Here we see (F/N) is at school waiting to punch the clock.

(F/N): *standing in front of the punch clock, waiting for it to reach 8:00* Wait for it... *(F/N) gets impatient. The second hand stops a second before 8:00, shocking (F/N). The second hand then touches 12, becoming 8:00. (F/N) happily punches in then jumps in the air. The scene pauses him in mid-air*

Automated Voice: On Time Percentage: 100%.

The scene starts again. Sam walks up to the time clock

Sam: Another day, another migraine. *She laughs sheepishly at the audience, then punches in* Mi... *scene pauses again*

Automated voice: On Time Percentage: 12%. *the screen un-pauses*

Sam: ...graine. Heh, heh, heh.

(F/N): Ahh, isn't it great working at the Krusty Krab, Sam? Huh? Isn't it? Working here?

Sam: Yeah, great.

(F/N): Yeah.

Sam: Yeah.

(F/N): Oh, yeah.

Sam: *getting annoyed* Yes!

(F/N): Hold that thought, Sam. I'm due in the parking lot for early-morning litter patrol. May the Celestial Sapiens shine brightly on my harvest. *laughs. (F/N) walks out with a bag and a long, pointy tool* Litter. *picks up trash* Looks like someone missed the trash basket, huh, Mr. Candy Wrapper? *laughs* Kids these days. *another piece of trash falls to the ground next to him. He gasps and he picks up the trash* I've never seen such an epidemic! Well, at least it's all over now. Huh? Huh?! Huh? *more trash keeps falling to the ground around him and he picks them up quickly. He breathes, exhausted, as one more piece of litter falls down attached to a parachute. He gets infuriated* Where is all this litter coming from?! *(F/N) notices someone tossing trash out of a car. (F/N)'s eyes turn to a crumpled paper falling to the ground* Not on my watch. *walks up to the car* Sir, I will have you know it's against the law to litter.

Strangler: Ha! What're you gonna do, call the police? *police arrive*

(F/N): Yes. *police begin to handcuff the Strangler. They walk past her in single-file and continue cuffing him*

Sam: How's it going, Lieutenant?

(F/N): Well, let's just say I hope our litterbug there saved room for his just desserts. *laughs* Yeah, just desserts.

Sam: Whatever. Huh? *notices the Strangler* (F/N), don't you know who that is?

(F/N): Who?

Sam: That's the Tattletale Strangler.

(F/N): Who?

Sam: The Tattletale Strangler! *gives (F/N) a "WANTED" poster of the Strangler* He's promised to strangle anyone who turns him in! *Strangler growls. (F/N) and Sam are scared*

(F/N): He seems kind of angry with us, eh, Sam? *Sam's gone* Sam? Sam!

Officer Johnson: You're gonna do time, Strangler. Hard time. *(F/N) walks up to the police*

(F/N): Hi, officers. So, he's going to jail, right?

Officer Nancy: Who, Strangler?

(F/N): Yeah, Strangler.

Officer Nancy: Oh, yeah, he's going to jail for a long time. *Strangler draws on the back of the driver's seat headrest, and flips it to reveal an exact likeness of (F/N)'s face*

(F/N): Hey, that looks like me! *Strangler growls and mangles the headrest, "killing" the (F/N) drawing, and chuckles evilly. (F/N) screams*

Officer Nancy: Don't worry, (F/N). He won't be able to strangle you.

Officer Johnson: Yeah. We got him chained up real good. He'll never get away.

Officer Nancy: Oops, not again. *Strangler is gone, with his handcuffs in his place in the car*

Officer Johnson: Yup, he got away. *

(F/N) screams then falls over

(F/N): You nice officers will protect me, right?

Officer Nancy: We ain't bodyguards, kid.

Officer Johnson: Yeah, give us a call if you see him again, Tattletale. *they drive off, leaving dust that makes (F/N) cough*

(F/N): Those officers are right... I need a bodyguard! *runs into the school* Ms. Tetslaff! There's a maniac after me! I need a bodyguard!

Ms. Tetslaff: *laughs* I wasn't five-time 'Golden Gloves' in the navy for nothin'. When he sees me moves, he'll be running scared. So, where is this little bully, down at the park? The soda shop? What does he look like, eh, Tennyson?

(F/N): This would be him, Ms. Tetslaff. *takes out the wanted poster of The Strangler*

Ms. Tetslaff: *gasps in fear* The Tattletale Strangler! *Hides in the closet* Go away, (F/N)! Take your death cloud with you!

We cut to (F/N) showing the wanted poster to people. Shows it to Dash, who turns into a real lobster on a plate, then a construction worker who pogos off on his jackhammer, and some guys at the Tough Tavern who run off, some screaming "Hold me! Hold me!", leaving (F/N) distraught*

(F/N): *At the bus stop* That's it, I gotta get out of town 'til I can find a bodyguard.

