This bonus takes place before the end of part three, when Stimpy is in Aruba with Harry. :D

"Hey Stimpy, I'm back!"

"Hello!" Stimpy poked his head out of the kitchen, grinning as Harry came into the house, "Did ya have a good day?"

Harry nodded as he kicked off his shoes and put down his briefcase, "Sure did! The construction at the new place is going pretty good! I'm going to help out a bit with that tomorrow, actually."

"How nice of you!" Stimpy giggled, coming out and giving him a hug, "Are you excited for it?"

"Can't say I'm not!" Harry patted his head and giggled, "So, what's for dinner? It sure smells good in here!"

"Oh, nothing!" Stimpy waved his hand and pulled away, "Just some stir-fry goodness with everything!"

Harry laughed and took off his coat to hang it up, "Is that so? Sounds good to me, cutie pie. How's about I help you set the table?"

Stimpy nodded, slightly nervously, and looked at the front door for a brief second. He smiled then, hiding such an act, "Go ahead! I'll be right there."

"Great!" Harry patted his head again and went to the kitchen.

The moment he was gone, Stimpy looked at the front door again and felt his smile droop. Earlier that day had been an immense emotional roller coaster. The moment that Ren showed up, after having been away for two months now. He never thought he'd see him like this, having come all the way from the states just to see him. To plead for him to return home.

Stimpy exhaled, trying to keep his sadness in check and just focus. He put on a smile, then returned to the kitchen to help Harry with setting the table.

"So, what were you up to today?" Harry asked with a smile.

'Oh, I don't know! My best friend in the whole world, who I have loved for pretty much my entire life, came all the way from home just to see me and beg for me to come back. I wanted to go so much, but I couldn't because I didn't want to hurt you.' Stimpy thought. He looked down for a moment, faking that he was deciding where to put a fork, "Oh, nothing special! I cleaned up and worked in the garden, all that good stuff!"

"That's good, gardening is pretty nice," Harry said with a chuckle.

"It's a joy!" Stimpy laughed a bit. He twitched slightly and straightened up, "I had a good day too, pal!"

"Pal?" Harry tilted his head with confusion, "Huh, I don't think you've ever called me that before!"

Blinking, Stimpy blushed in embarrassment as he realized what he'd said, "Heh heh, oops! You know what they say, old breaks are hard to habit!"

Harry laughed heartily, shaking his head, "You silly! It's old habits are hard to break!"

For a moment, Stimpy couldn't help feeling a bit dumbfounded. He waved it off and chuckled a bit, "Oops! Slip of the tongue! I guess that makes me an idiot, huh? Huh?" He nudged Harry lightly.

"Why would it make you an idiot? It happens to the best of us!" Harry chuckled, "One time, I was talking to a coworker, and I said to her, 'My grand canyon went to the sister last year'! Can you believe it? One simple little sentence and it makes no sense!"

A strange little feeling gnawed at Stimpy's stomach, but he smiled and laughed anyway, "That's pretty funny! Daaaah!" He crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out.

"I know, right? It's comedy gold!" Harry patted his head and gestured to the stove, "Shall we serve it up?"

"Way ahead of you!" Stimpy skipped over to the stove, giggling to himself. Unseen to Harry, his smile faded. How had this happened? Upon coming to Aruba, he'd felt sad, but fairly content. The sadness was still there, but now he felt strange. Like there was something seriously wrong with all of this.

'That's kinda weird. When Ren took me in, I adapted easily. Like it was second nature to me! It's been two months since I've been here and I still don't remember where the bathroom is. Heh heh, guess I really am stupid, huh? ...Man, I can't believe how much I missed being called an idiot.'

Managing to push all of that out of his mind for now, Stimpy helped Harry bring the food to the table and they sat down to eat. They tended to have pretty quiet meals together, which was pretty nice. It just sometimes left Stimpy wondering what they could say. Nothing ever seemed to come to mind.

Stimpy sighed, quietly eating at his food. He stared down at it listlessly, poking his fork at it from time to time. 'Ren and I didn't always like the same things... But at least he always had something to talk about, even if he knew I wouldn't understand sometimes. Or hey, I'd speak up and he'd actually respond... I know he likes small talk, that can be nice... He enjoys candlelit dinners, it's all quiet and romantic... Aww, and he'd always smile at me sometimes when he thinks I'm not looking... Hee, I miss his smile. He always looks so cute, even if he denies it... Heh heh, Ren's too cute, trying to be all manly. Sure he is, he's always manly. But he can be cute if he wants to be...'

"Stimpy? Could you pass me the salt, please?"

