Chapter 4 of Platypus In A Sitch

Chapter 4

"…and that's how you ran around the rest stop with a roll of toilet paper wrapped around your leg while your mommy was changing you!" Bonnie finished up the humiliating story of Kim. They continued driving the streets of Middleton.

"Urrrgh! Enough, Bonnie!" Kim demanded, "Just make the two pit stops I told you to…."

"I don't get it!" Bonnie sneered.

"And what do mean by that?" Kim grumbled.

"Okay, for Moni, I understand, because she's the fashion expert and she has a part-time job at our Club Banana! But Stoppable? Do you know how much I had to spend to clean up all that…foam...on my cheer skirt?" the brunette replied, comparing Kim's two primary friends.

"Lemme guess, Bonnie!" Kim smirked, "More than a hundred dollars?"

"175, Kim!" Bonnie snarled back, "And you'd better make sure that the loser cuts out the foam by the beginning of school!"

"Can't!" Kim countered, "After all, the Mad Dog was his idea after all!"

Bonnie muttered to herself as she approached Monique's house first.

Monique arrived, clad in her usual red dress. She was sitting in a swingset on the front porch.

"Hey, girl!" she exclaimed, hearing the honks of the horn. "How are…"

Then she saw Bonnie driving her white sedan with poor Kim in the passenger seat.

"Monique…" Kim replied weakly, "…help me!" She didn't want to take in any more of her humiliating stories.

"Hey, Moni!" Bonnie smiled, waving her hand.

"Hey, Bonnie. Nice car…" Monique replied unenthusiastically. She got into the back seat of the car.

"Why, thank you! It's so the best Sweet 16 present ever, and my driver's license too!" Bonnie grinned, showing off her driver's license in front of Monique's face.

"Just you wait, Bonnie!" Kim sneered, "In six months, I will have my own license and my own car!"

"Not if you keep on backing up into hydrants and crashing your daddy's car, Kim!" Bonnie snickered.

"Just take us to Ron's house…" Kim demanded.

The trio drove off from Monique's house en route to Ron's.

Bonnie muttered, "I hope the loser doesn't have food in his arms…."

(at Ron's house)

Bonnie's sedan parked alongside the curb in front of the house.

"Urgh…I can't believe we are stopping at the place of the worst loser in all of school!" she muttered.

"Look, Bonnie! I cannot do this babysitting job without Ron! It is my dad's suggestion after all!" Kim exclaimed.

She opened the passenger door and shouted out loud, "Ron! You there?"

"Well, hello, ladies!" Ron grinned as he exited his house. He had a breakfast Naco in his hand with scrambled eggs and syrup substituting for the meat, but still having the signature Naco cheese and the essential Diablo sauce. Some of the melted cheese was on Ron's hands. Rufus, from his pocket, was licking his paws.

"Looks like someone forgot breakfast!" Kim grinned.

Bonnie, on the other hands, was screaming. She saw the frightening contents in Ron's sticky hands.

"Oh no, Stoppable! You are so not coming into my new car and plaster my leather interior with your disgusting Bueno Weirdo Loser food!"

"Don't worry, Bonnie! Just let me finish up the Naco so that I can get in!" Ron replied confidently, eating the last of the Naco.

"Urgh…fine, but don't touch anything, Stoppable!" Bonnie warned. "My mom paid me $35,000 for this new car! Same goes for your pink thing as well!" She sternly pointed towards Rufus.

"Scout's honor! I promise that your beautiful car will be totally clean!" Ron vowed. He got into the back seat of the car and just as he stepped in, his hands, which were in syrup, touched the leather seats.

Bonnie turned her head like a bolt of lightning and shrieked!

"You LOSER! Look at what your clumsiness has done to my car!"

Kim snickered, "Now Bonnie, that's not the appropriate way to treat a guest."

"But he put that sticky syrup and cheese on the interior of my car!" Bonnie barked back.
"Don't worry, Bonnie! Ron has a way to clean up the mess, right, Ron?" Kim grinned.

"Wha? Oh, yeah! Don't worry, Bonnie! For I have a solution that can fix even the stickiest of messes!" Ron stammered at first but proclaimed proudly.

"Oh yeah? With what?" Bonnie growled with anger.

"Oh, Rufus!" Ron smiled, as his mole rat came out of his pocket, "Can you clean up the nice lady's car, as a token of appreciation to her?"

Rufus chittered, "Yes!" He hopped onto the seat and licked the syrup off the leather cushions.

Bonnie's teal pupils narrowed upon this horrifying sight.

"ARGH! STOPPABLE!"