Strangler sits on a bench reading a newspaper

Strangler: Bodyguard, huh? Uh, I might be able to help you out. *(F/N) walks over*

(F/N): You don't understand, mister. I need protection from the scariest guy in town. Here's his picture. *holds up the wanted poster. The Strangler reveals himself wearing a fake mustache*

Strangler: *laughs* He doesn't look so tough.

(F/N): I tattled on him, and now he wants to strangle me with his diabolical hands! I hope they're not dirty. *Strangler looks at his filthy hands and laughs. Before he can strangle (F/N), a bus stops next to them and the Strangler puts his hands behind his back and smiles, as the bus drives off*

Strangler: Huh? Uh-oh, there's too many witnesses around here. *walks up to (F/N)* Listen, kid, I could be your bodyguard. Here's my card. *Shows (F/N) his drawn-over fake ID card*

(F/N): Hmmm. Looks good to me. You're hired! I feel safer already. What's next? *a 5¢ price tag is hanging from the Strangler's fake mustache*

Strangler: Well, the maniac could be anywhere, wearing a disguise. He could be that old man. *points to an old man with a walker* Or that baby. *points to a baby in a stroller*

(F/N): Or that pebble! *points to a small rock on the ground* Or that stick. *points to a stick* Or that receipt for the Phony Baloney Mustache Emporium. *points to a white piece of paper*

Strangler: Huh? Uh, that's mine. *picks it up and puts it in his pocket*

(F/N): Oh, bodyguard, my body is in your guarding hands. What do we do first?

Strangler: Uh, I suggest we go to a nice, quiet, secluded location, like behind an old dumpster or a dark alley.

(F/N): We could go to my house and turn off all the lights!

Strangler: Perfect. That way no one can hear you being strangled-- I mean, uh, uh, protected. *laughs as the lights grow dim* Perfect. *laughs maniacally*

(F/N): Yes, excellent. *laughs with the Strangler until the lights turn on again* Ah, but first, I gotta do a few errands.

Strangler: Uh, okay, but let's make it quick.

(F/N): Quick is my middle name.

We cut to the two inside a grocery store.

(F/N): Let's see, paper towels. This one says "best paper towel around," this one says "best paper towel in town." Hmm... in town... around... in town... around... what do you think, bodyguard?

Strangler: Whatever gets us to your house quicker.

(F/N): I'll take both!

We cut to the two at the 'Dry Cleaning While-U-Wait' register.

Dry Cleaner: Here you go, Ms. Tennyson *hands him her clothes*

(F/N): Hmm.

Dry Cleaner: Is there something wrong?

(F/N): I'm not sure if these are my pants.

Strangler groans. We then cut to the perfume store where (F/N) sprays some perfume on her wrist and holds it up to the Strangler.

(F/N): How about this one, bodyguard? Too overbearing?

Strangler: Can we just go to your house?!

We later see the two arriving at (F/N)'s home.

(F/N): Here we are. Tennyson Manor. Bodyguard, let me just take this opportunity to say you're the best bodyguard a fellow could hope to have.

Strangler: All right, enough of the sappy talk! Open the door so I can strangle you-- I mean, uh, choke you; I mean, uh, crush your windpipe,... I mean...

(F/N): Protect me?

Strangler: Thanks.

(F/N): Don't mention it, Strangler. *gasps* I mean, bodyguard. Now where did I put my key?

*searches his pocket for the key as the Strangler gets angry*

French Narrator: Twenty minutes later...

(F/N) is still searching for her key. The Strangler gets even more angry

(F/N): Well, I can't find 'em. Do you wanna take a look?

Strangler: Forget the key! Let's climb through this window. *struggles reaching for the window* I can't reach it. Do you think you can hop up on my shoulders, kid?

(F/N) is wearing cleats

(F/N): Sure! With these spiky cleats, anything is possible! *jumps onto the Strangler* Aah!

Strangler: Cleats? *(F/N)'s feet land on the Strangler's eyeballs. The Strangler screams in pain* Get your feet out of my eye sockets! *(F/N) starts tugging at her legs*

(F/N): *Struggling* I'm trying, but my cleats are stuck in your corneas!

Strangler runs around in pain

Strangler: *screaming* Get off! Get off! Oh, oh, oh!

French Narrator: Six hours later...

Strangler is still running around until he pulls (F/N)'s feet out of his eyes. Scene cuts to the Strangler with bandages on his eyes

(F/N): Don't be mad, bodyguard. Let me just grab the key I keep under the mat and we can get inside.

The Strangler's eyes open widely. The Strangler growls in anger and a nuclear explosion comes out of his head

(F/N): There you are, you little rascal. Now, to put it here in the lock, which should activate the tumblers, thus opening the door. *Strangler sneaks up behind (F/N) ready to strangle her. (F/N) opens the door and walks in* Step inside...