Nodding, Stimpy absent-mindedly handed him the salt, "Sure thing, Ren. Anything for you!"

Harry stared at him for a moment or two, taking the salt, "Um, Stimpy? I'm Harry."

"Huh?" Stimpy snapped out of his trance, then blushed as he sunk lower in his seat, "...Did I just call you Ren again?"

"Yeah, you did," Harry sweatdropped. He gave a light laugh, waving it off, "It's okay though! I understand it's tough to get used to living away from someone. For the longest time, I called my roommate 'mom' when I first moved out on my own!"

Stimpy cracked a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He giggled a little and quietly went back to eating.

"You miss him, huh?" Harry said sympathetically, patting his hand.

"Yeah," Stimpy admitted, chuckling lightly.

"Hey, I understand. He did raise you and was a big part of your life, wasn't he? It's not that easy to forget someone like that," Harry smiled, "I'm amazed you put up with him."

Stimpy sighed a bit, looking down at his plate, "It's not always easy, but, hey. It's worth it in the end."

"You're a saint, Stimpy," Harry quipped, "But hey, you know you can see him anytime you want!"

"I sure can," Stimpy managed to smile. 'If I can get past knowing I broke his heart...'

XXXX

"Oh joy! I finally got it!" Stimpy laughed to himself as he entered the house. He closed the door behind him and took off his hat, "Hey, Ren! Come and see what I bought! You won't believe it!"

No response. All at once, Stimpy deflated as he came back to reality. He stared at the new book in his hand. It was one of the biggest romance novels released this year. Both he and Ren had been excited to read it, which was a pretty interesting feeling. Stimpy sighed, hugging the book a bit closely to his chest while making his way to the living room.

"Maybe I should watch TV! That always gets my mind off things!" Stimpy managed a smile. He chuckled a little, taking the remote and switching it on.

"Oh, my darling! My cucaracha! I weell keess your crusted eyes until dawn!"

Stimpy grimaced a little at the man's accent, so he changed the channel.

"You idiot! That was the phone bill!"

He sighed and changed the channel again.

"Come back to me! I miss you!"

Change.

"Are you missing something from your past? Then call 1-888-"

Change.

"Another day without you with me is a like blade that cuts right through me-"

Change.

"What is it, man?!"

Change.

"We belong together!"

Change.

"I want you back!"

Change.

"Duck Tales, woohoo!"

Sighing a little, Stimpy turned off the television and leaned back on the couch. So many feelings, so many thoughts were running through his mind. He then looked at the phone, feeling the urge get a little too strong. Should he?

His hand was already grabbing the phone and then dialing before he could stop himself. Stimpy couldn't believe it, but wasn't about to stop himself. Whatever he did, he had to hear his voice. Just for a moment.

"Hello...?" Came Ren's voice from the other line. He sounded tired, which admittedly worried Stimpy. But he probably just came home from work.

"Uh, hi there, Ren..." Stimpy managed, feeling a jump in his heart.

There was silence for a moment or two. Ren breathed heavily and spoke up, "Steempy?"

"Yeah, it's me! Heh heh, just uh, thought I'd call you!" Stimpy laughed nervously.

"Why?" Ren asked, sounding confused.

"You're still my best pal! And, uh... hey, could you, maybe... I don't know, call me an idiot?"

Once more, Ren was silent for a few moments. "...Why?"

"Because I am? It's a fact? Heh heh, you know me! I'm stupid!" Stimpy laughed. "Daaaaaaah!"

There was a light snicker on the other end, followed by a sigh, "I don't know what's gotten eento you, but okay, fine. You're an eediot. De beegest eediot I know."

Stimpy sighed dreamily, the familiar warmth returning to his body. "Aw Ren... I seriously missed you calling me that."

"Yeah yeah, sure..." Ren muttered, sounding a little disgruntled.

"Uh... oh no! I'm holding a plate and I dropped it!" Stimpy said dramatically, then laughed, "Oops! I'm so clumsy!"

"...Steempy, are you feeling okay?" Ren said, sounding concerned, "Dees eesn't like you."

"What do you mean, Ren? I'm always being clumsy!" Stimpy laughed nervously.

"Yes, but you don't do eet on purpose or to get a reaction out of me."

Stimpy blinked, realizing what this meant. He sweat a little bit, feeling nervousness gnawing at his gut. "Heh heh... Sorry about that, Ren! Guess I'm just feeling a little under the weather!"

On the other line, Ren sighed a little, "Ees dere anything else?"

"I..." Stimpy sighed, feeling his gut seize. What else could he say? There was nothing more he could even do. He still loved Ren, he was pretty sure he always would. But there was nothing he could do about it. Just like before. "I miss you, buddy."

