After school, Connie and Timmy walked to his house together. Without realizing, they were actually holding hands. When they walked in, Mr. Turner was near the doorway. He noticed them holding hands. "Oh. Well, Timmy, I never thought you'd be able to do it. You done snagged one! So, who's your girlfriend? She's pretty cute! Wow I've never seen blue camo before." Connie and Timmy looked down at their joined hands. They let go and both blushed. "Umm, her name's Connie Katz. "OK. Well, I made dinner, Timmy!" Timmy took Connie to his bedroom. Connie just sat there, looking at all the normal things in the very comparably big house. Everything was a lot more boring than in the tiny house that she was used to. A dog greeted Connie. "Hi! I'm Sparky! What's your name?" Connie smiled. " Hey, Wussup, guy? I'm Connie!" She scratched Sparky's head. "So wait. You're not freaking out about the talking dog?" Timmy asked her. "No. I can pretty much understand dogs already, but I'm pretty sure dog language doesn't have such a vast vocabulary as a TALKING dog. But yeah I'm pretty cool with it."
That night when she went home, Timmy wanted her to visit again.
