332112248823860089?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/332112248823860089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=332112248823860089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/332112248823860089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/332112248823860089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/01/nikki-and-zero-part-59.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 59'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4680582379124100267</id><published>2010-01-03T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:45:28.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 58</title><content type='html'>Principal: Alright. Now that that is done with, Fluffy and the Backstreet Squirrels will be performing their hit song, Story of a Squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crowd cheers, and they have the best ending to 7th grade imaginable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARK, AFTER GRADUATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sora, Fluffy, Jkfrt, Star, and Sakura are having a picnic at the park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: You know what makes me mad? Mrs. Clark teaches 8th grade history, not just 7th grade science. (everyone groans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Let's worry about that in three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (putting I Can't Believe It's Not Butter! on her toast) If I get her again I don't know what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Did you hear she's pregnant? It's gonna be a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yeah. And she's naming her Finley. I've never herd that name before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Look who's talking, &lt;em&gt;Jkfrt&lt;/em&gt;. (Jkfrt glares at Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: What kind of name is that, anyway? Italian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: No. It's Gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: It's a language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (changing the subject) I would have brought biscuits, but I can't find the baking mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Who uses baking mix anymore, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Fluffy says the British used it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Is that why you ask where it is in a British accent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Jkfrt, who knows why I do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Good point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Don't you just love the costume Fluffy is wearing for her band? (you can see what she looks like on the site under the polls!) He looks like a rock star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Did you make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: No, she had it made for her. After all, she's a rock star who owns a cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: She should be in the history books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Someone should have that arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: But Mrs. Clark is also a history teacher. She'd never go for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone pauses to think about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Well then someone should arrest her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: For being Mrs. Clark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: That's a good idea, Fluffy. But I'm not aloud to use a taser anymore, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Either my hot dog is starting to sweat, or it's starting to rain and it's getting on all the food. (everyone looks up, and sure enough it is starting to rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Common, let's go get some of that new corn flavored bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-4680582379124100267?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/4680582379124100267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=4680582379124100267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4680582379124100267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4680582379124100267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2010/01/nikki-and-zero-part-58.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 58'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4591333030194633914</id><published>2009-12-21T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:45:41.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 57: Graduation!!!!</title><content type='html'>Monday, Graduation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh my gosh! I can't believe we're graduating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I can't believe it's not butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I can't believe what happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Neither can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I can't believe that Sora's still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: I can't believe that My sister got a pet dragon, you got a mermaid for a girlfriend and that Zero moved to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I can't believe I met you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: What's with the "I can't believe" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiles) Isn't it wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Not really, it's kinda creepy. Hey, where's Mokona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: (scoffs) I bet she's just gettin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (runs in with Joy) Sorry we're late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: I told you. And I thought Joy would be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Star Chop. (Hits him on the head) Don't be such a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Ego-maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Am I too late to graduate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: No, good timing though I think they're about to start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh my GOSH!!!! (faints)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: Nikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!!!!! We're just about to graduate and Nikki faints! Dominic! Do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I don't think there's much he can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yeah, I'm pretty sure he can't do anything for a nervous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (Sighs) Ugh, you don't have to rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Everyone! To the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (wakes up, groans) Did we graduate all ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (helps her up) No you silly goose, we're just about to. You fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Thank you captain obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Thank you captain DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh my! What are you all doing just standing there, get on the stage!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: I will call you up one by one to give you your diploma. Dillon Bradly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (walks up on stage, grabs diploma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Chica. Dominic. Fluffy. Jkfrt. Joy. Mokona. Nikki Hori. Sakura. Sora. Star Hatsune. Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after everyone has their diploma, Principal gets back on stage to make an announcement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Alright. Now that that is done with, Fluffy and the Backstreet Squirrels will be performing their hit song, Story of a Squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crowd cheers, and they have the best ending to 7th grade imaginable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-4591333030194633914?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/4591333030194633914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=4591333030194633914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4591333030194633914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4591333030194633914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/12/nikki-and-zero-part-57-graduation.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 57: Graduation!!!!'/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17709799778584028632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVLji5tdHMU/Twzg8I2PvNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VAzry4kQxPQ/s220/017FinalFantasybyrikusora_chan015.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-5878046472886235610</id><published>2009-12-16T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:46:05.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fluffy Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 56</title><content type='html'>Jkfrt: Why couldn't Zero have given &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; his penguin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: What a nice graduation gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Gosh, we're only going into 8th grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: He also said sorry. What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Don't know don't care. I'm not excepting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, AFTER SCHOOL, FLUFFY CAFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sora and Nikki are alone in the Fluffy Cafe kitchen after closing time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Why in the world would you want to talk to Zero? I thought you hated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well he sent me that penguin, and I wanted to know why he was saying sorry. So I emailed him, and told him to call me at around 5. But because of the time difference, that would mean 8:00 our time.(checks watch) OMG! It's 8:01!! That idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Calm down! He's only late by a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You're right. (pacing) I can't be one of those clingy girls that HAS to know where my almost-boyfriend is every second of the day. I've got to be rational about this. And calm. You know what? If that phone rings right now, I'm not going to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: SHUT UP!! IT'S HIM! (answers) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (on other line) So Nikki, you wanted to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yup. But first, thanks for Waddles. What, could you not take care of him anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's not that. It was just a token of my gratitude, to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I didn't understand that part either. Sorry for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Gosh, Nikki. I thought you would know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well could you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Sorry. I'm gonna have to let you figure that out on your own. So is that all you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes... But, you don't have to go so soon. Let's just talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: How's Sora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looks over at Sora) The same. She's still got that same crazed look in her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Of course she does. Congrats on graduating. Too bad I can't be there for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Well, I'd better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: 'Kay. Bye Zero! (waves) Wait...why am I waving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Bye. (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, GRADUATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-5878046472886235610?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/5878046472886235610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=5878046472886235610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5878046472886235610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5878046472886235610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/12/nikki-and-zero-part-56.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 56'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-1080579038774167883</id><published>2009-12-13T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:46:29.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waddles'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 55</title><content type='html'>Principal: Now. Each of you must right at least a 3 paragraph speech on this school year, yada-yada-yada. You all have to put it on a note card to read, and will take turns reading them out loud at graduation. You all can order your blue hats and dress-thingies online... Did I leave anything out? Good. Now get back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI'S HOUSE, AFTER SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sora, Mokona, Jkfrt, and Nikki are all working on their speeches together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: So what are you gonna say in your speech, Sora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I'm probably gonna talk about the principal retiring some to get more on his good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: That's kind of almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: What? Mr.Gortz is a good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone starts cracking up at the falsness of that last sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Kiss up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'm going to talk about all the drama that goes on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I'm going to talk about Kyo, and how if it wasn't for all the giant man-eating things in the school, she wouldn't be with me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Well I don't know what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: How about all of the stuff you learned, and that sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Not to mention all the friends you have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(door-bell rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I think those are the hot wings I ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And how will you pay for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Sora's dad's credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Nice! (high-fives, and gives Mokona her dad's credit card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki's mom comes in with a cage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki's mom: Hey Sora, a delivery guy just gave me this, and a letter. They are both for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'll read the letter first.... It says "I'm sorry. I know how much you and Jkfrt love penguins, so I sent you Waddles as a token of my gratitude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Umm, Nikki? Open the cage....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki opens the cage, and Waddles comes out; Zero's pet penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *gasps* It's Waddles!! Zero gave you Waddles!! All the way from Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: A PENGUIN!!! I LOVE PENGUINS SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: If only Fluffy could be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki's mom: You're taking care of that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddles: Squeak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: How adorable! Hey, do penguins use litter boxes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Why couldn't Zero have given &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; his penguin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: What a nice graduation gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Gosh, we're only going into 8th grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-1080579038774167883?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/1080579038774167883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=1080579038774167883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1080579038774167883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1080579038774167883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/12/nikki-and-zero-part-55.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 55'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-3664838007151526431</id><published>2009-12-05T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:46:58.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation introdution'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 54</title><content type='html'>Nikki: How about a hobo or something? It's bad enough they can't afford cable. Thanks, Star. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (looking into the camera) Join us next time, on Let's Take a Quiz! Good night everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL, LUNCH, FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: So what's the name of Fluffy's band again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: The Backstreet Squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Deja vu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I don't get why Fluffy joined a BOY band, when she's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I don't know why! Do I look like a squirrel to you? ...But that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER SCHOOL, STAR'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sora, Star and Mokona are all gathered around a phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (clears voice) Yes... Um, is your....... Is your refrigerator running? (waits a few seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (whispering) Guys, she just said no! What do I do? (talking) Well then...You'd better go catch it!!!! (violently hangs up) HAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA! (everyone bursts out laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (enters room) I herd prank calling! Who was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Are you crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: She lives in Alaska!! That's gonna cost a fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I have my dad's credit card. Chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star's dad: STAR HATSUNE!!!! GET DOWN HERE &lt;em&gt;RIGHT NOW!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Maybe I could show you how to use this thing and not get caught. I seem to be a master at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Let's do Mrs. Clark next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Then Zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: It's kind of sad how we have so many enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, SCHOOL ASSEMBLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone is in the cafeteria, waiting for the principal to talk to everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: (with microphone) Hello everyone! As you all know, next Monday is graduation day! (everyone cheers) You all will be going into 8th grade, and I will be retiring! I never have to set foot in this school again!! (evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Hey, why'd you sound so happy when you said that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Because, Sora, students like you are the reason why I wake up at night screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: (sarcastically) Tell me about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Now. Each of you must right at least a 3 paragraph speech on this school year, yada-yada-yada. You all have to put it on a note card to read, and will take turns reading them out loud at graduation. You all can order your blue hats and dress-thingies online... Did I leave anything out? Good. Now get back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-3664838007151526431?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/3664838007151526431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=3664838007151526431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3664838007151526431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3664838007151526431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/12/nikki-and-zero-part-54.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 54'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-5980530994927494486</id><published>2009-11-25T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:47:12.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Take a Quiz'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 53</title><content type='html'>Nikki: Let's just get Star out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAME SHOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer voice: Hello one and all, welcome to my game show, Let's Take a Quiz! Here's your host: Star Hatsune! (audience claps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (blowing kisses) Yes, thank you! Thank you so much! You are a wonderful audience! Welcome to Let's Take a Quiz! Here are this week's contestants; Nikki Hori, Dillon Bradly, Sora, and Mokona! (all enter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: So let's get to know our players before we begin our game. Nikki, it says here you have a boyfriend in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No! My &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt;-boyfriend is in Alaska. I hate it when people bring that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Looks like &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; got up on the wrong side of the game show this morning. Dillon, it says you are a playboy. How many girlfriends have you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Umm... I don't know, like 137?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Alright. Sora, I'm not sure I'm reading this right... But it says you have a pet squirrel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Star, you know me. Of course I have a pet squirrel. Fluffy. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: What an unusual pet. And Mokona, you have a strange obsession with dragons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I have a pet dragon named Kyo. I like to fight giant man-eating things with her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Okay, we're having fun now! We'll be right back, after this commercial break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What are you talking about? It hasn't even been 5 minutes yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Mays: HEY YOU! DO YOU HAVE PERFECT FLOORS?! IRREPLACEABLE HARD WOOD FLOORS THAT YOU LOVE SO MUCH?! WELL I HAVE A DEAL FOR YOU!! Introducing, Blue Glo! It hurts your floors and takes A HALF HOUR to fix again!!! This stupid new offer comes with two sets of Blue Glo, and if you call right now, you can get a DIRTY RAG free with your purchase! That's right, FREE! Just pay an extra ten dollars! But wait, there's more! Oh wait, there's no more. CALL NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAME SHOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: And we're back! Alright, here's how this will work. I ask you all a question. When you know the right answer, hit the little buzzy thingy! 10 points for every right answer. First player with 50 points wins. Voice from nowhere, tell them what the prizes will be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: If you win 1st place, you win three front row tickets to see Johnson Wisconsin live in concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Oh, I love his song Party in the U.K.