-Angelica.

Harold, on exercising outfit, jogs in front of Angelica’s house, who’s at the yard taking a sun bath and reading a magazine.

“Still trying to lose weight, Harold?”

“Yes… -pant- Angie. –pant- I already lost 20 pounds!” Harold says proudly as jogging away. Angelica looks at him leaving, and then sees his butt.

“And I found them.”

Timmy McNulty is at the park, flirting and showing off to any girl walking next to him. Angelica notices it, and approaches the boy.

“Oh, McNulty… had anyone told you about how handsome and smart you are?”

“Well, no, Pickles, no one yet.” Timmy says proudly.

“Than, what gave you that idea?”

Dil, on his Arabian magician outfit, is meditating at his yard, and Angelica enters holding an envelope. Tommy watches them from the kitchen’s window.

“Hey, Dylan, I heard something weird about you being able to answer any question written on a closed envelope.”

“You heard right, my dear cousin.” Dil replies doing a ceremonious bow.

“I’ll believe when seeing it myself.” Angelica says as giving him the envelope. “Okay, Copperfield, do your trick.”

Dil nods and places the envelope on his forehead, concentrating.

“The answer is… a hole below the waist, where a pound of flesh fits.”

“Angelica!” Tommy glares at his cousin. “What kind of things are you showing my brother?”

“Cool down, Pickles! For once, Mister Weirdo here did something well.” Angelica handles Tommy the envelope; the boy opens it to read the question, and blushes in embarrassment.

“’What’s the pants’ pocket?’”

Angelica is at the mall with Chuckie, him carrying the stuff she buys. The girl tries a new dress, last-fashioned, but, despite that, totally hideous. Angelica looks at herself at the mirror, Chuckie sitting a few steps behind her, the boy not daring to tell her how much he dislikes the outfit.

“Hmmm… I’m not sure. Hey, Finster, be honest; how do I look in this dress?”

“Uh… well…”

“It’s for today!”

“Okay, just… let me move a few steps back.”

“To get a better look?”

“No; to get a good head start when telling you the truth!”

Angelica and Susie are at their usual lunch table, the blonde, as usual, talking the most.

“Really, Susie, my memory is privileged; once something enters my head, I never forget it.”

“And how about the ten dollars I loaned you last month?” Susie smirks at Angelica, who simply shrugs.

“Well, those entered my purse, not my head.”

Chuckie and Angelica, at the Java Lava, are flirting with each other.

“So, Finster… what do you like the most about me?”

“Let’s see… your beauty, wits, guts, and how resourceful you are.” Chuckie gives her a fond look, she replying with a similar one. “And you, what like the most about me?”

“Your excellent taste in girls.”

Angelica walks out from the library, and Timmy McNulty spots her.

“Pickles? You, at the library?” Timmy mocks her. “What happened; the mall is on fire?”

“Very funny, McNulty; actually, I’m the debate team’s captain, so need to do some research once in a while.” Angelica folds her arms. “Actually, this place isn’t so bad, and you get to learn a few good things that can be applied socially.”

“Like what, for example?”

“For starters, I can pretty much tell you what kind of people you are depending on the books you read.”

“Oh, yeah?” Timmy rubs his chin and gets a proud look. “Well, I read Shakespeare, Tolstoi, and Victor Hugo.”

Angelica smiles slyly and replies while walking away.

“See? You’re a liar.”

Susie is at Kimi’s home helping the Japanese clean up her room. Kimi takes several books out from her closet, all fairy-tales’ ones, and chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” Susie asks her.

“Just thinking; had you ever read or heard a fairy-tale that doesn’t start with ‘Once upon a time’?”

“Oh, yeah, several times; Angelica’s tales.”

“Angelica’s tales?”

“Yep; they always start with ‘Didn’t bring my homework because…’”

Tommy and Chuckie are chatting at the lunch table.

“And you don’t have problems with Angelica’s temper, her being your girlfriend and all?”

“Not at all, Tommy; she obeys me at everything.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nope; always tell her to do whatever she wants, and she does.”

There’s a party at Angelica’s place, her dancing with Chuckie most of the time, and the whole thing going quite well. When he goes for some punch for her and himself, she approaches Susie.

“Hey, Carmichael, enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, a lot!”

“I thought that; look, I need your opinion. Think it’s a good time for me to sing something to the guests?”

Susie gives a look around, and then turns back to Angie.

“No; let them have some more fun before.”

Phil is eating at the cafeteria, making some disgusting noises while doing it. Angelica passes next to him with her tray, trying to ignore him, but he gets the girl’s attention.

“Hey, Angelica, you are in good terms with the cook, right?”

“More or less, DeVille. Why?”

“It’s just a doubt I have,” Phil then shows her a piece of meat on his fork. “You know if this thing is pork?”

“It depends; which extreme of the fork you’re talking about?”

Angelica’s Biology teacher calls her after class.

“Miss Pickles, your grades in my class are not the best, but, since you are doing pretty well in your ECA, I am giving a chance to pass; if answering correctly just a single question, you’ll not attend summer school.”

“You have a deal.”

“Okay; can you tell me how many hairs does a grown up man have on his head?”

“Exactly six millions, seven hundred and twelve thousand, four hundred eighty two, without considering moustache and beard, of course,” Angelica replies smugly.

“Uh… how do you know that with such exactitude?”

“Sorry, Teach, but that’s another question.”

Three years old.