"...I meess you too, Steempy," Ren admitted, sounding defeated, "Eet's not de same weethout you."

"I'm sure you'll... find a nice girl someday," Stimpy said uneasily, giving a nervous chuckle. Anything to alleviate the tension, "She'll be beautiful, fun, full of life, smart, sweet, and will love you every day!"

Once more, Ren went silent, but he was making some breathy noises on the other end. Stimpy sighed in relief, glad to see that his friend seemed to at least feel good about something. However, the sounds became increasingly morrose. Stimpy felt his heart fall to his stomach, his gut seizing once again.

"Damn eet, Steempy..." Ren mumbled, sounding like he was crying, "Dere eesn't a woman out there who could replace you!"

"...What?" Stimpy stared at the phone, dumbfounded.

Ren didn't respond. He just sniffled and then hung up. Even with the dial tone sounding, all Stimpy could do was stare at the phone, feeling tears in his eyes. He could not have heard that. But somehow he did. This wasn't helping at all. If anything, it just added more to his feelings.

Sniffling, Stimpy replaced the phone back on its cradle and fell back on the couch. All he wanted to do was crawl under a hole and not emerge until this was all over. Until he could stop breaking Ren's heart anymore than it was. Until he had no risk of breaking Harry's heart.

Stimpy sighed sadly, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to himself.

"Hello, boys and girls! This is your old pal Stinky Wizzleteats!" Came a voice from the television.

Perking up, Stimpy grinned widely, "Oh, joy! I'll be sad later, this is my song!"

XXXX

Walking around Santa Cruz was pretty nice, especially on a beautiful day like this. Stimpy sometimes hopped about, carrying a basket on his arm and donning a large sunhat. He was on his way to the market, intent on picking up some fruits and vegetables.

"Gosh, what a perfect day this is!" Stimpy said to himself, breathing in the fresh air, "It doesn't get any better than this!"

Passing by a store, he glanced to his left for a moment, and then snapped his gaze right back. Walking by him was a chihuahua. But it couldn't be. Could it? Stimpy felt his heart race, to which he turned around and gently touched the chihuahua's shoulder.

"R-Ren?"

The dog turned around, looking at him with mild confusion. Much to Stimpy's dismay, or relief, it wasn't Ren at all. It was a female, who just happened to look like him a bit.

"Oh, sorry! I thought you were someone else," Stimpy said sheepishly, withdrawing his hand, "Uh, carry on, ma'am!"

She looked at him with concern, but then gave a smile, "No problem. Have a nice day," she waved and then continued walking off.

Stimpy felt his mood drop a bit, but he managed to keep himself walking. Why oh why did this have to get to him still? He still loved Ren, that was for sure, but why did it have to get in the way? He was with Harry now, in a new place, and he was happy. Happy as can be!

'So why do I feel so sad? Why do I always feel like I see Ren everywhere I look? Am I losing it?' Stimpy thought, biting his lip. 'Then again, he must be having the time of his life. He's probably happier than ever. Maybe he's... found a girl.'

The idea of that made his stomach churn. Sure, in the past he admittedly got jealous of Ren's girlfriends, but he'd always tried to hold off on it. But now, all he felt was dread. What right did he have to feel that? He sighed sadly, trudging along the sidewalk and trying to keep his head up high.

'Come on, I gotta be happy! My life's great! Totally great! Of course I should be happy! Who wouldn't be?'

As Stimpy came to the market, he took a few breaths to lighten his mood and managed to smile. No need to worry other customers or the vendors, right?

XXXX

"Okay... here we go..." Stimpy crept up to the front door, then gave a knock. He adjusted his cat costume and giggled, trying to stifle himself.

The door opened, with a surprised-looking Harry looking down at him, "Stimpy?"

"Noooo! It's the cat!" Stimpy giggled, "You better go get him!"

Harry blinked, confused, "But, why? I don't understand."

"Oh, you know! You're a dog, I'm a cat, so... you chase me!" Stimpy grinned, turning around now and waving his fake tail, "So come on! Chase me!"

"Stimpy..." Harry chuckled, shaking his head, "You're being silly. Just because I'm a dog doesn't mean I'm going to chase cats!" Come on, get inside and take that off. You don't need me to chase you to have fun!"

Stimpy pouted a little, going into the house, "Okay..." 'Ren would've chased me... or at least he would've bitten down on my tail...'

"Are you feeling okay?" Harry asked in concern, closing the door behind them, "You've been acting a little... distant the past few days."