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: 2nd place wins a week get away to Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 players: BOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: 3rd place wins a 20% off coupon to the Fluffy Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Now THAT'S what I call a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer: And 4th place wins a photograph of a used sock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: And along the way, our lovely assistant will be helping us keep track of points over by the score board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic is next to the score board, wearing a red dress and high heels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: So now you know what you're player for, lets get started!! Okay, first question: Which is heavier; a pound of feathers or a pound of bricks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (buzzes in) Easy. A pound of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Ooh, I'm sorry. It's a trick question. They both weigh the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: WHAT? How is that possible?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: They both weigh a pound, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Very good Mokona. No points earned there. Next question: Which member of the band the Jonas Brothers is the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (buzzes in) That's a trick question! They're all hideous! (crowd laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: DING DING DING! That is correct! 10 points for Sora. The lovely assistant will do the honors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic adds 10 points to Sora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Next question: Who is the king of Alaska?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (buzzes in) That is none other than Zero Fox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Thank you, Nikki! Correct! Sora and Nikki tied with 10 points, Dillon and Mokona left with none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (trips over his shoes while adding 10 points to Nikki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Okay... Next question!! A cowboy rides into town on his horse on Friday. He stays in town for 3 days, then leaves on Friday. How is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (buzzes in) Trick question! That's impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Wrong. Anyone else can still buzz in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (buzzes in) The horse's name was Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That's right, he leaves town ON his horse, who's name is Friday!! Ten points. Dillon, you are the only one without 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic adds 10 points to Mokona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Next question: How tall is the Eiffel Tower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (buzzes in) Can I use a life line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yes you may. You can ask the audience what they think, or call a friend or family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'll call my friend Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Okay, calling Joy... (ringing... Joy answers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: It's me, Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Can you make this quick? I have to go pick up my special ointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hey Joy, this is Star from Let's Take a Quiz. Nikki has called you because she needs help with this question: How tall is the Eiffel Tower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: You mean I just said that on live TV??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Shut up and answer, I have 10 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Oh that's easy. 990 feet. I went to Paris over summer break last year. Oh, such a funny story—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: 'Kay. (hangs up) 990 feet. Final answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That's right! 10 points! (Dominic changes score board) And Nikki is now in the lead with 20 points. (crowd claps) Next question. How do you say the following term in Pig Latin: Where is the baking mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (buzzes in) Erewhay isway ethay akingbay ixmay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: 10 points for Sora! We're getting ironic now! (Dominic adds 10 points to Sora) Next question: How much does the world's largest red panda weigh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (buzzes in) 422 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh, I'm sorry. Anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (buzzes in) 423 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Wonderful! (Lovely assistant changes score board) Nikki is in lead with 30 points, Sora with 20, Mokona with 10, and Dillon dragging behind with a big fat NOTHIN'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Eh, figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Next question. Name three famous fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (buzzes in) Tinker Bell, Wanda, and...um... (looks at Dillon) Oh! And Cosmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Why did you look at &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; and think of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Ding ding ding! (Domonic adds 10 points to Mokona) Correct! 10 points for Mokona. Next question. Name all of Santa's reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (buzzes in) Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (buzzes in) Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Bingo! Ten points for Mokona. And Dillon, we are deducting ten points for leaving out Rudolf. You now have -10 points. (Dominic changes the score board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: That's what I get for trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Now you're catching on! Next question: When is the first day of winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (buzzes in) December 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That was fast. But correct! 10 points. (Dominic adds 10 points to Sora) Next question. Finish out this phrase: "Fifteen minutes could save—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (buzzes in) "—you fifteen % or more on car insurance"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Wonderful! 10 points for Mokona. (Dominic changes score board) Next question: What animal is the mascot for Toys Я Us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (buzzes in) A giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yes, that is right. Thank you Geoffrey the giraffe! ...oh, and Nikki too. (Dominic changes score board) Nikki only needs 10 more points to win. And the next question: What is the red teletubby's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (buzzes in) Too easy! The red teletubby is Po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Very good! Just like Edgar Allan Poe. He is my favorite teletubby. That was a joke. (no one laughs, not even Dominic as he adds 10 points to Mokona) Well than. Dillon has negative 10 points, Nikki has 40 points, Sora has 30, and Mokona has 40! And the next question... (everyone leans in dramatically) ...will be revealed after a word from our sponsors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Head on. Apply directly to the forehead. Head on. Apply directly to the forehead. Head on. Apply directly to the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAME SHOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Thank you! Welcome back to Let's Take a Quiz! And here is the next question: What is the name of the worm in the Frontyaridans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: SHERMAN THE WORMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I'm sorry Sora, that is correct, but you forgot to buzz in. (crowd sighs) No points, I'm sorry. So we will go on with the next question. What was Michael Jackson's dress size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (buzzes in) Size 14!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That is... CORRECT!! (balloons fall, Dominic changes score board) 50 points total for Mokona! She wins the grand prize, three front row tickets to see Johnson Wisconsin live in concert!! (applause) Nikki, in 2nd place, you win a week get away to Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hmm. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sora, in 3rd place, you win a 20% off coupon to the Fluffy Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Oh boy. I get 20% off at my own restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: And Dillon, in last place, you get the photograph of a used sock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic is smiling and clapping next the score board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (walking up to Star) I'm sorry Star, but I don't need the Alaska trip. You can give it to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You're very kind, Nikki. But who should I give it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: How about a hobo or something? It's bad enough they can't afford cable. Thanks, Star. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (looking into the camera) Join us next time, on Let's Take a Quiz! Good night everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-5980530994927494486?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/5980530994927494486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=5980530994927494486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5980530994927494486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5980530994927494486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/11/nikki-and-zero-part-53.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 53'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-964356163040768909</id><published>2009-11-22T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:47:40.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster trucks'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 52</title><content type='html'>Sakura: Well Fluffy, it's your own fault for loving Sora so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Plus, Sora loves backing mix too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I want a waffle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (checking her watch) Isn't Fluffy missing her band practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I think it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAME DAY, MONSTER TRUCK STORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon, Nikki, and Mokona are at a car dealership looking a monster trucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I CAN'T BELIEVE we're looking at monster trucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Yea, don't you love monster trucks Mokona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Well they're giant, but they're not man-eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Plus you need a ladder just to get in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oooh, look at this one! It's got cup holders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Nikki, don't they all have cup holders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: You think we could take one of these a spin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No Dillon, we would end up in jail for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Speaking of jail... I got a phone call from Star earlier telling me she was in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And you didn't tell us because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Because we were a little busy getting the gum out of Dillon hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I already learned my lesson, you don't have to remind me about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But seriously. Don't steal the monster truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Who said anything about stealing it? I'll just take it for a spin and bring it back. There is nothing illegal about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Sure. Except for the &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; little fact that you don't have a licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Oh, licence are just a myth! Like Bigfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You're forgetting about the time Sora claimed to have spotted Big Foot in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I'm taking this one, it has leather seats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Try one with seat warmers, and chairs that really support your upper back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon &amp;amp; Nikki: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Anyways, you can't get in. You would need a ladder, and the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Look at that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: It looks like Santa's sleigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Good thing the tires are small. I can get in! It has cookies inside! (opens door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Mokona those aren't cookies!! There—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: —the seat belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Well they look like cookies to me. And they taste a little like toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Let's just get Star out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-964356163040768909?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/964356163040768909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=964356163040768909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/964356163040768909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/964356163040768909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/11/nikki-and-zero-part-52.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 52'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6404119208848558247</id><published>2009-11-11T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:48:11.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jail'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 51</title><content type='html'>Joy: Can I have her autograph soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: That'll be up to the squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I guess you drowned your head in the punch bowl for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah, oh well. She'll be at school Monday! Can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHCOOL MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is a crowd of people all around Sora, with Fluffy on her shoulder. Fluffy was in her band costume, with sunglasses on and a baggy hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person in crowd: Fluffy! Fluffy! Over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi: (taking pictures) Fluffy, how does it feel to be the first rodent to join a band??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: She's not a rodent, she's a squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Fluffy, I don't think I can bring you to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Fluffy, sign my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Fluffy, I named my son after you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers son: Mommy, I already have a name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: (harshly) Be quiet Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Out of the way, she's only signing autographs to friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: But I'm Fluffy's best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I don't even know you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE, WEDNESDAY AFTER SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (after movie is over) That was the worst movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Stupid Jim Carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hey... Where's Sora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: And Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: And Dominic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Star's cell phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (answering) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person on the other line: Hey Star. It's me, Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hey Dominic, we were just talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yea that's great. Listen, I'm kind of in a pickle. I'm in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: WHAT! Why are you in jail??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I egged my science teacher's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I didn't know they put you in jail for that. Who's your science teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Mrs. Clark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Of coarse it is. If you're in jail, how are you calling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I'm using my one phone call, so you had BETTER come through for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Why didn't you just call your parents? Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Because my parents are on vacation I'm Mexico! My aunt is watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: ...they why didn't you call HER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: .....Oops. Well, Sora and Fluffy are here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: No wonder... Well what did they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Sora robbed a store. She took all of there backing mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh, not again... What about Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: For the record I didn't know they put squirrels in jail. But she's in because Fluffy tried to break Sora out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Alright we'll be right over. (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Nothing. Well, I have a sudden urge to go egg Mrs. Clark's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAIL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic, Fluffy, Sora, Jkfrt, Sakura, and Star are all in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I can't believe you went and egged her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You gave me ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: For the record I didn't know you were in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: Squeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Well Fluffy, it's your own fault for loving Sora so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Plus, Sora loves backing mix too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I want a waffle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (checking her watch) Isn't Fluffy missing her band practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6404119208848558247?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6404119208848558247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6404119208848558247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6404119208848558247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6404119208848558247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/11/nikki-and-zero-part-51.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 51'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-5187219782785031017</id><published>2009-10-31T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:48:24.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 50—Prom!</title><content type='html'>(Yay! The 50th N and Z post! ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I've gotta big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well, let's just try to have fun at our prom in a few days. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A live band is playing on the stage in the cafeteria. Lights are flashing, and the whole school is enjoying the wonderful prom the girls set up, dancing to the music. All of Nikki's friends came, even most without dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Nikki your right, that dress is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiles) Thanks! I thought you and Kyo were going to play cards tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I didn't want to miss anything. Hey, where's Sora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: She said something about getting some punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (walks over to punch bowl) Hey Sora, what's wrong? Where's Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (sad) Fluffy stood me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: No offence, but how does a squirrel stand you up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I don't know, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Alright.... (backs away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Star walks into the cafeteria, wearing a yellow sparkly shirt and blue jean skirt, looking angry. Her hair was pulled up into a high-pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (walking up to Star) Hey, you dressed up! I thought you were wearing regular cloths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (really ticked) I was... But Nikki flushed my clothes down the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Oh. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I was NOT going to let her wear a baseball t-shirt and jeans to a prom! Mokona, that's a nice dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Look who I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic and Yuko enter, holding hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Awww! Cute couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Dominic did you rent that tux?