Revenge

Chapter 3

Jimmy sighed as he opened the garage door and pulled into the driveway. He parked the truck and got out. He opened the door to his house. "I'm home!" Jimmy called. No one answered. Weird. Jimmy went to go find his wife and friends. "Hello?" "Uh, guys?" Jimmy kept calling out, but there was still no answer. Suddenly, Jimmy fell to the ground, with Foamy falling on top of him, and Alyssa, Maggie, Jackie and Rachel laughing their butts off. Jimmy was so startled that he was shaking. "Oh my gosh, Foamy! Never jump on my back like that again! That scared me so bad!" Jimmy said, laughing. "Sorry Jimmy..." Foamy said as she stood up and pulled her husband up along with her. "Okay. On a more serious note...Jimmy, do you remember anything about Friday's show?" Jimmy thought for a minute. He furrowed his brow in confusion, not able to remember anything about the show at all. "What the heck? Friday was only three days ago, how could I forget everything we did on the show?" "No...actually...I don't. Hold on, though, it'll come back to me." Jimmy said, his index finger in the air. "Hm. Wait, why are you asking me this? Did I do anything stupid? Did I get drunk and embarrass myself on TV or something?" Jimmy asked, his suspicions growing. "No, Jimmy. Relax, it was nothing like that. You have no reason to worry, none of us remembered it either, until we watched it. You might want to do the same." Foamy told Jimmy. "Okay, now I'm even more worried. But more importantly, I'm starving, and I said I would take you guys out to dinner when I got home, so that's what we're going to do. I'll watch the show when we get back." "Okay, sounds good to me, I'm starving too!" Foamy said, turning to her friends. "How 'bout you guys? Are you hungry?" No one even answered, they all ran out of the house, piling into Jimmy's truck, leaving the married couple alone. "I'll take that as a yes." Foamy said, laughing as she too ran out into the truck. Jimmy followed her and started driving to Some Restaurant in New York. It was everyone's favorite. Some Restaurant in New York only served foods with zucchini, and they made the best zucchini crap in the world. Jimmy, Foamy, Charlie, Jackie, Rachel, Alyssa and Maggie were regulars at Some Restaurant in New York, and they all ordered the same thing. Zucchini crap, of course. Right as the seven of them walked through the door, the cooks began making their zucchini crap. They sat down at their regular booth and chit chatted as they waited for their delicious zucchini crap. "So, what is so important about Friday's show? And why can no one remember it? What happened? I'm super curious, worried, scared, gosh, so many emotions!" Jimmy was rambling on and on and asking about a million questions about why Friday's show was so important. Everyone tried to ignore him, but after his two millionth question, Jackie cut him off. "Jimmy, shut up!" She soap opera slapped Jimmy across the face. Foamy glared across the table at Jackie. "You did not just slap my husband!" Foamy yelled as she stood up. Jackie stood up too, ready to fight. The two got into a sissy fight. "How would you feel if I slapped your boyfriend, huh?" "Drool would splatter everywhere." "Ew!" Sara voice. Foamy and Jackie continued their trash talking and sissy fighting until Rachel pulled out her gun and shot both of them. "Oops." Rachel said as she put band-aids on the bullet wounds and Foamy and Jackie were all better. They paused their fight so they could eat their zucchini crap. Suddenly, Taylor Swift appeared. "Band-aids don't fix bullet holes, you say sorry just for show..." Bad Blood. Rachel and Foamy glanced at each other from across the table, bursting out laughing because they thought of Carly. "Yes, band-aids fix bullet holes, did you not just see that?!" Jackie yelled at Taylor, who cowered down in a corner. Jackie was scary when she was mad. Jackie pulled Taylor's hair and she screamed, running out of the restaurant. Jimmy went after her again, and so did Jackie because she felt bad. So, that left Foamy, Maggie, Alyssa and Rachel at their booth. Oh, and Charlie. I forgot about him. They finished their zucchini crap and stared at each other. "Is anyone else experiencing deja vu...?" Rachel asked, very confused. "YES! I'm so glad I'm not the only one!" Foamy said. "Yeah, why do I feel like Jackie has spazzed out at Taylor Swift before?" Maggie wondered. "And why does it also feel like Rachel has shot Jackie and me before to split up a fight? And then healed us with band-aids? This is so weird..." Foamy thought aloud. After about an hour, Jackie and Jimmy walked back into Some Restaurant in New York with odd looks on their faces. The two of them sat down at the booth, looking stunned and deep in thought. "Jimmy?" Foamy said, waving her hand in front of her husband's face. Nothing. "Um, Jackie...?" Charlie said, poking Jackie's cheek. A little drool came out of his mouth and he wiped it away and played it cool, hoping no one saw it. But everyone saw it. Charlie's face turned crimson. Just then, Jimmy snapped back to reality. "Okay, why do I feel like I've had to comfort Taylor Swift on more than one occasion after Ms. Feisty Pants over there went off on her? And why do I get the sense that Foamy and Jackie have been in a fight like that before and Rachel used a gun to break it up and used band-aids to fix the bullet holes? Why?!" Everyone was silent for a while, just staring at Jimmy. Finally, Jackie spoke up. "I felt it too..." She said mysteriously. "Okay, let's go home so I can watch Friday's show and then we can try and figure out what's going on. Something is obviously happening because I've felt so off all day and now this happens, it's just... too weird." Everyone agreed and piled into Jimmy's truck. Jimmy sped home and everyone got out. Jimmy sprinted up the stairs to his and Foamy's bedroom and turned on the TV to see Foamy writing out thank you notes. "What...the...heck?" Jimmy slowly and dramatically turned towards his wife. "Just keep watching." Foamy told Jimmy. The lip sync battle came on and Jimmy was shocked. "What...?" Was all he could manage. Jimmy was stunned into silence again. Carson Daly announced the winners of the lip sync battle and the audience went cray. Tomatoes were being thrown at the performers and Carson had to wrap up the show because it was getting out of hand. "Jimmy!" Foamy screamed. Jimmy once again snapped back to reality. "Oh, sorry, what?" "Um, did you notice anything weird?" Foamy asked her husband. "Uh, yeah, you guys were all on the show, plus Barack and Michelle Obama. AND Justin Timberlake! And none of us remember it..." Jimmy answered. "Oh, and you wrote out my thank you notes which was the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life and that was also very nice of you because something was obviously wrong with my hand but I have no idea what." Foamy smiled at Jimmy. "Well, what can I say? I'm pretty adorable. And I'm a great wife!" She said, twirling her hair around her finger and trying to act cute. Jimmy leaned in and started making out with his adorable wife when they were both tackled to the floor. "Foamy! Jimmy! Focus!" Alyssa slapped both of them across the cheek and sat them down on the bed. "Sit down!" She yelled in her Car-o-line voice. "No time for being an adorable married couple, we have to figure this out!" She yelled. Foamy and Jimmy looked up at her, frightened. "Yes, Lissie..." They said in unison. "Good." Alyssa said. "Now...uh...where do we start in figuring all of this out?" Alyssa asked. "No idea. But it's getting kind of late, maybe we should go to bed and think about it tomorrow." Foamy suggested. "Yeah, I'm tired." Jackie said through a yawn, making Charlie giggle. "Alright, goodnight everyone!" Jimmy said. "Goodnight!" Everyone finished exchanging goodnights and went off to their own rooms, still very unsure of what was going on.