Little Angelica is looking at a calendar, smiling, and her dad notices her.

“So, Princess, do you know what’s that?”

“Sure, Daddy; a map that leads to Christmas!”

Harold buys a soda from a vending machine, Angelica right next to him.

“Do you have change so I can buy one for me?”

“Sorry, Angelica, but only had enough for this one.”

“Oh, well… then, let me drink half of yours.”

Harold shrugs and handles Angelica the can. The girl opens it, and then takes a pretty large drink; when handling the can back to the boy, it’s already empty.

“Hey, we agreed on just drinking half of it!”

“Sorry; my half was the bottom one.”

Savannah is at the park, sitting in a bench, looking depressed. Angelica notices her, and, curious as always, decides asking her what’s going on.

“Hey, Sav, why the long face; you lost the cell phone?”

“Shut up, Pickles, I’m not in the mood!”

“Uh, touchy; this is too good to ignore.” Angelica sits next to her, “Come on, you know I run an advice site; you can tell me anything troubling you.”

“Fine then… it’s your cousin’s fault!”

“Which one; Tommy or Dil?”

“The silly weirdo!”

“Be more specific.”

“It was Dil, okay? Look, he did that weird fortune-telling thing with me, and told me some things about my future… well, even if he’s wrong, now I think that, when leaving this world, nobody will care that I once existed!”

“Oh, cheer up, Sav,” Angelica places a hand on her shoulder, “Nobody cares already.”

Three years old.

Little Chuckie and Angelica are looking at a picture of a stork carrying a baby.

“Angelica, the stork really delivers all babies?”

“Of course, Finster; actually, when you were born, it made two trips.”

“Why?”

“One to deliver you, and the other to apologize.”

Harold jogs back to his house, again, passing in front of Angelica’s place who’s still taking her sun bath and reading a magazine.

“How was the exercise today, Harold?”

“It was –pant- great, Angie! Every day –pant- I can run a little bit further!”

The boy jogs away while waving bye, while Angelica sighs and goes back to her magazine.

“And still, he keeps returning.”

Angelica finds Timmy McNulty on her way to the mall.

“Hey, McNulty, can do me a favor?”

“What do you want, Pickles?”

“Just loaning me ten dollars; I’m paying you next week.”

“Heh; the great Angelica Pickles begging for cash,” Tim smirks at her, and then takes out the money. “Sure, take it; just for the pleasure of having you owing me something.”

“Thanks.” Angelica gets the money and walks away.

A week later, Angelica finds Timmy walking down the street.

“Hi, McNulty; I owe you ten bucks, right?”

“Yes, you do.”

“Look, I need another loan; if you give me other ten, I’m paying you the whole debt next week.”

“Fine, but don’t forget it.” Timmy rolls his eyes and gives her the money.

A week later, Angelica finds Timmy at the mall.

“Oh, hello, McNulty; I owe you twenty, isn’t it?”

“Yes; are you paying me now?” Timmy extends his hand.

“I’m terribly sorry, but… can you loan me other ten?”

“You have to be kidding me!”

“No, really, I’m paying you!”

Tim growls in anger, but gives her the money anyway.

A week passes, and Timmy doesn’t find Angelica. Another week passes, and the same happens. At the third week, Angelica goes to his home, and knocks the door, Timmy opening it a moment later.

“Hello, Timmy; I owe you…”

“OH, NO!” A furious Timmy explodes. Angelica shrugs, and takes out three ten dollars bills while walking away and smiling slyly.

“Really? Oh, well, I must owe them to someone else; bye, McNulty.”

Three years old.

Little Lil approaches Susie, both of them at Angelica’s place.

“Susie, Angelica says the storks deliver the babies; is that true?”

“No, Lil, that’s just a tale.” Susie smiles, her being a doctor’s daughter and therefore knowing the truth. “The babies come from...”

At that moment, Angelica enters the room, frowning.

“Listen, you two! I’m bringing some toys so we can play, but you better take care of them because they’re mine, remember? Mine! Mine!”

“Okay, okay, we get it.” Susie rolls her eyes, and Angelica leaves to bring the toys.

“Actually, I think Angelica was delivered by a bird.” Susie says to Lil.

“Really? What one?”

“Daffy Duck.”

Angelica, realizing Dil’s psychic skills aren’t exactly a fake, decides to make a business out of it, and places a little stand at the school.

“Come on, everyone! Come and see The Amazing Dil! He sees everything, knows everything… and does a great manicure!” Angelica says in a salesperson tone while Dil simply sits behind the stand wearing his magician outfit. Phil approaches the stand, holding an envelope.

“Dil? You, working for Angelica?”

“I know this isn’t the most adequate use of my abilities, but works well to show the people paranormal stuff is real… besides, want to buy some cool sneakers I saw at the mall.”

“If you want to see a demonstration, DeVille, it will be a dollar.” Angelica extends her hand. Phil shrugs and gives her the money; the girl takes it and handles Dil the envelope.

“The answer… is…” Dil concentrates, and then gets a nauseated look. “Ugh! Something green that later changes to red! Fine, I said it; now, if you excuse me, have to go to the bathroom.”

Dil stands up and leaves a glaring Angelica and a nervously smiling Phil.

“What kind of question you wrote, DeVille?”

“Uh… read it yourself; have to go, bye!” Phil runs away and, deciding to catch him later, Angelica opens the envelope to read the question, getting a disgusted expression as well.

“Yuck! ‘Describe a frog in a blender’.”