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domonic: Na, I got it in a garage sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Yuko, I have NO idea why you chose &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Neither do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Where's Sora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (looks over at snack table) I think she just dunked her face in the punch bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That stupid squirrel... Sora's gonna ruin her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: If I know Sora—which I do—she will be losing it pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Losing...what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Her sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I think we have a bigger problem... I see Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: And she's walking over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Hey gang! ...and Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Yeah, that's right, Maria. I'm at the prom with &lt;em&gt;Yuko&lt;/em&gt;, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Shut it, Dominic. Mokona, where is Kyo right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: None of your business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: I take it you left him off his leash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kyo the dragon bursts the ceiling, about to breathe fire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: MOKONA!!! You forgot to tie up Kyo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I did! You think a 400 pound fire breathing dragon can be held down by a LEASH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Guys, I think Sora is trying to climb in the punch bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sora that's NOT a bathtub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (British accent) Where's the bakin' mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (British accent) I can't seem to find the backin' mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Oh, this is just great! Maria is at our prom, Kyo is destroying the building, Sora can't find the backing mix—and now Dominic needs to change his pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: No, it's punch! I just got Sora out of the punch bowl. Sora, you owe me ten dollars for the suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (British accent) Help me find the bakin' mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Well, my work here is done. Nice job, Kyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: BAD Kyo! Go home NOW and think about what you have done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyo: (roars and flies back home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria and the dragon are gone now, leaving the cafeteria a mess. Sora was in a fetal position. Slowly everyone in the cafeteria started applauding and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: They... like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in crowd: Best prom EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Ya! Maria helped us without knowing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Let's crank up the Michael Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom continued as they played Thriller, Sora about the jump out a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY AFTER SCHOOL, PARK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: That was The best prom EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I wonder why Maria wasn't in school today, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh! I talked to the principal, and he said Maria moved back to Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: What! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I guess she was embarrassed that the prom went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: By the way, I found out why Fluffy stood me up. She joined a boy band! They were recording their latest album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Well good for her! How can she join a &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt; band...if Fluffy is a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I guess it's not a boy band anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: This means we can get front row seats to all of her concerts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yay!! Hey, now she'll be taking on two jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (shrugs) I'll have to fill in for her when she's not at the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Can I have her autograph soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: That'll be up to the squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I guess you drowned your head in the punch bowl for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah, oh well. She'll be at school Monday! Can't wait!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-5187219782785031017?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/5187219782785031017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=5187219782785031017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5187219782785031017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5187219782785031017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/10/nikki-and-zero-part-50prom.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 50—Prom!'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2116146865073858144</id><published>2009-10-28T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:48:51.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 49!</title><content type='html'>Chica: (grabs Nikki's cell phone and answers) Hello? ...Yes, she's right here. ... Okay. (hands phone to Nikki) It's Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hello Star? ....WHO'S AT THE SCHOOL?!?! .... But she's in Alaska-- Alright. (hangs up) Guys, Maria Sanchez is in the school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: No!! She can't be! She put my boyfriend through so much misery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: ...Who? (confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Do you NOT remember the Alaska trip??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I didn't go to that, remember? I stayed back to watch Fluffy Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Oh, that's right... Well I'm not explaining it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL OFFICE, SAME DAY/TIME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What are you doing here?! And why are you at my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: We moved to Texas to tick you guys off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh well that's a nice excuse. (sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Sure is. And the best part is that I'm transferring to this school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Grr... How long are you planning on staying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Eh, a few months or so. I'm just in time for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Um, did Zero come too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: No. He told me he couldn't come back. I didn't want him coming anyways, it would have make Nikki happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: YOU EVIL LITTLE—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dillon! Don't start that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Well... Let's just get out of here. And away from Maria. (spits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: No one walks out on Maria Sanchez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (as they walk away) Ya' know, I was kinda looking forward to that Paris theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dillon you just lost your man card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Wow, this cafeteria looks awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: It's not girly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (sticks tongue out at Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Did you girls find any dresses, dare I ask....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Ohmigosh, yes! I got this red sparkly one with—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Okay okay, sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Is anyone going to ask who I'M going with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: You mean you found a date?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Ya! I'm going with Fluffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Oh. So Fluffy is a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: No, she's a girl. We're going as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Good for you, Sora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: So, what do we do about Maria?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: We can't let her rune the prom for us, after working so hard on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (mumbling) I don't think it was Maria that ruined the prom for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (nudges Dillon) Nikki, Dillon wants to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Nikki those pants make you look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: DILLON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (slaps forehead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I've gotta big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well, let's just try to have fun at our prom in a few days. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2116146865073858144?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2116146865073858144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2116146865073858144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2116146865073858144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2116146865073858144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/10/nikki-and-zero-part-49.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 49!'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-8304494124760016693</id><published>2009-10-23T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:49:19.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom preporation'/><title type='text'>Now Presenting, Nikki and Zero: Part 48</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuko: We all just thought you were clueless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dominic: Nope. I'm not THAT stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yuko: Right... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prom is in preparation, and Nikki and the gang are doing their &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; kind of preparation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While most of the girls go with Nikki to get dresses, Mokona, Sakura and Star are in the cafeteria helping the boys with decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CAFETERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mokona: Wow. The cafeteria looks so pretty. But there's a week until prom... Why are we putting them up now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sakura: Because if we don't, the girls will try and make it look all... girly... (Sakura and Star shudder) They said something about a Paris theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Star: (shudders) Good thing they're shopping for dresses. I'm just wearing my jeans at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sakura: I have my sister's dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mokona: Kyo and I are playing cards with my brother and his three dogs. I will get a call away if a man eating thing shows up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dominic: (comes in) Hey! What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Star: Other than me putting up decorations? Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dillon: (over the intercom) STAR HATSUNE!!!! PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE! STAR HATSUNE! Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Star: Great. Dillon. He needs my help with something... Great... Hang on. Hey Moko-chan, a little help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Mokona helps Star onto Kyo, and they fly to the office)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Alright Dillon, what is it that you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I'm freakin' out, man. Why did Nikki say no DIRECTLY to my face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Wow. I didn't know you could be so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Yeah, and neither did Nikki! What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Tell her how you feel. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: You know I can't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: And why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Because...um... She's not here right now. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Dillon...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Alright. Because I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: You're &lt;em&gt;scared? Dillon&lt;/em&gt;, just tell Nikki she hurt you! She'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(girl walks in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (looking at girl) Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What are you talking about? I don't know any Nikki. (walks over to girl) Hey. I'm Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hey, wait a minute... Do I know you? You look REALLY familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm Maria Sanchez. We've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: *gasp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRESS STORE, SAME DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: It was really nice for your mom to drive us to the dress store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Yeah, Yuko. Hey, I've always wondered something... Is your mom a mermaid too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Nope. Just me and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki's cell phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (answering) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person on other line: Hey Nikki. This is Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (hangs up phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Who was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No one. Anyone know where Sora is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I think Fluffy is getting groomed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I hope the other's aren't making the cafeteria look TOO bad... I really wanted to do that Paris theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki's phone rings again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Aren't you going to get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: NO I WON'T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (grabs Nikki's cell phone and answers) Hello? ...Yes, she's right here. ... Okay. (hands phone to Nikki) It's Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hello Star? ....WHO'S AT THE SCHOOL?!?! .... But she's in Alaska-- Alright. (hangs up) Guys, Maria Sanchez is in the school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-8304494124760016693?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/8304494124760016693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=8304494124760016693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8304494124760016693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8304494124760016693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-presenting-nikki-and-zero-part-48.html' title='Now Presenting, Nikki and Zero: Part 48'/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17709799778584028632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVLji5tdHMU/Twzg8I2PvNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VAzry4kQxPQ/s220/017FinalFantasybyrikusora_chan015.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7653776646493461757</id><published>2009-10-09T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:49:49.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dillon and Nikki'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 47</title><content type='html'>Dillon: Hi Nikki. I wanted to ask you something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Would you...walk with me to class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I don't think that's what you wanted to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: You're right. (takes a deep breathe) Nikki, would you go to the prom with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiling) Can I think about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Sure. (Nikki walks away to study hall, leaving Dillon, Dominic and Yuko standing there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Wow. I am SO glad that wasn't a straight out no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Ya, I'm surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Umm... Yuko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (getting exited) Yes, Dominic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Have you been to math class yet? Do you know what we're doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (sighing) No, Dominic. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Wow. Even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; know what's going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: ....Why does everyone keep saying that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(science class with Nikki and Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science teacher: Where's Dillon?! Why isn't he here today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: He's probably late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Ya, he was here earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Alright. Get working on your lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Bummer. I kinda wanted to see you turn Dillon down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'm not 'turning him down.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: But I thought you said—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (cuts off) I'm telling him no, but I don't know if I would call it Turning him down. I want to stay just friends. I wouldn't mind going with Dillon as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon walks in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Dillon, where have you been? Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Sorry, Mrs. Clark. I was held up in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: What are you talking about, you can't drive! And it's 6th period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Umm... I got nothing. I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark: (hands detention) Dillon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (sits down next to Nikki) So have you decided yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (tries to look him in the eyes) Yes I have. Dillon, do you mean as friends... or as more than friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Well, I meant more than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I'm sorry Dillon, but I just want to be friends. If I go out with you, or go to the prom with you, I just can't go there again. You cheated on me. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (sighs) Alright. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY, HALL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: So I can't believe you just told him no like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I said it as nicely as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: And... he just took it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: He seemed okay with it. But I'm not changing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Dominic if you ever—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (cuts off) Yuko, will you go to the prom with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (gasps) Yes, Dominic! I will. (hugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiling) Aww, I knew you two would end up going together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: But I don't get it. Why didn't you ask me sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Because I wanted it to be the perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: How was this a perfect moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: You didn't expect it, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Then that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I told you he would come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: We all just thought you were clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Nope. I'm not THAT stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7653776646493461757?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7653776646493461757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7653776646493461757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7653776646493461757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7653776646493461757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/10/nikki-and-zero-part-47.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 47'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7688537384255759749</id><published>2009-10-07T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:52:05.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom preporation'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 46</title><content type='html'>Joy: No, Mokona. Not after your little incident last year.... I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone leans in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: The school prom is in two weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gasps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I CALL NIKKI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well, who says she's gonna go with you after what Zero did to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Especially after what YOU did to her. Besides, she probably wants nothing to do with romance right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Umm, excuse me, is your name Nikki? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: We still have two weeks until the prom, there is plenty of time to decide who your going with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (blushes, looking at Dominic) Is there something you want to ask me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: No. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (looks away, mumbling) No reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: When are they publicly announcing this, Joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Tomorrow. During morning announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Alright then! I'll ask her tomorrow after morning announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER SCHOOL, NIKKI'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki is watching TV by herself when the phone rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (answering) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (on the other line) Nikki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hi. What do you need, I'm watching Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I just called to tell you that— Wait, you watch that show?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well you watch the Frontyardigans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: So does Sora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Doesn't Jkfrt watch that show too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: No, she watches the Super Pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hurry, what did you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I called to worn you that there is a prom in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: And Dillon is planning on asking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I SAID, Dillon is PLANNING on asking YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I heard what you said!!!!! Why does he want to ask me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I guess he was serious when he talked about liking you back in Alaska. Hold on—Why aren't you doing make-up work? Isn't that the reason why you stayed home today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No. I stayed home because some cow thought it would be funny to wonder over to our house and block the front door!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Try threatening it with a hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You think I didn't already do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV: (in the background) We now return to Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I gotta go. Bye! (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, SCHOOL, HALL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic, Yuko, and Nikki are all walking together to get to study hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (passing by a poster for the prom) So Dominic... Is there anything you want to ask me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (not paying much attention) What's there to ask about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (looking at ground) Oh, nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Get a clue, Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: What did I do?! (confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dillon comes in, and up to Nikki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hi Dillon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hi Nikki. I wanted to ask you something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Would you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7688537384255759749?