Francine was chilling in her room, sitting in her bed, listening to music on her dOpi.

"Oh, yeah, la-la-la-la!

Francina! Francina!

Quit hanging out with Tina!

Your boyfriend's jealous

And he's going to kill you if

You don't stop hanging out with Tina,

Francina! Francina!" she belted out obnoxiously loudly as she sang along to a pop-rock song.

Catherine burst through the door holding her ears. "FRANCINE! PLEASE! QUIET!" she shouted over the music and singing.

"Francinaaaaa-aaAAA-AA-AaAAaAA-AAaaAAAA!" Francine screeched, holding the final note, rather badly.

"SHUT UUUUUUUUPPPPPP!" screamed Catherine, almost in harmony with Francine! Both of their voices managed to crack their bedroom window in several places.

"What is it now, Catherine?" sighed Francine.

"Please turn down that stupid music, and let me get ready to go to my horse-riding lessons!" Catherine sat some clothes down on the bed.

Francine scoffed and shot her sister a dirty look. "Whatever."

Catherine narrowed her eyes. "What did you say?!"

"I said, 'Whatever!'"

Catherine's face turned red as she growled and lunged at her younger sibling. Amazingly, Francine caught her in mid-air and began punching her in the face.

"I'll play my music as loud as I want to!" Francine shouted, enraged.

"Nuh-uh!" argued Catherine, squirming out of Francine's grip and headlocking her. "I was born seven years earlier; therefore, I'm older, and I boss you around!"

Francine somehow escaped from the headlock and threw Catherine onto her bed. She then ran off laughing. Catherine crossed her arms and sulked, knowing she had just lost.

Francine sat down on the couch in the living room and turned on the television. She found a show on NBS with a drunken English bear performing a comedy sketch.

"No one survives!" he slurred. "I come home, and there's My Little Pony on the telly!" He poured a cup of whiskey. "That's when my brain...starts doing things." He downed the shot in one big gulp. "Anyway, my brother was watching the telly, and I had this really long spoon. I shoved really hard and fast in his eye! It was lovely." He hiccuped. "But now I had *hic!* to bury his dead body!

"Suddenly *hic!* I heard the front door open, with Mum and Dad coming in." He clasped his hands to the sides of his face. "Oh, no! I'm in big bother! They're *hic!* going to come here, and find out my brother *hic!* is dead! Suddenly I made a breakthrough. I stuffed *hic!* my brother in the fridge." He took another whiskey shot and smiled as he relaxed. "And everything was lovely once again. *hic!* Wonderful.

"Later that day, we sit down to *hic!* eat, and my dad goes to the fridge. He saw Brian in there, mouth open, eyes staring, tail stiff, *hic!* dead in the fridge - and that's when I get into really big trouble - "

Francine sat on the couch, not moving a muscle. She wasn't laughing, or even grinning. "Booooring!" she said with a roll of her eyes. She reached for the remote control, but it was quickly snatched away from her.

"Hey, Frankie, mind if we watch the evening news?" said Laverne, sitting down on the couch. Francine didn't like that idea at all.

"I'm going to my room!" she declared, doing just that. She plugged her headphones into her dOpi and turned on another artless pop tune.

"La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaa-laaaaaaa!

Hey, Moode, don't make thiiiiiiings worse than they are noow,

Take this sad song and throw it in the garararararrrbaaage,

And don't forget to take this lady and shove her inside your chest,

And that'll make everythiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing all beeeeeeeettteeeerrrrr!"

A timecard appeared suddenly. "One hour later," read the French Narrator, who is in Arthur's universe why?

"FRAAANNNCIIIINNNE!" boomed Oliver's voice from the kitchen. "It's dinner, and plus, we need to talk to you!"

Great. Just great, thought Francine, kicking her shoes across the room as she trudged into the kitchen.

(A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I'm sick today, which gave me the perfect opportunity to finish this chapter and get it up on the site. Thanks for being patient.)