It was an average, normal Monday in Retroville, Texas. Carl was sitting at his desk drawing a picture of a llama. Sheen was talking to nobody in particular about his newest Ultralord action figure. Libby had her headphones on and was listening to her new CD. Jimmy and Cindy were arguing about who knows what, and Ms. Fowl was correcting papers. It was eight-thirty in the morning, and the bell would ring any second.

"All students please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance," Principal Willoughby said over the intercom. The students did as they were told and recited the pledge. Everyone soon sat down to listen to the announcements. They heard the day's lunch, that the baseball game was rescheduled, Jimmy had won another award, all of the usual things. Just then a new announcement came over the loudspeaker.

"Also, fifth graders will have a Spring Fling Dance two weeks from Friday. Admission is free. Punch and snacks will be served. Formal attire is required."

"Wow, a school dance! I thought you didn't get those until Middle School!" Libby said.

"I don't know, I can't dance," Carl said glumly.

"Don't worry Carl, I'll just use my Neutron Dancer 9000 and..."

"NO!" Sheen, Carl, Libby, and Cindy yelled out at once.

"Geez, you make one little mistake," Jimmy began.

"It put me in a coma for three days!" Carl yelled while reaching for his inhaler.

"Fine, whatever," Jimmy said and turned back to his book.

All of the girls ran over to Nick and started flirting, except for Cindy and Libby. After Nick ran into that fire hydrant for the third time on his skateboard they had kind of forgotten about him.

"Class, settle down. Open your books to page 153 and let's get too work," Miss Fowl yelled to the class.

Six hours later school was finally over. All anyone had talked about all day was the Spring Fling. The gang walked over to the Candy Bar to get some milkshakes. They sat down at their favorite booth and placed their order.

"The dance sounds fun, but I don't think that we should be forced to wear formal attire," Jimmy said.

"Are you crazy Nerdtron? It's our first dance! Of course it should be fancy," Cindy was quick to reply.

"I don't mind fancy clothes, I'm just saying we should have a choice."

"Should not!"

"Should too!"

"Should not!"

"Should too!"

Sheen and Libby stared at each other and rolled their eyes. "Man, why do they always have to fight?" Libby questioned.

"They fight because the main reason that they're attracted to each other is the other's intellect. By debating they are showing how smart they are to the other in order to impress them. It is how they flirt, similar to you and Sheen. Sheen admires your looks so you always take special care to do your make-up and hair. You like Sheen because of his hyperactivity, so he flaunts this often," Carl said matter-of-factly while he sipped on his milkshake. Everyone stared at him with their jaws dropped. "What? I calls 'em as I sees 'em."

"Anyway, do you want to go to the dance with me Snuggle Bunny?" Sheen asked Libby while giving her his super sad eyes.

"Fine, as long as you agree to never call me that again."

"Ok my little buttercup," Sheen retorted with a smile on his face. Libby buried her head in her hands, but she couldn't help but smile.

"So, who are you going to ask to the dance, Cindy?" Jimmy asked with a sly grin.

"I was thinking Nick," Cindy said.

"What! I mean, fine, whatever. I don't care," Jimmy responded, stuttering on every word, looking like he was going to faint.

"Neutron, I'm kidding. I don't know. I want to go with someone smart, funny, and who looks good in a tux."

"Like a hunk muffin?" Libby questioned. "Ow!" Libby screamed as someone stomped on her foot.

"Oops, sorry," Cindy said with a wide grin.

Carl, Sheen, and Jimmy looked at each other and shrugged. They had no idea what was going on.

"Well, I gotta go, guys. Goddard's due for his monthly check-up," Jimmy saidwhile getting up.

"Yeah, I got my tai-chai lesson in half an hour."

"I have to finish listening to my new CD."

"I have to go too. Good Llamas Gone Bad is coming up."

"I still have to finish my shake. See you guys tomorrow," Sheen said as his friends walked off. As he was slurping up the remnants of his drink Sam walked by and left a piece of paper on the table. Sheen looked at it and his eyes bugged out. "Hey! You guys owe me ten bucks!" he screamed out the door.