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7688537384255759749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7688537384255759749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7688537384255759749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7688537384255759749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/10/nikki-and-zero-part-46.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 46'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7640814792930161059</id><published>2009-10-03T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:53:59.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dillon'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 45</title><content type='html'>Mokona: (to Chica) Mood swings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Well, lets go home. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, MOKONA'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Thanks for inviting us over, Mokona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Ya, this is fun! I love sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Well we haven't done anything together in a while, I figured for a night we could do it like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: And the fact that we don't have school Monday helps. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Ummm, how long is that popcorn supposed to be cooking for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Star, how much longer does the timer say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (checks) 25 minutes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: WHAT DID YOU DO?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: You're the one who put the popcorn in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well I'M the one who--see what you did? The popcorn is burning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: That's not the popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Star and Jkfrt step back from Mokona)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY, SCHOOL, LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (holding a jar) Grr!! How do these things work?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Umm, Dillon? Just twist the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (twists, jar opens) Oh! I'm sorry. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (whispers) What's up with Dillon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I think I know what's going on here. Dillon is storing his inner emotions for Nikki inside of him, therefore he is starting to act like a natural teenager would with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone stares at Dominic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Dillon's gone insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Oooohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Good thing Nikki's not here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Where is Nikki, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I think she took the day off to catch up on ALL THAT make-up work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Last time we will &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; go on vacation during the school year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: See a counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (smirks) I already do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: (runs in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Oh no, what is it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: And why don't I know about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: No, no, it's nothing like that, nothing man-eating or giant. I've just got great news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Okay, well you know how I'm on the student council?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh, so you've got some news about something going on at the school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Is it the can food drive!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: No, Mokona. Not after your little incident last year.... I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone leans in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: The school prom is in two weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7640814792930161059?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7640814792930161059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7640814792930161059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7640814792930161059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7640814792930161059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/10/nikki-and-zero-part-45.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 45'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2720774232966301656</id><published>2009-09-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:09:58.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 44</title><content type='html'>Nikki: Zero? (heart almost breaks) BAKA!! Oh, sorry. It slipped. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What did you do? Why did Maria break up with me last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: YES!!! I mean.... What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yeah. She came in, told me I had freakish friends, broke up with me, stole all my scented candles, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hey, don't look at me. Star's the one who confused her with a carnival ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sora: Should I go....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic: Oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star: I got carried away, she made Nikki cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sora: I'm gonna go look at the giraffes... (runs toward zoo exit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zero: How did she make Nikki cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: Please Star, don't talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zero: Hmm.... Maybe she wasn't the best girlfriend. But still! Who I dated and don't date is up to ME, Star. Got that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star: That's what I told Maria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: There she goes, talking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zero: I appreciate that you wanted to look out for me and Nikki, but you didn't have to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star: Oh, yes I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: Maybe we should just go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star: Come on, Nikki. And Dominic... And Jkfrt... Let's leave with our heads held high. (Dominic Jkfrt Star and Nikki leave without looking back, and Zero standing there watching)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLANE RIDE BACK TO TEXAS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what everyone is doing on the plane ride back to Texas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sora is paying for the overhead light she broke, Nikki is crying her eyes out, Star is reading &lt;em&gt;Kingdom Hearts,&lt;/em&gt; Mokona is video chatting with Kyo, Dominic is barfing up his airplane food, and Sakura is watching The Wonderpets Return: The Return of the Wonderpets on her laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt is trying to keep up with all Nikki's tissues (eww!), Dillon is texting the girl text to him, Joy is reviewing over all this drama, Yuko is asleep dreaming about Dominic, Haseo is trying to get Mokona to share the video chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuko: (After she wakes up) Hey Dominic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic: (hands Yuko a doggy bag) Could you hand this to the cleaning lady? She's coming down the isle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuko: ...Okay. (looks in) Eww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic: Well you didn't have to look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuko: (puts bag in trash) Anyways, about what Maria said at her cafe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic: (feeling sick again, this time for a different reason) That was...a long time ago. I'm over her now. (holds Yuko's hand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuko: (not buying it) It's okay if you're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic: Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuko: No! Of course not! I'm your girlfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominic: Well, I told you, I'm over her. (looks into her eyes, completely serious) I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuko: Ohhh, Dominic! I love you too! I'm sorry I would think you liked another girl. (the two kiss right as the plane lands)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BACK IN TEXAS, SATURDAY, COOKING CLASS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: I'm so glad we took this cooking class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chica: I didn't know their were so many uses for cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mokona: (says something with her mouth full)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chica: Nobody can understand you with your mouth full of bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mokona: (swallows food) Oh that is definitely not bacon. (gags)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: Too bad Sora or anyone else couldn't come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chica: Yeah, Star could have helped with the teaching. You know, 'cuz she cooks at a 3 star restaurant and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mokona: Umm, Nikki.... I'm not sure how to tell you this, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chica: ....your pants are on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: Huh? (looks down) Aaaahhh!!! My pants!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dillon: (runs in) Nikki, I know you took my----Oh my! Did you know your pants are on fire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: OH I HADN'T NOTICED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Dillon runs out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: (as fire alarm goes off) Everyone exit the building except for Nikki! Hurry! Stop rushing! Go faster! Slow down! RUUUN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mokona: (falls asleep) I'll save you, Nikki!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: WELL DON'T DO IT IN YOUR SLEEP!! ...On second thought, carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chica: AAAAHHH!! Mokona, I TOLD you to turn the stove off!! But nooo, you were too busy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating a DIME off the FLOOR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mokona: It was a nickel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: Would someone help me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mokona: (still in her sleep, extinguishes the fire) Nikki...? The fire burned through your pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: Look away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chica: Good thing everyone fled the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nikki: (sighs) I bet Zero would have known what to do. BUT HE'S SOOOO STUPID!! I miss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him.... HE'S AN IDIOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mokona: (to Chica) Mood swings.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chica: Well, lets go home. (smiles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2720774232966301656?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2720774232966301656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2720774232966301656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2720774232966301656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2720774232966301656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/09/nikki-and-zero-part-44.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 44'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4245099581315232166</id><published>2009-09-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:11:14.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 43</title><content type='html'>Dominic: No, Star never took the blame. Remember how I suddenly kept getting detention? I took the blame for all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Then do you love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I...don't know... Maybe. I'll have to see about that. (smiles) It's just that, every time I see her... She looks at me with those big eyes of hers... and I can't help but to smile back. I get this warm feeling in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Well, good luck with that, Dominic. (gives friendly kiss on cheek) I must go to Zero now. Bye. (rushes off to Zero's door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (Calls after her) Zero doesn't want to see you! So leave him alone for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALASKAN CAFE THE NEXT DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: My Dominic senses are tingling. Why do I get the feeling he's got a crush on Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: SAY WHAT?! (Cell phone rings--Star answers) This is Hatsune. Uh... Sorry, this is Star not Kitty. Grandma... Yes Dillon's here. Uh... sure you can talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (Picks up phone) It's Bradly. Hi Grandma. Not so loud, I'm with friends too!!!!! YES I DID PACK EXTRA UNDERWEAR GRANDMA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I gotta go Grams. Here Star, take your phone back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Hey (points to the counter), isn't that Maria Sanchez? She moved here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Maria... No! Oh man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Not her! Anyone but her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (Looks grim) That's Dominic's EX girlfriend. And apparently Zero's new girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (Walks in as Sakura says the whole new girlfriend thing) She's the one who took ZERO? I'm gonna...!!!!! ERGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Nikki! Calm down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: NO! SHE TOOK THE GUY I LOVED AWAY FROM ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Hide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Me too. Maybe if we sneak out of here now she won't--hey Maria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Hi Hatsune! It's been forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Don't call me Hatsune. I may say my last name for almost everything but please don't call me that. You bitter old...something. (is scatterbrained currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Oh shucks, I forgot about that! (Evil Smirk) (Turns to Nikki) Oh! You're Nikki Hori! Zero-chan talks about you all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone besides Maria: (Thinking) HOW DARE SHE CALL HIM ZERO-CHAN! THAT'S OUR NICKNAME WE GAVE HIM! Well, Star did, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You're... I... (Tears well up in her eyes) I have to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: (Smirks again and stops her) But you just got here! Sit down and have some coffee. I'll have it on the house; it is my mom's cafe. I make all the cakes and such each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (Thinking to Fluffy) No wonder I hated the food. Maria was Star's chef rival and Maria is a horrible cook. The food looks perfect but it tastes awful. Star always won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I really have to go. I have to pack. We're leaving in a few days and I want to be prepared. Plus we have to do something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: She's right. We have to go. I'm sorry! (pauses) Wait....no I'm not.... (Thinking) NO WAY WILL I EVER BE SORRY! NOT TO YOU! Maybe to Zero but... Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Then I'll get to the point. I want all of you to stay away from Zero. Especially you--Nikki Hori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (Slams fist on the table) Shut up! She can see who she wants when she wants! Don't make it like me and Dominic and think that Nikki's your greatest enemy! If you have to not like anyone--then chose me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: And me! I'm Dominic's current girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Oh, and did he tell you about his little crush on Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Liar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: If only he knew I can't keep a secret. (looks at Nikki) Well, I'm off to go steal your boyfriend now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (jumps on top of Maria) AAHH!!! DON'T YOU &lt;em&gt;DARE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (runs out of cafe crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Hey, get off of her!! She's just an idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Ah, great. Now I have to change my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: That's the 3rd time this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Not the nose!! It was a birthday present!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (pries Star off of Maria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That's your warning, Maria. Next time &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; before you say stuff like that. You hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: You people are crazy!! I'm getting out of here. How could Zero be friends with such freaks? (runs out, in the direction of Zero's house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: That was pleasant. She was kinda hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (slaps Dillon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (rubbing face) What is up with you chicks and slapping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY, THE ZOO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki, Sora, Jkfrt, Star, and Dominic are all visiting the zoo, trying to cheer Nikki up a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looking depressed) Thank you for doing this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: It's the least we could do after you had your heart ripped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: You really should have seen Star last night at dinner! I thought she was going to break Maria's arm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: We all got scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hmm, and she said something about Dominic having a crush on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominc: Yeah, I don't know what was up with that. (looks at feet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Well it's nice to know I have such wonderful friends. (smiles) Hey, look! Elephants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Very good, Nikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You know what I mean. Ewww.... they stink... (pinches nose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(elephant makes an ear piercing noise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Good grief, what has that elephant bean eating??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I think my ears need surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(elephant makes noise again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Someone give the elephant some peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: How did elephants get associated with peanuts? (then Zero walks in, and up to Nikki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Zero? (heart almost breaks) BAKA!! Oh, sorry. It slipped. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What did you do? Why did Maria break up with me last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-4245099581315232166?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/4245099581315232166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=4245099581315232166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4245099581315232166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4245099581315232166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/09/nikki-and-zero-part-43.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 43'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6266018583096064777</id><published>2009-09-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:14:39.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad Nikki'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 42</title><content type='html'>(Everyone Leans in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Zero was--no, is--cheating on Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: (Gasps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillion: Does that mean she's available, because I have nothing to do tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (slaps Dillion off his chair, out the window, and into the Arctic ocean) Took care of that -----!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Star! Go stand in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (mumbles as walking to the corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Now that all the children are out off the way, let's get back on topic. Now about Nikki. How exactly are we going to turn off fountain of tears that was going off last night. She flooded the bathtub, and it's a really big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Poor thing. And I thought I've been through a lot of heart breaks, but hers have been with all the same guy! How many boyfriends have I had, Mokona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: 172, well, if you count Hue Jakman. But that was a crush, but you did attack him with kisses at an opening premiere. If not him 171.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: What?! He's a good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I would hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: GUYS! COULD YOU ALL JUST &lt;em&gt;PRETEND&lt;/em&gt; TO CARE THAT NIKKI JUST HAD HER HEART RIPPED OUT, AND HELP COME UP WITH A PLAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: (wide-eyed and shaking).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: *&lt;em&gt;sigh*&lt;/em&gt; All right, now what are we going to do about Nikki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillion: (walks into cafe dripping wet, blue, and shivering) She can get together with me. I would never cheat on my girl, and besides Nikki's hotter than my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Wasn't Nikki your ex, Dillion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillion: Yeah, but she's gotten highlights. (drools) The girl has gotten hotter since the day I met her. (jumps from shock) Did I just say that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: What?! (grabs Dillion by the shirt and shakes him like a doll) How long have you been thinking that Romeo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: You have a crush on Nikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: That girl really has too many admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: What's the number for Gossip Girl, Mokona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Did you not just hear what he said?