"Huh? Oh, yeah! I feel great!" Stimpy grinned, removing the cat suit, "I guess I'm just a bit restless, that's all!"

"Aww, that's understandable," Harry patted his head, "You can go for a walk, if you'd like. We can go together!"

Stimpy gave a nod, keeping his smile as best he could, "Joy! Let's go, then!"

Off they went, going around the neighbourhood and toward town. Like usual, their walks were quiet and pretty peaceful. They even held hands, which Stimpy was pretty glad for.

'Ren never let me hold his hand... Heh, then I'd try to, he'd slap it away, and we'd do that song and dance for a while! Then he'd just give up and let me hold it...' Stimpy thought nostalgically, giggling. 'I bet he'd want to keep PDA on the down-low, but it'd be cute to try to break it!'

"Stimpy?" Harry spoke up, breaking his train of thought, "You okay?"

Looking up at him, Stimpy laughed sheepishly, "Oh, yeah! Totally! I was just thinking of something stupid!"

"Ah, okay," Harry chuckled, "I know what you mean."

"Yep!" Stimpy managed to grin. 'Why do I keep thinking about Ren like that? It's not like the old days when I was hoping he'd give me a chance! I'm with Harry now! I should be thinking about his muscles, his voice, how good he is at kissing, how... Oh wow, I remember when Ren kissed me before I left! It was so amazing! Like, wow! I thought I was going to explode! He's a great kisser!'

"Hey, Stimpy?" Harry spoke up again, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

Trying to push his thoughts aside, Stimpy put on a grin as best he could, "Oh, sure! Go ahead!"

"Okay, and I'm sorry if it's too much. I just wanted to know... Were you and Ren seeing each other before you and I started to date?" Harry asked.

Feeling his cheeks turn pink, Stimpy exhaled and shook his head, "No..."

"No? Oh, that's surprising."

"It is?"

"Yeah," Harry gave a chuckle, "I mean, just the way you always talked about him, the way you two are around one another, and also, the way you two look at each other. I think anybody would think you two were a couple!"

Stimpy blushed at the thought, unable to help wondering if that's what they did come off as. He chuckled a little, "Well, uh, I had a crush on him since I was about twelve, so, yeah!"

"Really?" Harry said, then laughed, "That's pretty cute. I guess I can see why, he did take you in and raise you."

"He did," Stimpy murmured, smiling more, "Sure, he could be mean sometimes and calls me names, but I know he cares about me! But no, we weren't! He was always off with other girls, and I... I don't know, guess I was just seeing where life was going to take me!"

Harry nodded, reaching over to pat his head, "Now look at you. We're together now, and it's great, isn't it?"

"It's a joy!" Stimpy smiled, but it felt strained, "I'm real happy!" 'Yeah, of course I'm happy! I've got it great! I should be happy! If I were sad, I'd be ungrateful and an idiot! So I'm happy! Happy happy joy joy!'

As they walked along, Stimpy's gaze shifted down to the sidewalk. He could feel his smile fade, while his thoughts weighed heavily on his mind. His stomach churned and coiled uncomfortably, but not from hunger.

'I'm happy... Happy... Happy happy deliriously happy...'

XXXX

"So come on, Stimpy... We're almost there..."

Stimpy giggled as they followed the trail of rose petals along the floor, "Wow Harry, I can't wait to see the surprise!"

Harry chuckled, then opened their bedroom door, "Well, here we are."

Inside the bedroom, all kinds of rose petals were on the floor and the bed. There were candles lit on safe surfaces of the room, very low lighting overall, and some soft jazz music playing.

"Wow, what's all this?" Stimpy asked, looking around the room, "It's too early for bedtime!"

"We're not going to bed," Harry laughed, gently ushering him forward, "Tonight... We're going to take our love to the next level."

Stimpy blinked, then blushed a bit, "Wow, really? We are?"

"Yes," Harry chuckled, getting onto the bed and proceeding to remove his clothes, "I think it's time, don't you?"

"Oh, joy!" Stimpy grinned, climbing onto the bed as well.

It was getting very heated, that much Stimpy could tell. He could feel every touch, every kiss that they shared, and felt his body responding in kind. It did feel very pleasant and arousing, but something wasn't quite right. Stimpy wasn't sure what it was, but figured it was because this was his first time. Of course it would be awkward and feel weird, right?

He relaxed himself, trying all he could to respond to Harry's ministrations and touches. Stimpy closed his eyes, letting the moment take over and just give in to the feeling. His mind wandered, at least before he could feel a light nibble on his neck. It made him giggle, while purring pleasurably.

"You like dat, don't you?" Ren's face appeared in his line of vision. He smirked at him in a sensual way, his eyes gleaming with passion.