Strangler: *closes the door* Close the door...

(F/N): Well, here we are.

Strangler: I finally got you all alone! *laughs evilly*

(F/N): I know, isn't it great? *laughs. Strangler picks up (F/N)* Ooh.

Strangler: Now, you're gonna get yours, Tattletale! *lights turn on*

All of (F/N)'s friends: Surprise! *all of (F/N)'s friends are in his house cheering. They drop a sign that says "Congratulations, (F/N)! 100% On Time!"

(F/N): A surprise party to celebrate my perfect on-time percentage at school? *Strangler nervously places his hands behind his back* Oh, how'd you guys know?

Tucker: It's on the invitations you sent us. *holds an invitation up* Let's boogie!

Everyone parties. The Strangler sits down in (F/N)'s chair. Scene cuts to the end of the party

(F/N): Bye, everybody, thanks for coming! Bye Ms. Tetslaff, bye Dash, bye Star, bye Danny, bye Tucker, bye Mrs. Manson, bye Sam, bye Danny, bye Grandpa Max, bye Ben, bye Rook, bye, the rest. *everyone else leaves and he walks back into the house and laughs* Ahh, alone at last.

Strangler: *wakes up, while gasping* Huh? What? What? *(F/N) closes the door* So, we're all alone now?

(F/N): Just you, me, and the floorboards.

*Strangler and (F/N) begin laughing again* Yeah! *there's a knock on the door. (F/N) opens it*

All: Happy birthday, (F/N)!

(F/N): How did you guys know today is my birthday?

Tucker: We just do what the invitations say. Let's boogie some more!

Everyone parties again and the Strangler walks back to (F/N)'s chair and farts. Scene cuts to the end of the party

(F/N): Thanks for coming! Whew! *closes the door and laughs* Alone again.

Strangler: Is it true? Everybody's gone?

(F/N): Uh-huh.

Strangler: No more parties today? You got everything you need now? Nobody's left? We're completely alone?

(F/N): Oh yeah.

Strangler: In that case... *laughs evilly until Tucker appears out of nowhere*

Tucker: Great parties, huh?

Strangler: Oh! Sorry, techno geek, you've gotta go. *carries Tucker away*

(F/N): Wait! We can trust Tucker. He's my best friend.

Strangler: Well, uh, I can't take any chances. For all we know, he could be the Strangler.

Tucker: I'm the Strangler? Oh, I should've known! I gotta turn myself in! *runs and breaks through the wall*

(F/N): So, Tucker's the Strangler. Gee, you think you know a guy.

Strangler: *growls* He's not the Strangler!

(F/N): He's not?

Strangler: *rips off his fake mustache; yelling* I am!

(F/N): Hey, how'd you do that without shaving cream?

Strangler: Oh, it's a fake, you idiot! I bought it at the party store! *everyone comes back inside*

Paulina: *cheerfully* Did someone say "party"?

Strangler screams and runs out through the wall

Strangler: I can't take it!

(F/N): *runs after him* Wait, bodyguard, I need protection!

Strangler gets into a taxi

Strangler: Step on it! I'm being chased by a maniac!

(F/N) chases after the taxi.

(F/N): I'm not safe! Come back! D-ohh! *taxi goes to the Amity Park Airport and an airplane takes off*

Strangler: Finally, away from that girl.

(F/N): *on the airplane a row behind Strangler* Good idea, bodyguard. He'll never find us up here.

Strangler jumps out of the plane screaming, he opens his parachute, but it is actually (F/N)

(F/N): Good thinking, bodyguard. The Strangler could have been on that plane.

Strangler takes out a giant pair of scissors and cuts the strings off the (F/N) parachute and plummets right into the Amity Park Police Station jail. (F/N) comes running up to him

(F/N): Bodyguard, bodyguard!

Strangler: Look, kid... I'm not your bodyguard! *cries* I'm the Strangler! See?! *looks toward his "WANTED" poster on the wall*

(F/N): *Gasps* The Strangler! *the police officers walk up*

Officer Nancy: Good work, (F/N). You put the Strangler behind bars.

Strangler: At least I'm safe from that blond idiot.

Tucker: Hey, Mack. *Strangler turns and sees Tucker in the cell with him.*What're you in for?

Later that night we see (F/N) arrive back where Paulina and Roxie came inside.

Paulina: Hey babe we're home.

(F/N): Hey girls, how was your day?

Paulina: Pretty nice, how was yours?

(F/N): Not bad.

Paulina: *Sits next to (F/N) on the couch* So anything while me and Roxie were gone?

(F/N): Well…

(F/N) began telling Paulina and Roxie about her day as the camera fades to black.

Next: Chapter 62: Evil Step Sister