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yeah, but this is good gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Pervert pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakara: I agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Ooooooh! This is the best vacation ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillion: (red and babbling) Hey! I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys, but I have a good friendship with her now, and I can't take it if Nikki told me she didn't feel the same way me. I think I would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls at the table: Who would have thought he was deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO'S ROOM WHILE THE GIRLS (and dillion) WERE OUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: So... why did you cheat on Nikki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Why're you asking me- it shouldn't matter to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Wrong. I'm Nikki's friend- it matters to me. So spill your guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I... was bored. Of Nikki. She's a sweet girl and I don't deserve her. But I was tired of being "Nikki and Zero." I wanted out--different from what had always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (Punches Zero) Why can't you be happy with the life that was given to you?! Besides, you've never been "Nikki and Zer," you've always been "Zero and Nikki."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doorbell rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (Looks out the window) It's Maria. I have to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Maria. Where have I...heard that name before... Oh crud. It can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I used to date a girl named Maria before I met Yuko. She moved... and then Yuko showed up. She was horrible- she thought I was cheating on her because of Star and Jkfrt. I told her she had nothing to worry about. Then she saw me hug Star one day... And she tourtured Star- how Star made it through I don't know. But the day we broke up- Maria ran out of somewhere with a smirk on her face. The room had been vandalized. And in the middle of the room was a spray painting that said- HATSUNE WAS HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: She blamed Star?! Wait how do you know that she actually did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Star's last name is Hatsune. She usually says something on the lines of "This is Hatsune." Or "Hatsune was here." Never Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (Thinking) Weird... she has the same last name as that Vocaloid--Miki or Miku or something like that (Talking) Well, so what should I do? I really like Maria. And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: You'd better break up with her now. I mean it or you'll be hearing from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I.. will... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: That's perfect. Soon...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Go tell her to leave. I need to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (Runs out past Maria, then stops next to her.) Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: (smiles) Dominic! You've come back to me! (Hugs him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (Pushes her away abrubtly) No way. Never again. I'm never gonna forgive you for what you did to Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Hatsune never cared about it. She never once cared--she took the blame. So why should you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: No, Star never took the blame. Remember how I suddenly kept getting detention? I took the blame for all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Then do you love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6266018583096064777?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6266018583096064777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6266018583096064777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6266018583096064777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6266018583096064777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/09/nikki-and-zero-part-42.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 42'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-431084785994478050</id><published>2009-09-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:15:14.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero cheating on Nikki?'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 41</title><content type='html'>Nikki: You have the most beautiful smile. And…salad in your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (looks up at stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hey Zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(let the record show that Nikki has said this to Zero before, but he was out of the room and out of ear shot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I...love you too, Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (smiles in relief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two kiss before going to bed; Zero in his room, Nikki in the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (Comes out from behind the curtain as Nikki leaves) Zero-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (Looks grim and notices Star) Oh, hey Star... what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (Looks angry) YOU BAKA! (Punches Zero in the stomach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (Groans....) What the heck was that for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Idiot! Liar! Why are you cheating on Nikki?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (Looks Down) I... I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Then... who's the girl that called on the phone today?! I know it wasn't Chica! She called today asking for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone is busy talking while Star's coming back from the bathroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phone Rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (Answers) Um... Hello? This is the Fox's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl on the phone: Who is this?! Zero better not be cheating on me! I'm his girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Get your head checked dude! Nikki's his girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: And you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I'm his best friend--who ever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I just said I'm his girlfriend!!!!! Now stop screaming and give Zero the- (Star hangs up and unplugs the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Who &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; that chick...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF FLASHBACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: So, now you know... But Nikki and I aren't dating now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Be quiet you idiot! You promised Nikki you wouldn't do this! And to think you just told her you loved her. (Punches Zero again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (Comes back) I forgot my Purse! What's going on? Zero? ...Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (Glares at Zero) I'm not gonna tell her but I want to! You're sick, Zero, and I don't want to talk to you at all! So stay away from me and my friends unless you're willing to &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leaves, stomping off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What was that about? Tell me what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: She's right. I am sick. But not physically... Nikki. I need to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What is it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME ALASKAN CAFE, NEXT DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (Complaining voice) This food and place is horrible! Star's food is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I agree. I wonder what's wrong with Nikki... She went to talk to Zero then she came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the hotel room crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Maybe it's...something bad? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (Sighs) Well, I know why. Star told me last night back in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone Leans in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Zero was--no, &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; cheating on Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: (Gasps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-431084785994478050?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/431084785994478050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=431084785994478050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/431084785994478050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/431084785994478050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/09/nikki-and-zero-part-41.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 41'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-666788511313752854</id><published>2009-08-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:16:52.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 40</title><content type='html'>Sakura: So is everyone okay with Alaska?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: So it's settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chica: WE'RE GOING TO ALASKA!!! (everyone cheers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Zero, when do you leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: March 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yay!! That way it won't be so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: We need at least one adult to come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Mrs. Fox!! (Zero's mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH 1ST, PLANE RIDE TO ALASKA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is on the plane ride to Alaska. Here is what everyone is doing on the plane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora is having fun with the over head light, Jkfrt is continuously asking if we were there yet, Joy is chewing gum, Nikki has her hands in the air like a roller coaster, Star is reading "The First Kiss", Sakura is watching the Frontyardagons on her iTouch, and Mrs. Fox (Zero’s mom) is obsessively taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Zero is listening to “On the Road Again” on his MP3 Player, Dillon is making out with the girl next to him, Mokona is texting her pet dragon Kyo, Yuko is trying to hide her mermaid tail because she spilt water on herself, Fluffy is calmly grooming her tail, Dominic is scarffing down a bag of peanuts, and Haseo is glaring at Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hey Sora, where’s Chica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: &lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; had to watch over Fluffy Café.&lt;br /&gt;BACK IN TEXAS, FLUFFY CAFÉ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the kitchen is on fire, the smoke alarm is going off, and firemen are running everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I am SO sorry Mr. Fireman dude! I didn’t mean to leave the stove on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK ON THE PLANE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: My Fluffy Café senses are tingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: (nods in agreement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN ALASKA, ZORO’S TWO STORY HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It was really nice of you all to come with me to Alaska, just to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: And to spend time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Wow, this is a BIG HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Fit for a king. (winks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zero’s pet penguin—Waddles—comes up to Fluffy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddles: Squeak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: (sniffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddles: (rubs up against Fluffy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I know! They like each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Not that. What a cute penguin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (from another room) Oooh, what’s this? (crashing sound) Zero, was this fine china&lt;br /&gt;expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fox: Oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (holds Dominic’s hand) This is very romantic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: What, Sora breaking things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Thanks for ruining the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAME DAY, SAME PLACE, BACK YARD, NIGHT TIME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: So, are you having fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I’m always having fun when I’m with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: You have the most beautiful smile. And…salad in your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (looks up at stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hey Zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-666788511313752854?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/666788511313752854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=666788511313752854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/666788511313752854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/666788511313752854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/08/nikki-and-zero-part-40.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 40'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2288860188378495605</id><published>2009-08-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:17:27.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 39</title><content type='html'>Joy: ...Then what was it?&lt;br /&gt;Coach: You don't want to know. But let's head over to the Fluffy Cafe after school. I bet Fluffy can fix this.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: After all, she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;SATERDAY, NIKKI'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki is talking to her phone company about her broken home phone)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: So, can you come over here and fix my phone?&lt;br /&gt;Dude from company: Ma’am, if you’re phone is broken, how are you calling me?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I’m using my cell phone. Could you hurry, I’m using up my minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ma’am, if you want your phone fixed, you must call the number on the back of your phone.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That’s what I did.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You must do it from your broken phone.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: How am I suppost to do that if it’s broken?!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: If your phone is broken you must call the number from your broken phone.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (sighs) But my phone, is broken.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then you should call the number on the back of your phone.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ma'am, if your going to yell at me, you mite as well hang up.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (about to yell) BUT MY PHONE--&lt;br /&gt;(call disconected)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: &lt;em&gt;Well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, DOMINIC'S HOUSE, BIRTHDAY PARTY:&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt, Sora, Star, Yuko, Dillon, Dominic, Sakura, Chica, Fluffy, Mokona, Joy, Zero, Nikki, and Haseo are all at Dillon's house for his birthday party)&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (shouting over music) This birthday party is awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Hey Fluffy, thanks for helping me with the whole plant thing.&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: It was kinda weird being a plant, but I miss it. Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: (tilts head)&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: You can say that again.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hey guys, I'm board.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: What are you talking about? This party is definitly not boaring.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: That's not what I mean. The days are exactly the same, all the time. We go to school. Mokona saves the day. Big woop.&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Well, Zero came back for a visit. That mixes it up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Star: By the way, where are Nikki and Zero?&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki and Zero are making out in the corner)&lt;br /&gt;Star: Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Maybe going on a vacation will stir things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah, we could all go!&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: But where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Maybe when Zero leaves, we could go to Alaska with him!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki! Yeep!! That way we could spend even MORE time with Zero!!&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: So is everyone okay with Alaska?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: So it's settled.&lt;br /&gt;Chica: WE'RE GOING TO ALASKA!!! (everyone cheers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2288860188378495605?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2288860188378495605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2288860188378495605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2288860188378495605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2288860188378495605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/08/nikki-and-zero-part-39.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 39'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6620505036301118275</id><published>2009-08-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:19:28.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy is a plant'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 38</title><content type='html'>Nikki: I under stand. But you're really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Only and idiot would jump out of a plane!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, FLUFFY CAFE, BEFORE SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Alright sir, what would you like to order?&lt;br /&gt;Spanish dude: Autorización, quisiera un poco de jugo de la bellota, y la pizza de nuez. Necesito pensar en el postre, pero I' m que intenta mirar mi peso.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: ....Alright sir, what would you like to order?&lt;br /&gt;Spanish dude: What' ¡s la materia con usted! ¡Esto es horrible!! I' ¡m que vuelve a Canadá!! (gets up and storms off)&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (shrugs and walks off)&lt;br /&gt;SAME DAY, SCHOOL, GYM:&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Joy, did you get a bad spray tan?&lt;br /&gt;Joy: No, never again...(shutters) Why?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Cuz your face is turning green.&lt;br /&gt;Joy: What??!?! (pulls out a mirror out of nowhere) Is that a leaf on my head?!&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (plucks it)&lt;br /&gt;Joy: OW!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: You're turning into a plant!!&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Cool!! Now I can experience photosynthesis! I don't need oxygen anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Joy, you mite even turn into a giant man-eating plant. Then you'll have to worn people about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (walks up to Sakura and Joy) Hey. Who's the plant?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: That's Joy. She's starting her life over as a plant.&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I feel like a salad! (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Interesting. Well, see you later. (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Let's tell the coach.&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Maybe could change my name to Fern.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Don't be ridiculous! You're a ficus, not fern.&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Who's the fern?&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Told you.&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Joy?! Why are you a plant?&lt;br /&gt;Joy: I don't know... I think it was maybe that pudding I had earlier in gym.&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Wait. You ate something that looked like pudding?&lt;br /&gt;Joy: ...yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Joy, that wasn't pudding.&lt;br /&gt;Joy: ...Then what was it?&lt;br /&gt;Coach: You don't want to know. But let's head over to the Fluffy Cafe after school. I bet Fluffy can fix this.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: After all, she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6620505036301118275?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6620505036301118275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6620505036301118275' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6620505036301118275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6620505036301118275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/08/nikki-and-zero-part-38.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 38'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7581592681574430544</id><published>2009-08-11T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:19:59.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>It's an interview!</title><content type='html'>*The following is not a Nikki and Zero post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there people of Earth and all places welcome to Nikki and Zero! This is Star and today I've decided to interview none other than Zero! (Nikki was on vacation this week so she'll be interviewed soon!) So then, say hi to the people Zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Hi... (Blushes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: So, how're you feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nervous, a little bit... I've never been interviewed except for that job once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Job- oh I remember that. But Anyways, how does it feel to be on Nikki and Zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I'm still mad about that part. I mean you guys told the story to the whole world! Other than that it's kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: And currently you have no plans to move back here? From Alaska I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Face it Star, I can't move back yet. But if I could I'd jump for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: (sighs and hits her hand on her forehead) Don't jump out anymore planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (Shakes head) No, but thanks to that I got Nikki to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (enters) What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Oh. Uh weren't you supposed to interview Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: I was but- Sora took her to the vet. She had fleas. So I'm interviewing Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (sits down next to Star) All right here's some personal questions. What's your hair Color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: The site I think it's red. In the Manga- it's black (Manga is done by Star but you won't be seeing it yet as it's not really done yet. Some of it differs from the orginal but mostly it's the same.