"Yeah, I do..." Stimpy murmured, gazing up at him with wonder, "You feel really good, Ren..."

"Oh, den I'll make you feel even better, eediot..." Ren purred, stroking a hand down his belly. He licked his lips suggestively, "I'm going to make you beg for eet like a Catholeec girl on prom night, Steempy..."

Stimpy sighed softly and relaxed his body all the more, "Oh, Ren... Give it to me... I've wanted this for years...!"

There was a pause in Ren's movements, but eventually they picked back up again. Stimpy moaned softly as he felt his hands go lower and lower. Reaching up, he brought his companion closer and kissed him deeply, pouring all his love into it. Ren kissed him back, but there was something very odd in the way he was kissing. In fact, this whole thing felt very strange.

Ren pulled away after a few moments, looking down at him with an odd expression, "Tell me, Steempy... Do you love me?"

"Yes, I do..." Stimpy murmured, opening his eyes now, "I love you so much, Ren..."

"Stimpy?"

Upon hearing Harry's voice, Stimpy's eyes shot open and focused. Harry was above him, looking a mix of concerned and a little disappointed. He sat up now, hesitant, and then helped Stimpy sit up too.

"Yeah, Harry? What's wrong?" Stimpy managed to ask. Had he really gotten so lost in his fantasies?

"Stimpy... you just called me Ren again..." Harry said uneasily.

Feeling guilt gnaw his gut, Stimpy recoiled a little, "I-I did?! I said that out loud?"

Harry glanced at him, then nodded slowly. "You did. You kept calling me Ren."

Feeling as if an entire mountain was collapsing, Stimpy trembled a little. He tried to move, to straighten up, but felt weak. After a few moments, he sat on the edge of the bed, to which the floodgates opened. Burying his face in his hands, Stimpy sobbed loudly, sniffling and whimpering. He could then feel Harry's hand touching his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.

"Stimpy... it's okay, I can handle the truth," Harry said kindly.

Sniffling, Stimpy cried all the more, but tried to speak, "I'm sorry, Harry...! I can't do this, I can't! I didn't want to break your heart, but I..."

"Yes?"

"I... I love Ren!" Stimpy wailed in shame, lowering his hands now, "I miss him and I want to be with him again! I broke his heart and I feel like an idiot! All this time I was trying not to break your heart, but all I did was break his heart! After all he's done for me..."

Harry was silent for a few moments, but kept squeezing his shoulder. He sighed then, even giving a chuckle, "You know what, I knew it."

Amidst his despair, Stimpy managed to look at him with confusion, "Knew... Knew what?"

"I knew you weren't happy, Stimpy. I could tell," Harry murmured, shaking his head, "You were always happier back before we moved here. The only times you were actually happy were when you talked about Ren... I had a feeling you still loved him, I just... knew I had to let you figure that out for yourself."

"H-Harry, I... I'm sorry..." Stimpy whimpered, looking down in shame, "I'm the worst..."

"Stimpy, no... It's okay," Harry assured him with a smile, "I have a spine, I've been through worse. Even I was hoping it would work, but I had a feeling it wouldn't. I understand why you tried to stick it out and give me a chance, which I do appreciate. But I think it's time you stopped lying to yourself."

Stimpy sighed sadly, sobbing softly and hugging himself. He trembled, his nose clogged up, and more tears fell. "But I lead you on! I practically lied to you!"

"...Yeah, admittedly," Harry sighed, "I kind of wish you came to terms with that earlier. It would have saved us both a lot of heartache. But that doesn't matter now. You need to go back to him, you need to work things out."

"...I just hope he'll take me back..." Stimpy murmured, staring off out the window. "He said... He said he loved me."

"Then that's all you need," Harry nodded, "I'm willing to bet he still loves you. So go for it, Stimpy. Get a good night's sleep, I'll book you the earliest flight home."

Stimpy sniffled, wiping his eyes, "I don't deserve your forgiveness, Harry."

"Of course you do," Harry stood up, giving him a smile.

"How can I? I broke your heart!"

"Maybe, but like I said, I'll be fine. I just want you to be happy, Stimpy. And I know that's not something I can give you," Harry said as he headed to the door, "You just relax, okay?"

Stimpy smiled sadly as he watched Harry leave the room, and then looked back down at the floor. He still felt bad, he didn't want it to end this way. But it had to. While he had the freedom to go back to his true love, he wished he didn't have to hurt anybody to do it. Sighing a little, he lay back on the bed and curled up, staring at the wall.

"I'm coming back, Ren... I just hope you'll let me," Stimpy murmured softly.