Cinnamon sat in her room as she stared at her roller shook covered feet in sorrow. She could hear her parents talking in their room about how long she'd be grounded. Cinnamon sighed and laid on her bed knowing that her parents we're going to take forever.

*

Meanwhile Mocho had snuck-out and was now looking at his dad's old house. The house had been perfectly cleaned inside and out as Mocho walked through (the newly installed) door he had bought with his allowance. When Mocho got into Kit's old house all the floors we're now carpeted. As the living room now had simply a very comfy recliner and boxes filled with comic books. Mocho ran over and sat in the recliner and almost immediately he sank into the chair.

He stretched out and grabbed a comic book as he flipped to the first page. But suddenly the bunny hybrid jumped as a knock on the door was heard. Mocho whimpered hoping whoever it was would just go away. But today was definitely not Mocho's luckiest day. The door opened and Lucy came in,

"Hey Mocho." She said. As her eye's drifted over to Mocho; the bunny hybrid was blushing. Having the cover face down on his lap;

"H—Hey Lucy." Mocho muttered.

"So……why did you smile at me?" Lucy asked,

"I…..I have no idea what your talking about." Mocho said blushing even redder.

"I saw you smile at me Mocho, also you are a terrible liar." Lucy replied, Mocho felt his face burn a bright crimson. As he squirmed a bit in his seat avoiding eye contact,

"So….what if I did? Not that I mean to sound rude or anything." Mocho said his voice barley a whisper.

"You don't really smile. I've only seen you smile twice this week. You always have a nervous frown on your face. So…..why'd you smile?" Lucy asked, Mocho gulped.

"Um……well…..you see…." Mocho started only to trail off,

"Come on you can tell me! You…..trust me….right?" Lucy said. Mocho looked at Lucy in the eye's for a moment before looking away.

"I…..I….I sm—smiled because…..you we're always nice to me. No—Normally when I meet someone…..they tease me or do something mean to me before becoming my……acquaintance. Not even Annaween is immune to doing that to me. But…..you we're different. You…..helped me. I….thought about it during the intense meeting with Dr. Coconut. And a bit when I got home. Maybe….we could become…." Mocho said only to be interrupted,

"Friends?" Lucy said hopefully. Mocho shuttered and shook his head,

"No—No—Not that! No—Not ready for those. How about….. acquaintances for now?" Mocho said shyly. Lucy gave a sheepish grin of her own before nodding,

"Yeah we can start out there. So….what are you reading?" She asked. Mocho's face turned a shade of deep scarlet as he tried to sink deeper into his seat.

"Umm…..nothing?" Mocho said, Lucy raised an eyebrow.

"Mocho I just wanna see. Can't you show me?" Lucy asked, Mocho thought it over as he took in a deep breathe. He then shut his eye's as tears built in his eye's,

"Okay…..but please don't laugh." Mocho whimpered. As he handed the comic book to Lucy, the girl took one look. And her face mixed into a grin of amazement and happiness. The comic book was my little pony issue.

"You're a fan?" Lucy asked in disbelief, Mocho very hesitantly nodded.

"Hey no reason to be like that I'm a fan too." Lucy said; Mocho slowly opened his eye's and looked at Lucy in disbelief.

"Re—Really?" Mocho whispered, Lucy nodded.

"We can talk about it if you want." Lucy said,

"I…..I…..I'd….like that." Mocho said forcing himself to finish the sentence.

"Great! So what did ya think o—" Lucy said,

"Maybe tomorrow. I…..I need to check on someone." Mocho said. And Lucy nodded in understanding before putting the comic away and following Mocho out the door.

*

Cinnamon was crying her eye's out as her room door was locked up; her roller skates we're gone as only socks covered her feet. Suddenly a knock came from her door,

"Go away!" Cinnamon said.

"Umm…..sis…..it's me Mocho." Mocho said nervously, Cinnamon groaned. She got from bed and opened her room door;

"Mocho I'm not in the mood." Cinnamon said.

"I know. That's why I brought you this." Mocho said as he shyly moved his hands from behind his back. Revealing a plate of peanut butter (and chocolate chip) cookies. Cinnamon blinked for a moment,

"You…..you made these?" Cinnamon asked.

"Um…..yeah!" Mocho said, "I just adjusted a few things from grandpappy's and grandmama's baking and cook book." Cinnamon smiled.

"You didn't have to do that. And how'd you get past mama and dad?" Cinnamon asked,

"Mama had to get back to racing. And dada left us a note saying he'd be in the Sugar Rush junkyard beating some poor kart to pieces. Also I didn't need to but I felt I had to. After all I've never seen you without your skates and now you have to go a whole month without them. That has to be rough." Mocho said. Cinnamon giggled and stepped aside letting her brother in. Once he was in Cinnamon shut the door and Mocho placed the hot plate of cookies on the floor. The two siblings then sat in between the plate each taking a cookie as they talked.

"Thanks. And sorry again for…..ya know." Cinnamon said wincing,

"It's fine. But….I'm terrified to go to school Monday. What if the other kid's laugh at me? What if Sourpunch comes back?" Mocho said his last sentence coming in a whisper. Cinnamon's eyebrows furrowed as she looked both saddened and furious.

"……Sourpunch isn't coming back. Her parent's……they're sending her to military school." Cinnamon said looking sick,

"What!?" Mocho said his eye's wide.

"I heard dad taking on the phone before he left. By what I could gather she'll be gone for months." Cinnamon said,

"Oh…..mod….." Mocho muttered.

"I know….but it's for her own good." Cinnamon said somberly.

*

Destination: Black Licorice's Academy For Unruly Children

Time: 14:54

Date: October 1st (one month since being busted)

*

Toxic Sourpunch was now in her "room" as her hair was cut in a pixie do. She wore navy blue shorts as she wore a white shirt with a navy blue bow to go with. Toxic Sourpunch looked in the mirror at herself as her "room" was more of a prison cell. The place was dark and everything in it was gray. The bed was nothing but a thick blanket and a slab of metal connected to the wall.

"When I get back you all will pay." Sourpunch said her voice filled with malice, she then pulled out a picture of her and Cinnamon. Both girls looked to be no younger then then five. As Sourpunch had Cinnamon close to her in a one-armed hug. Cinnamon had a forced grin that was hiding her extreme discomfort. Sourpunch growled as she tore the picture up,

"Starting with you Cin-Cin." Sourpunch said as a malicious grin spread across her face.