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: What's your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Well, I do like technology but I'm doing some sports right now. Soccer? Err... Football to some people. And Regular American Football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: That's really not like you, so anyone in particular you want to talk to- we have a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Well, Nikki after all I did come down here for the summer only to find out she's on vacation. I've talked to everyone but her! I can't get a signal from her cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Okay, We'll let you do that later- any colors, hobbies, what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Blue or Green, Hobbies? I'm not sure- Video games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Skateboarding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: That's you Star, but I do ride my bike when you do that. And What not- what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Anything you'd like to add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No. I'm just gonna call Nikki then play some Football with Dominic and Haseo and maybe Dillon. See ya. (Takes phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well, that's it. Let's go listen in on the conversation! After this I'm going skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: And I'm going to go home and play Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nikki? What do you mean it isn't Nikki? Then Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Dude, it's Haseo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Why do you have Nikki's Phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: Mokona and I are house sitting, and she left her phone here. I'll give you the hotel number if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Okay, but I'm exausted from that- tell me after Football. So I can call her in my hotel. So Star and Jkfrt won't listen in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt+Star: Oh Crud he caught us! RUN!&lt;br /&gt;(Run off- with Zero chasing them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7581592681574430544?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7581592681574430544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7581592681574430544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7581592681574430544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7581592681574430544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-interview.html' title='It&apos;s an interview!'/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17709799778584028632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVLji5tdHMU/Twzg8I2PvNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VAzry4kQxPQ/s220/017FinalFantasybyrikusora_chan015.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2066759267628423115</id><published>2009-08-09T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:21:32.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 37</title><content type='html'>Voice from behind: Even when she’s being attacked, she’s cute. (all turn around to the familiar voice)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (standing behind everyone) Hey, Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Zero!!!! (hugs) How’ve you been? How was Alaska? I found out there are no penguins in Alaska! Was it beautiful? Was it cold? How’s your dog? Oh wait, you don’t have a dog. What? Yuko? No. You don’t have a dog. Silly me. Nikki! Your still talking! I know! Be quiet! Zero’s here! I’m babbling again!(slaps hand over mouth)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nice to see you too, Nikki. (turns to Dominic and Yuko) Nice to see you again, Yuko! I see you’ve met my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I can’t believe your back! Long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Dominic! Buddy! We gotta catch up later.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Dude, you’re like, taller.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Are you staying permanently?&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No, just a Valentine’s visit.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: How romantic… (bats eye lashes)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: We can’t have an on and off relationship, so we can date when I permanently return.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: When on earth will that be?!?&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I don’t know, mid-high school?&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki faints)&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Does that happen often?&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: More than you think. Most of the time caused by you.&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I feel special.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL, TUESDAY;&lt;br /&gt;Zero walks in, attacked by dozens of old friends&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt And Star: Dude, You're back! What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: Hey, where’d all my attention go?&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (asleep) I have a pet dragon!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chica: You got taller!&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: THANK you!&lt;br /&gt;Teachers: Leave Zero alone! Let him go to class!&lt;br /&gt;Principal: (pats on back) Welcome back, son. Welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You’re not my father.&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Let me have my moment.&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, LOVE HANDEL CONCERT:&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (Shouting over noise) This is a great concert!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: And a great celebration for knowing how you two broke up!&lt;br /&gt;Star: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I think she said she's choking up!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Thanks, I too am having fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What?!?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: She said her grandmother is calling her!!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But I'm not wearing a hat!!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: No, YOU'RE the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But I--&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Guys, why are we talking about butter?!&lt;br /&gt;(Love Handel spotlight shines on Nikki and Zero)&lt;br /&gt;Love Handel dude: Don't just stand there, kiss her! (Nikki and Zero kiss)&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI'S BALCONY, THURSDAY NIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;(looking at stars) Zero: That was amazing last night. I had a strange feeling of deja vu, though.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Glad I'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;Zero: You know, we won't be moving back here any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But we'll definitely go out again when you come back?&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (thinks) We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I didn't have a choice, I had to move.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I under stand. But you're really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Only and idiot would jump out of a plane!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2066759267628423115?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2066759267628423115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2066759267628423115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2066759267628423115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2066759267628423115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/08/nikki-and-zero-part-37.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 37'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2301839192999877939</id><published>2009-08-01T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:22:43.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero, Part 36</title><content type='html'>Random Sora jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Sora, why are you shaving that flea?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Because he’s a little scratchy!&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Sora, why are you talking to that monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: That’s not a monkey, that’s Jkfrt!&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sora, why did that pillow give you five dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Because it’s a big softy!&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Sora, why are you talking to that orange?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Because his gossip is juicy!&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Sora, why are you setting that 6th grader on fire?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Because she needs to be the brightest one in school!&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Sora, why are you oiling that mouse?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Because he’s a little squeaky!&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Sora, why are you helping that elderly chicken across the road?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Isn’t that kind of self explanatory?&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Random Sora jokes. Hope you enjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT PARK, AFTER SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hey look, a squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Shouldn’t Sora be here?&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Eh, not all squirrels are Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Umm…guys? Is it just me, or is that squirrel eyeing me?&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: It does kind of seam that way…&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Maybe it’s mad at you for wearing that fur coat.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (looks down and see herself wearing fur coat) Oh shoot.&lt;br /&gt;Squirrel: (attacks Nikki)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! GET IT OFF!!!! HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (gets out video camera, hits record) I told you not to wear that fur coat!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Help her!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: OOOOWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Well, I don’t see you doing anything!&lt;br /&gt;(the squirrel rips off her fur coat and runs away)&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (puts up video camera)&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: That was unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (cold) (attacks Dominic) WHY DID YOU SIT THERE VIDEO TAPING ME WHEN A SQUIRREL JUST ATTACKED ME?!?!?!?! IDIOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Hey, don’t attack my boyfriend! (stops Nikki)&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Well, let’s watch the video!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: …fine.&lt;br /&gt;(all gather around Dominic to watch)&lt;br /&gt;Voice from behind: Even when she’s being attacked, she’s cute. (all turn around to the familiar voice)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (standing behind everyone) Hey, Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2301839192999877939?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2301839192999877939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2301839192999877939' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2301839192999877939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2301839192999877939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/08/nikki-and-zero-part-36.html' title='Nikki and Zero, Part 36'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2936531215221064242</id><published>2009-07-24T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:23:29.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mermaid'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 35</title><content type='html'>Yuko: Can I tell you a secret about me?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yuko, did you break up with Dominic?&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: No, not that bad. I'm... a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Wait...what?&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yup. 'Tis true.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Prove it.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I will tomorrow. I have a pool, you can come over.&lt;br /&gt;SAME DAY, AFTER SCHOOL, FLUFFY CAFE:&lt;br /&gt;Star: Sora, get over here!&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yes? And what's all the racket coming from the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;Star: That's the problem! Sakura got her foot stuck in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Again?!&lt;br /&gt;BATHROOM:&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Help!!! My foot is stuck in the toilet again!&lt;br /&gt;Star: It's okay, we'll help you. Now how did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I came in here trying to find Fluffy. I thought he mite come out of the toilet again, and then it's all a blur...&lt;br /&gt;Sora: ...Just help us pull.&lt;br /&gt;YUKO'S HOUSE, SWIMMING POOL:&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt and Yuko are in the pool swimming, Yuko with a mermaid tale)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I'm sorry I didn't believe you!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Happens ALL the time. Did you know I used to live in Atlantis?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: So THAT'S where you come from!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Then we moved to Texas, where we were neighbors with Zero. Oh, and my nickname was Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Isn't that taking it a bit too far?&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Not when your a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2936531215221064242?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2936531215221064242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2936531215221064242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2936531215221064242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2936531215221064242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/07/nikki-and-zero-part-35.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 35'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7473766242681025070</id><published>2009-07-19T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:24:09.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fluffy Cafe'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 34</title><content type='html'>Nikki: I mean how did we break up!! Wait, a toilet??&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Nikki, it was &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; fault you two broke up.&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt tells Nikki the story)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: HAHAHAHA!!! Have you told Sora yet? She will crack up!! Fluffy came out of the toilet!!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: I thought you would be devastated.&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, FLUFFY CAFE:&lt;br /&gt;(Sora started her own restaurant, called Fluffy Cafe, based on her pet cat/squirrel, Fluffy. Star is the chef, and Fluffy did entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (walks in, sits down at table)&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (owner/waitress)Welcome, Jkfrt, to Fluffy Cafe!! The only squirrel based cafe in the tri-state area! May I take your order?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Wow, Sora, you really out did yourself here. Look at all these costumers! How'd you get the money to do this?&lt;br /&gt;Sora and Jkfrt: Dad's credit card. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Very interesting menu. What is the acorn delight?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Chocolate ice cream topped with nuts!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Talk about squirrel based. I'll have that!&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (walks in kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (watches Fluffy as she does the Macarena on stage for entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen: BOOM!!!!! (explosion)&lt;br /&gt;Star: (from kitchen) Sora!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: :l&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: And then, it just blew up!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: But the Cafe is okay, right?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Oh yeah, it was just the microwave. Nothing really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: And they're still in business?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Can I tell you a secret about me?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yuko, did you break up with Domonic?&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: No, not that bad. I'm... a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7473766242681025070?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7473766242681025070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7473766242681025070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7473766242681025070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7473766242681025070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/07/nikki-and-zero-part-34.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 34'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-7382602498750753613</id><published>2009-06-28T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:24:47.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time machine'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 33</title><content type='html'>Mechanic: You guys gotta go in now, before the battery runs out!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt and Star grab hands, and jump through the door&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THEY'RE THOUGH:&lt;br /&gt;Star and Jkfrt are at what appears to be a concert&lt;br /&gt;Star: The rummer was true! They DID break up at a concert!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Common, let's find them.&lt;br /&gt;Star: Ummm, I gotta use a porta potty first.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Hey, this is a Love Handel concert!! I remember going to this!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oh yeah! And I had to use the restroom really bad, and then--- (stops)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Oh... (remembering) Hurry, there's a porta potty over there. (points)&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt and Star put there ears up to the porta potty)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (faint) Zero, we're in a porta potty at a Love Handel concert. Just say it. Why are we in a porta potty, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (also faint) So we don't have to scream to hear each other. Nikki, it's been a really nice time going out with you, but...&lt;br /&gt;(all of a sudden, Jkfrt and Star---the ones in the past---come rushing over)&lt;br /&gt;Star in the past: HEY, HURRY UP IN THERE!!! I have to go really bad!! (pounds on door)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nikki, we need to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Star in past: HURRY UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt from past: Star, don't rush!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Take a break from what?&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Going out. Yes, I'm breaking up with you. I'm sick of Star and Jkfrt always setting us up on dates behind our backs. And, I just don't feal anything anymore.(comes out of porta potty with Nikki)&lt;br /&gt;Star from past: (dashes in and shuts door)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (walks back to concert)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki just stands there&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt from past: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: He broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: GASP!&lt;br /&gt;Star from past: (didn't hear Nikki) AAAHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt from past: What?&lt;br /&gt;Star from past: SOMETHING JUST CAME OUT OF THE TOILET!!!...OHMYGOSH, IT'S FLUFFY THE SQUIRREL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt from past: ...&lt;br /&gt;Regular Jkfrt: Omigosh...how sad...&lt;br /&gt;Star: I know... I had a rash for weeks 'cuz of Fluffy. (mad)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (thumps Star upside the head)&lt;br /&gt;IN PRESENT, JKFRT'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki Jkfrt and Star are talking about what happened in the past)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I can't believe the rumers were true.&lt;br /&gt;Star: I can't believe Fluffy did that to me.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Guys, will you just tell me what happened? And what about Fluffy?!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Okay, I'll tell. Fluffy came out of a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I mean how did we break up!! Wait, a toilet??&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Nikki, it was &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; fault you two broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-7382602498750753613?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/7382602498750753613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=7382602498750753613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7382602498750753613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/7382602498750753613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/06/nikki-and-zero-part-33.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 33'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-1115530321059813002</id><published>2009-06-26T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:25:39.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time machine'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 32</title><content type='html'>Dominic: Sigh... I wish we could there was a way to find out how they actually broke up.&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (gets an idea) I got it!! (completely serious) We'll make a time machine!&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Ha! Yeah right. Wait... You're serious?&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;AT LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;Star: A time machine? We're in middle school. We can't even win a science fair.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: So we'll hire somebody. But I was thinking you and Jkfrt could go in it and see how they broke up!