"Yes." Tommy replied, pushing Ricky ahead of him. The two signed some autographs, took some pictures and headed inside. Once in the elevator Tommy reminded Ricky, "Listen shithead, you share a room with Eric, do NOT tell him where Moe is. He is the enemy. I am not even going to talk to Danny. Pssh. Josh Weiner. How dare he!" The two men headed into their rooms promising not to talk to their roommates and blow Moe's cover.

Ricky entered his room to find Eric jumping on the bed. "Heeeeey Ricky! How are you? I'm great! I love this hotel. High ceilings. Wanna get up here and jump with me?"

Ricky's face brightened with the excitement of one of his groupmates actually talking to him, and jumped onto the bed with Eric. Midair in his first jump, Eric pushed him, causing him to fly across the room and hit the wall. "Eric I HATE you!" Ricky squealed, "And now I'm never going to tell you that Moe is hiding in Danny's bunk!"

"Great!" Eric replied, hopping off of the bed and grabbing the stilts he took everywhere with him. "I'm going to tell Danny!" the tall boy continued, mounting the stilts and heading out of the room. Before he could make it out, he slammed his head off the doorway and fell backwards, knocking himself unconscious.

"That was close," Ricky thought, "I have to tell Tommy!" he picked up the phone and dialed the room next door. "Hi Danny!" he began when he heard it picked up, "Can I talk to Tommy?" the familiar click, and then a dial tone hit his piglet ears as he sighed sadly. He picked up the phone and tried again, changing his voice to a deep bass one. "Hello, this is room service, I need to talk to Thomas McCarthy."

"What's your name?" Danny asked incredulously.

"Um... Ricky?" the boypal answered.

"Nice try shitface. You aren't talking to him, and I will find that damn pig too." Danny screamed before slamming the phone off its receiver.

"What did Ricky want?" Tommy asked the still bleeding skater.

"To talk to you.. but Tommy, you can't talk to him, you only spoon with me. Why are you mad at me?"

Tommy's tiny features crumpled even smaller as he started to shed tears, mini tears. "How could you Danny? Ask Josh Weiner back into the group?? I thought we had something... I guess I was wrong." The froed boy cried harder, as Danny sat looking more confused than usual.

"What do you mean?" Danny asked. "You KNOW I only talk to Josh to find out what Justin ate for lunch, wore today, and a transcript of their conversations. I shtrongly dishlike Josh you shilly boy!" Danny smiled proudly, pleased with his impression of the lisping WeinerDog.

"B-But Ricky told me..."

Danny's face turned bright red as he bopped Tommy on the head. "Don't you know not to listen to that little shit? All he cares about is that damn pig, even if it means lying to YOU to keep it safe."

"That little bastard... " Tommy snarled, his mini mouth curling up and displaying his fangs. He pounded his fist into his hand and stood up. "I'm gonna go kick the shit out of him, then kill that pig myself!"