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: It's worth a shot.&lt;br /&gt;AT A MECHANIC PLACE, AFTER SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;Mechanic: (with strong Texas accent) So ya'll wanna build a time machine, ay?&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;Mechanic: All right, but it'll cost ya.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (nudges Star)(whispers) Star. How much money to you have?&lt;br /&gt;Star: (whispers) I have my dad's credit card.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Sold!&lt;br /&gt;AT THE PARK:&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: (chanting) FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;(Dillon and some blond boy with glasses are circling around each other, fists up)&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (comes in) Haseo! Mom will be so disappointed in you! What are you &lt;em&gt;doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid with glasses, known as Haseo: Awwww, Mokona... You're no fun... He started it.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: I did not! (looks at Mokona) You know this kid?&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: He's my younger brother, Haseo. Who is in A LOT of trouble right now.&lt;br /&gt;Haseo: He through my glasses down!&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: He wouldn't stop staring at me!!&lt;br /&gt;IN BACK OF MECHANIC'S SHOP:&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt, Star, and Mechanic are staring at a giant piece of metal&lt;br /&gt;Star: And that's...a time machine?&lt;br /&gt;Mechanic: Ain't she a beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Where do we step through it?&lt;br /&gt;Star: Is it safe?&lt;br /&gt;Mechanic: Don't count on it being safe, young lady. You step though it right here. (press button with remote)&lt;br /&gt;A door appears on time machine&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt and Star: Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Star, do you remember the day they broke up?&lt;br /&gt;Star: January 21st, at 7:00 P.M. at night. That's all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Wait... What about Nikki? Doesn't she remember?&lt;br /&gt;Star: Nope. Asked her. She said she 'blocked it from her brain' or something.&lt;br /&gt;Mechanic: You guys gotta go in now, before the battery runs out!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt and Star grab hands, and jump through the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-1115530321059813002?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/1115530321059813002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=1115530321059813002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1115530321059813002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1115530321059813002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/06/nikki-and-zero-part-32.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 32'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4275043788847461535</id><published>2009-06-25T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:27:03.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sora liked Zero'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 31</title><content type='html'>BACK IN ALASKA:&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (strokes pet penguin) You know, Waddles, I've been thinking about going back home with Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;Waddles: (tilts head) Squeak?&lt;br /&gt;Zero: I miss Nikki, and Star, and Jkfrt...&lt;br /&gt;Waddles: Squeak!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (laughs) Yeah, you're right. What was I thinking? I can't go back! My dad has an awesome job here. And if I leave, I would have to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Waddles: Squeak!?!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: It's okay. That won't be any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;BACK IN TEXAS, SORA'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Thanks for inviting us over for a sleepover, Sora. I'm starting to think it's just making up for the ice cream thing you did to Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Na, I'm just messin' with you!&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (turns to Yuko) Let's keep it down, I think she's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;(5 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;The girls were talking about who like who, and used to like who&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: So, who do you like? Or used to?&lt;br /&gt;Sora: ...I'm tired. Let's go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Oh, no. You're not changing the subject on me. Who??&lt;br /&gt;Sora: ...Is Yuko awake?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (pokes Yuko) Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: I used to have a giant crush on... Zero.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (jumps up) WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Sora: SAKURA!!&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: What?! I thought she was asleep!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: ZERO? Why Zero! That's Nikki's job!! (has spazz attack)&lt;br /&gt;Sora: ...I think it was all that soda she had.&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, AT SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;(Dominic and Joy are walking together to lunch)&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: How did they break up, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Joy: How should I know? It was rumored they broke up at a concert.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: I heard they broke up in a porta potty.&lt;br /&gt;Joy: ...Ew.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Sigh... I wish we could there was a way to find out how they actually broke up.&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (gets an idea) I got it!! (completely serious) We'll make a time machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-4275043788847461535?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/4275043788847461535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=4275043788847461535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4275043788847461535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/4275043788847461535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/06/nikki-and-zero-part-31.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 31'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-8369905895265072981</id><published>2009-06-21T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:28:00.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King Zero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giant man-eating cowboy'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 30</title><content type='html'>Pizza guy at door: Delivery! Well, well. Look what we have here. The king!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (smiles) In the flesh!&lt;br /&gt;Pizza guy: (bows, and gives pizza) Your majesty. You know what? This is on the house. My treat. No cost! Anything for the king of Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Oh, John, you don't have to do that. Being king is rewarding enough.&lt;br /&gt;John the pizza guy: Hey, anything for the guy that introduced penguins to Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;BACK IN TEXAS, SCHOOL WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Hey Sakura, did you see the news this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: No, I was in the hospital visiting Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (out of no where) I'M SORRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ...okay...Well, our president Brobama was on it. AGAIN. But this time, he did something really stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: What'd he do?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Swatted a fly during an interview on TV. And it made the news! It's all over TooYube. There's even a ninja remix!&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (cracking up) You gotta send me the link!&lt;br /&gt;(giant man-eating cowboy crashes the wall down, bursting in)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki and Sakura: Mokona!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Mokona doesn't come in)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Looks like we're on our on for this one. (all of a sudden, Nikki and Sakura are in ninja costumes facing back-to-back, with ninja swards)&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (deep ninja voice) Ha ha. You think you can out smart us, giant man-eating cowboy?&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy: Yee-HAW! RAAAAAR!!! I'M A FAN OF BILLY RAY CYRUS!!! YEE-DOWGY!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (deep ninja voice) The opponent likes a blood relative of Miley. He will go down easy. (the two do ninja moves on cowboy)&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (bows to Nikki)(deep ninja voice) Did I do well, Sensei.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (normal voice) Ya know, you can stop talking like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (normal) But it's fun...!&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (walks in awake) Hey guys. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: MOKONA!!! Where were you????&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Awake.&lt;br /&gt;BACK IN ALASKA:&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (strokes pet penguin) You know, Waddles, I've been thinking about going back home with Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-8369905895265072981?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/8369905895265072981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=8369905895265072981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8369905895265072981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/8369905895265072981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/06/nikki-and-zero-part-30.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 30'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2985311929222871802</id><published>2009-06-14T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:28:51.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuko breaks her arm'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 29</title><content type='html'>(Sora's ice cream drips on the floor, causing a puddle to form)&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (runs in) Hey guys, you're back! (slips on puddle, and lands on her arm, making a crunching noise...)&lt;br /&gt;All: DRAMATIC GASP!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (does nothing)&lt;br /&gt;Star: She's unconscious!&lt;br /&gt;(crowd forms around Yuko)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (pulls out her cell phone, dialing 9-1-1) Hello? This is Nikki Hori! My friend Yuko slipped on some ice cream and now she's unconscious! ... (tells address) Thank you! (hits end)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: SORA!!! Your stupid ice cream did this!!&lt;br /&gt;Sora: No, no, no, no, no! It can't be! But... Yuko rocks! I would never do anything to hurt her... IT WAS FLUFFY!&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: ? ...meow??&lt;br /&gt;Sora: Yeah! Fluffy pushed the ice cream off! AAAAAHHH! BAD CAT!&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy: :l&lt;br /&gt;(ambulance comes in, and takes Yuko away on stretcher) (crowd scatters)&lt;br /&gt;AT SAKURA'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Hurry, it's on!! It's on!! (Sakura and Nikki rush in front of TV, and flip it on)&lt;br /&gt;TV: Hi, I'm Boblo. My name's Nyroda. I'm Uniquda. I'm Yasha. And my name's Boston. And we're... (singing now) You're front yard friends, the Frontyardigans... Together in the frontyard again... In a place we don't belong. We'll stupidly sing a song. And we don't dance along. We've got the whole street in the front to explore... We always find things we shouldn't see but do... That's why everyday we're in the street for more, with your friends, the Frontyardigans.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura and Nikki: WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boblo on TV: Tonight's episode: Boston and the pirates!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (sigh...) rerun.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Who cares? I love this one!&lt;br /&gt;BACK IN ALASKA:&lt;br /&gt;(Zero is in his two-story house, watching the Frontyardigans, when the doorbell rings)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (answers)&lt;br /&gt;Pizza guy at door: Delivery! Well, well. Look what we have here. The king!&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (smiles) In the flesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2985311929222871802?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2985311929222871802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2985311929222871802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2985311929222871802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2985311929222871802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/06/nikki-and-zero-part-29.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 29'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-3197037285562635320</id><published>2009-06-07T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:29:44.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuko breaks her arm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 28</title><content type='html'>Jkfrt: Yeah...it's like a...volcanic activity...&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But we're in the middle of nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Turn around to prove yourself wrong.&lt;br /&gt;(all turn around to find a vibrating volcano with smoke coming out, and lava seeping out from the top)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (looks down on ground) Hey, a nickel! (grabs)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I WANT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: (slaps both) FOCUS!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Hey, do you hear a katydid bug?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: That would be a good nickname for a girl named Katy.&lt;br /&gt;Star: Eh, that could get annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Why are we having this conversation when lava is oozing our way?!?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (Points at Nikki) Ohmigosh! It's Tom Cruise!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki wakes up in tent to realize that the volcano part was just a dream. However, the Mokona and Jack Kahuna Laguna part was very real.)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (feels head) Hey, I'm not Tom Cruise!! I'M AWAKE!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (drowsy) Congratulations...&lt;br /&gt;Star: (wakes in panic) Guys, we're late for the peanut festival!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki and Jkfrt: ...&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: She's not quite awake yet.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: So, I really flew all the way to Oklahoma, on a penguin, to save you from a bear?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yep. And I think some random guy was spying on you, or something.&lt;br /&gt;Random Guy: (distant) They're on to me!&lt;br /&gt;Star: I can't believe I thought we were late to the peanut festival.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: This camping thing worked really well. I feel refreshed, and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: And you didn't even get me Johny Depp's autograph!&lt;br /&gt;Sora: So...now what?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: When did you get here...&lt;br /&gt;Sora: (licks her ice cream) About an hour ago. (Fluffy climbs up on her shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;All: ...&lt;br /&gt;(Sora's ice cream drips on the floor, causing a puddle to form)&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (runs in) Hey guys, you're back! (slips on puddle, and lands on her arm, making a crunching noise...)&lt;br /&gt;All: DRAMATIC GASP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-3197037285562635320?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/3197037285562635320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=3197037285562635320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3197037285562635320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/3197037285562635320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/06/nikki-and-zero-part-28.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 28'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-1457272770605194736</id><published>2009-05-30T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:30:19.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 27</title><content type='html'>Nikki: ...Jkfrt? Is that you, then?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I'm all the way over here.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Then who's that tickling my feet?&lt;br /&gt;(all three look up, to see the tent unzipped, and a bear sitting at Nikki's feet)&lt;br /&gt;All three: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bear: ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Guys, do you see a giant man-eating bear in front of us?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: We're not blind!! Wait... Giant, man-eating!!&lt;br /&gt;(then Mokona flys in riding on a penguin, both asleep)&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Who says a penguin can't fly?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: The laws of science!!&lt;br /&gt;(Mokona does karate on the bear in here sleep)&lt;br /&gt;Bear: (yelps, and runs away)&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Looks like my work here is done. (flys out on the penguin, leaving the three to stare with there jaw dropping)&lt;br /&gt;Random guy: (in the distance) My hero!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Did you hear something?&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MORNING, TENT:&lt;br /&gt;The sun is rising, and Jkfrt Nikki and Star are waking up.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (yawns) I had a dream that the bear came back, and after Mokona fought it off, some random guy carried Mokona off into the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Star: I had a dream Nikki was Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Surprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;(bushes start to rustle)&lt;br /&gt;Star: ...what's that?&lt;br /&gt;(the three walk over to the bushes to see what it is)&lt;br /&gt;A looooong surf board starts to appear from the bushes. It keeps stretching until a very tan man with a blank expression appears hold the surf board.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Johny Depp?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: No. It's... Jack Kahuna Laguna!&lt;br /&gt;(Jack sits in front of the camp fire, legs crossed)&lt;br /&gt;Jack: The power within...the power within...the power within...the power within...&lt;br /&gt;Star: We don't have time for this! We're supposed to leave today! We don't want to learn how to serf, or find our selves, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: (gets up) Feel the surf. (walks away)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: He seems nice.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: WAIT, COME BACK!!! I WANT YOUR AUTOGRAPH!!!&lt;br /&gt;(strange rumbling from background)&lt;br /&gt;Star: Anyone here that?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yeah...it's like a...volcanic activity...&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: But we're in the middle of nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Turn around to prove yourself wrong.&lt;br /&gt;(all turn around to find a vibrating volcano with smoke coming out, and lava seeping out from the top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-1457272770605194736?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/1457272770605194736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=1457272770605194736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1457272770605194736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/1457272770605194736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/05/nikki-and-zero-part-27.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 27'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-9036146539090104578</id><published>2009-05-24T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:30:51.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 26</title><content type='html'>Star: No problem... he he he...&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (whacks Star upside the head) No, Star. Bad girl. No plans.&lt;br /&gt;Star: Ow! Fine.&lt;br /&gt;CAMPING!:&lt;br /&gt;(Star, Nikki, and Jkfrt were setting up their tent in the wilderness)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (takes out bug spray) Ugh!! I hate mosquito's... (sprays)&lt;br /&gt;Star: And the mosquitoes love you. (coughs from bug spray)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: It's cold out here! Let's build a fire. Nikki, try and keep yourself occupied. Maybe you can gather sticks for the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Star: No one trusts you with fire, Jkfrt. I'll build it, you two gather.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: ...Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Anyone bring the marshmallows?&lt;br /&gt;Star and Jkfrt both: I did!!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Yay!! Now we have twice as many!!&lt;br /&gt;AFTER FIRE IS BUILT, AROUND CAMPFIRE:&lt;br /&gt;(Star takes out her guitar)&lt;br /&gt;Star: Anyone thinking what I'm thinking?&lt;br /&gt;All: (think)&lt;br /&gt;All: (sing) Let's gather 'round the campfire, and sing our campfire song. Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song. And if you don't think that we can sing it faster then your wrong. But it'll help if you just sing along...&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt along: Bum...bumb...bum...&lt;br /&gt;All: (sing really fast) C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G Song. C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song. And if you don't think that we can sing it faster then your wrong. But it'll help if you just sing along... C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G Song.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki alone: Star!! (points at Star)&lt;br /&gt;Star: (struggling) SONG!! C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E--&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (cuts off) Jkfrt!! (points at Jkfrt)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (is having nervous brake down on ground. Out of breath from song)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Good!!&lt;br /&gt;All: It'll help... It'll help... If you just sing alooooong!!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: (smashes guitar)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (hits Star on head)&lt;br /&gt;All: OH YEAH!!!!!!! (all laugh and have a good time)&lt;br /&gt;AT NIGHT, IN TENT:&lt;br /&gt;(all three are asleep in the same tent)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (slowly wakes up) Star... Star... Stop tickling my feet...&lt;br /&gt;Star: (half way asleep) I'm not doing anything, Tom Cruise...&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: ...Jkfrt? Is that you, then?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I'm all the way over here.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Then who's that tickling my feet?&lt;br /&gt;(all three look up, to see the tent unzipped, and a bear sitting at Nikki's feet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-9036146539090104578?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/9036146539090104578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=9036146539090104578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/9036146539090104578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/9036146539090104578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/05/nikki-and-zero-part-26.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 26'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-2076736227176259181</id><published>2009-05-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:33:56.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 25</title><content type='html'>Joy: Yeah, my dad can't hold down a job.&lt;br /&gt;Domonic: Is that why you're moving?&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Star: (hears, eyes boggle) WHAT?!?! Why didn't you tell me??!?!?! (almost has heart attack)&lt;br /&gt;Joy and Domonic: (burst out laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Joy: (to Domonic) I told you it would work!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: (totally lost) What would work?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Joy: April Fools!!!&lt;br /&gt;Star: (embarrassed) You're mean. (the two start laughing again)&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY, LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: That's mean of her to do!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Yeah...stupid Joy...&lt;br /&gt;Joy: (runs in) EVERYBODY!!! GIANT MAN-EATING LUNCH LADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;Star: You'd better not say April Fools!&lt;br /&gt;Joy: No, watch! It'll burst through the wall when I finish this sentence!&lt;br /&gt;(giant man-eating lunch lady bursts through wall)&lt;br /&gt;Joy: HA! Wait... AAAAHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;(everyone waits for Mokona, but she does not show up on time)&lt;br /&gt;Random kid: Hey, wheres Mokona?!&lt;br /&gt;Giant man-eating lunch lady: I HAD THAT SLEEPING MOKONA WITH THE MINI VAN FOR LUNCH TODAY!! NOW NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Mokona, NOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(people with hats on put their hat over their heart)&lt;br /&gt;Giant man-eating lunch lady: (takes mask off to reveal Mokona asleep controlling a giant man-eating robot lunch lady)&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (in sleep) APRIL FOOLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: MOKONA YOU IDIOT!!! UGH!!&lt;br /&gt;Sora: You're a day late, but still...&lt;br /&gt;Mokona smiles&lt;br /&gt;IN READING:&lt;br /&gt;(the teacher put people in groups for a project. Star Nikki and Jkfrt are in a group together. Nikki is looking depressed)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: If you're still upset about Zero--which you probably are--no need to be so depressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Of coarse there is! I loved him. And he's gone. (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well, maybe we need to do something to get you perked up again.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (thinks) How about that camping thing the Naked Brothers Band did, to get back Nat's mojo, or something? That will get your mind off him.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: I guess that's a good idea. But JUST us three--not the rest of them secretly hiding in a giant tent with a massage chair.&lt;br /&gt;Star: No problem... he he he...&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (whacks Star upside the head) No, Star. Bad girl. No plans.&lt;br /&gt;Star: Ow! Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-2076736227176259181?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/2076736227176259181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=2076736227176259181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2076736227176259181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/2076736227176259181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/05/nikki-and-zero-part-25.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 25'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6982323578543834734</id><published>2009-05-10T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:35:01.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iHop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 24</title><content type='html'>(phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (answers) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Person on other line: Hey, Nikki. It's me, Zero.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (drops the phone)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: ...hello? &lt;em&gt;Hello?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: (picks phone up) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Sakura? It's Zero. Did Nikki faint again?&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: No, she just almost broke the phone. Why are you calling? (waves hand in front of Nikki's face, who's still in shock)&lt;br /&gt;Zero: (pause) My instincts told me to check up on Nikki. You know, to see if she's having any nervous break downs when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: I think your confusing her with Mokona.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (out of shock, grabs the phone) ZERO!!! You called!! How are you?! Have you hugged any penguins?! Wazzup??&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Nikki! You're okay! Cold, yes, and nothing much, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;The two talk for hours before Zero has to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;AT IHOP:&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt, Star, Chica, Mokona, and Sora are all having dinner at IHOP)&lt;br /&gt;Star: Oooh, I LOVE WAFFLES!!! Almost as much as you like dragons, Mokona.&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Wow, that's a lot of love.&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I have to go to the bathroom. (gets up and walks out)&lt;br /&gt;WHEN CHICA GETS BACK:&lt;br /&gt;This is what's going on when Chica gets back: There's water ALL over the floor, Jkfrt's crying, Mokona has syrup pored on her head, Star has a whole waffle shoved in her mouth, Sora was smiling an ear-to-ear grin with a twitchy eye, the manager had gone crazy and was trying to fly, and when she saw this, Chica stopped in her tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (mumbles) I can't leave for two minutes without chaos... What happened??&lt;br /&gt;Sora: It started out with a bad piece of lemon chicken, and it all when down hill from there.&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Right...&lt;br /&gt;Chica: (after a pause) I'm guessing Jkfrt spilled the water?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: You see how she always assumes it was me?&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY AFTER SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;(Star is walking to the bus, and passes by Domonic and Joy talking.)&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yeah, my dad can't hold down a job.&lt;br /&gt;Domonic: Is that why you're moving?&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continues on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6982323578543834734?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6982323578543834734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6982323578543834734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6982323578543834734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6982323578543834734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/05/nikki-ad-zero-part-24.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 24'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-6406468884650756905</id><published>2009-05-03T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:35:39.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 23</title><content type='html'>Yuko: Zero Fox? I know him. He was my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: (gasps)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Are you still in touch with him?!?&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Nope. Lost touch after he jumped out of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Star: So you wouldn't have his phone number?&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (shakes head) Had it changed after the Alaska thing.&lt;br /&gt;IN THE CAR:&lt;br /&gt;Star: So what movie are we seeing again, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;Star's mom: Demi Lovato World Tour Concert, 3-D!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Right. (looking antsy)&lt;br /&gt;Star: Hey Jkfrt, what's wrong? you look like you're about to pee your pants.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: I am! Pull over!&lt;br /&gt;Star's mom: (tires screech as she pulls to the side of the road)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt jumps out of the convertible, and runs into the woods, doing a dance all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Star's mom: So. How's it goin'.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt runs back in record timing)&lt;br /&gt;Star: I though you had to go?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (as she buckles in) Angry squirrel. Don't won't to talk about it. Just ride! GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(car gears into action, and speeds off)&lt;br /&gt;AT NIKKI'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Wow, these cupcakes are good.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (with a cupcake-mustache) Thanks. My mom takes a cooking class the first Tuesday of every month.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: ...&lt;br /&gt;(phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (answers) Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Person on other line: Hey, Nikki. It's me, Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-6406468884650756905?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/6406468884650756905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=6406468884650756905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6406468884650756905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/6406468884650756905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/05/nikki-and-zero-part-23.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 23'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-758474607964113303</id><published>2009-04-26T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:36:14.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuko and Dominic'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 22</title><content type='html'>Dominic: (blurts out)Do you wanna go out with me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Huh?????&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: MY FIRST RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko:...&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (embarrassed) Did I just say that out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: No. You &lt;em&gt;yelled&lt;/em&gt; it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: It's okay. Mine too.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Does someone want to explain to me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: What's to explain? (holds Yuko's hand and smiles) Wow, you're so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: YOU JUST MET!!&lt;br /&gt;SCIENCE, SAME DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Class, I'd like to welcome a new student. Yuko, come on in.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (walks in)&lt;br /&gt;Class: Hello Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;Star and Jkfrt: (smile)&lt;br /&gt;Star: Here, you can sit next to us.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: (before she sits) Did you hear? She and Dominic are going out.&lt;br /&gt;Star: WHAT?!? Why doesn't anyone tell me anything anymore???&lt;br /&gt;(Joy rushes in)&lt;br /&gt;Class: (all climb under desks, except Yuko) Now what??&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yuko, get under your desk. This school is weird. (Yuko gets under)&lt;br /&gt;Joy: (clearly tired of the same routine) Okay everyone, now it's a giant man eating yellow highlighter. (giant yellow highlighter bursts through wall)&lt;br /&gt;Highlighter: I WILL POISON YOU ALL WITH MY DEADLY YELLOW INK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Omigosh!! Someone needs to help us!!&lt;br /&gt;Star and Jkfrt: 3...2...1.. (Mokona comes in right on cue--asleep--riding her pet dragon, Kyo. Kyo was asleep too.)&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Well, I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; say I wanted to meet her dragon.&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (asleep) Prepare to be erased! (Kyo breathes fire on the highlighter, and it disintegrates)&lt;br /&gt;Class: (cheers, Mokona rides off, and Joy returns to her class)&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: does this sort of thing happen all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Oh, yeah. There's been socks, banana's, dragons, Barneys, and mind controlling robots.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: I see.&lt;br /&gt;AT LUCH:&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Nice to meet you, Yuko. I'm Mokona.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Oh, we've met.&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: ...?&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: You, uh...destroyed a giant man eating yellow highlighter in science.&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: Hmm. No one told me about that one.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: So Nikki. Tell me more about this x-boyfriend I keep hearing about around the school.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Wow, I guess that's a big gossip topic now. His name was Zero. Zero Fox. He moved to Alaska 'cuz his dad got a job offer there.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Zero Fox? I know him. He was my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-758474607964113303?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/758474607964113303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=758474607964113303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/758474607964113303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/758474607964113303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/04/nikki-and-zero-part-22.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 22'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-5657925764142279935</id><published>2009-04-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:36:35.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuko'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 21</title><content type='html'>Mokona: How about we go into Mersaties Lens?&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt and Star: Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;(the three are about to go in, when they here a scream)&lt;br /&gt;Person: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All three: *gasp!* (runs towards scream)&lt;br /&gt;(Jkfrt Mokona and Star are standing in front of a girl with a black eye)&lt;br /&gt;Star: Did you just scream?!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I don't know. Did it sound like this? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: (with hands over both ears) Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yeah, that was me.&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Well, why'd you scream?!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Because this guy just came up to me, punched me in the face, and stole my ice cream! It HURT!&lt;br /&gt;Star: Well how about we buy you some more ice cream? On me!&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Good idea. What's you name?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yuko. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;Mokona: I'm Mokona. I love dragons! I have a pet dragon... Oh, and this is Jkfrt, and Star.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Nice names. I'll have to see your pet dragon some day.&lt;br /&gt;Star: His name is Kyo! I think we're going to be great friends. (all four friends smile)&lt;br /&gt;BACK IN ALASKA:&lt;br /&gt;Zero: Sigh... (looking up at night stars) I wonder what she's doing right now...&lt;br /&gt;BACK IN TEXAS, NIKKI'S HOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Sigh... Why'd you have to leave, Zero? (looks up at hing stars)&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a ninja crashes through the window.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Omigosh! Who are you???&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: Relax, it's just me. (ninja takes off mask to reveal Star's face)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: What in the world???&lt;br /&gt;Star: I've all ways wanted to do that!!!! Anyways, I'd like to introduce you to my new friend, Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: (steps through window and looks at Nikki) Hello... (in a shy voice)&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: Oh. Hello, Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;(the 3 talk about how they met, and have a good time)&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;(Yuko - the new girl - walks in with Jkfrt. Jkfrt sees Dominic)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Hey, there's Dominic! I'll introduce you, he's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: No, I don't think that's a very good -- woah! (Jkfrt grabbed Yuko and is dragging her to Dominic)&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (talking to Dominic) ...and you know how much I love ice cream. So I grabbed it from her, punched her in the face, and ran. She screamed pretty loud.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with you. Oh hey, Jkfrt. (gasps) And who's your friend... (in a dreamy voice)&lt;br /&gt;Dillon: (to Yuko) I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE IN MY LIFE!!!! (runs)&lt;br /&gt;Jkfrt: Yuko, Dominic. Dominic, Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Dominic, huh? Nice name... (dreamy voice also)&lt;br /&gt;Dominic: (blurts out) Do you wanna go out with me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Yuko: Yes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-5657925764142279935?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/5657925764142279935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=5657925764142279935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5657925764142279935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/5657925764142279935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/04/nikki-and-zero-part-21.html' title='Nikki and Zero: Part 21'/><author><name>Jkfrt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328446615517117190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmg5xNsY3xE/SyznqZoHY9I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/CzxSYH723rE/S220/Razzoo!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-9126973311790820977</id><published>2009-04-18T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:36:56.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clow Feathers'/><title type='text'>Clow Feathers ad.</title><content type='html'>The following is not a Nikki and Zero part. But it's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Folks- Star here. We're here because... Why are we here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ari: Dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Star: 'cuz we feel like it (I'll go with that...) So who are we anyways? Well, for those who read Clow Feathers you might know us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Himeko: We're the loveable Clow Feather's review team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roxas (I got him back on): Meaning that we review Manga. Our most famous is Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles- the one manga we review Chapters on the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ari: Idiot, that's why it's called CLOW FEATHERS. (You pronounce Clow like Glow just with a C instead of a G- not like Cow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayame: And the person who started this- was Star. Jkfrt and Roxas came eventually and then Himeko, Ari, Me and finally Stan and Haseo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Star: Of course I started late in the game and ended up starting in october of 2008. The Manga started like 6 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jkfrt: I think you said it was still going strong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Star: Yup. So Please visit us at clowfeathers.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7464848440567972267-9126973311790820977?l=nikkiandzero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/feeds/9126973311790820977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7464848440567972267&amp;postID=9126973311790820977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/9126973311790820977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7464848440567972267/posts/default/9126973311790820977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkiandzero.blogspot.com/2009/04/clow-feathers-ad.html' title='Clow Feathers ad.'/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17709799778584028632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVLji5tdHMU/Twzg8I2PvNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/VAzry4kQxPQ/s220/017FinalFantasybyrikusora_chan015.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464848440567972267.post-4343920224240043534</id><published>2009-04-11T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:37:51.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chica'/><title type='text'>Nikki and Zero: Part 20</title><content type='html'>(Chica hits it back, and Sakura hits it REALLY hard and REALLY high)&lt;br /&gt;Chica: I got it, I GOT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;(the volley ball hits Chica in the face, and everything goes black)&lt;br /&gt;AT NIKKI'S HOUSE AFTER SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;(Nikki is watching TV, and is flipping through channels)&lt;br /&gt;Dude on TV: Five. Five dollar. Five dollar foot long.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (changes channel)&lt;br /&gt;Ronald: Ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (changes channel)&lt;br /&gt;Muzzy: Hola!&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (changes channel)&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: You get the beeeest of both worlds...&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: (makes gaggy-noises, and changes channel)&lt;br /&gt;Person on TV: Are you high in debt?&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: NOW we're talkin.&lt;br /&gt;(phone rings, Nikki answers) Nikki: Hello?...She's WHERE??...In the hospital??...A volley ball?...Stop repeating everything you say? Oh. I'll be right over. (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;AT HOSPITAL:&lt;br /&gt;Chica: Oh... The pillows need feeding...and the sun has a broken leg...&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: She still remembers everything, but she's a bit delusional.&lt;br /&gt;Sakura: Chica, I am SOOO sorry!!! I didn't mean to!!&lt;br /&gt;Chica: It's okay. It's not your fault that the potato thought it was eating time.&lt;br /&gt;Nikki: So does she know what she's talking about?
