Sudsley's Date Dilemma

Sudsley. A Dimensionoid who has a heart as big as his head. Sometimes, he knew what to do. Sometimes, he talked a big game. But if there was one thing that Sudsley knew, it's that he had a little something inside of him. He was a water themed Dimensionoid who had a thing for a nurse Dimensionoid. His eyes were set on the one named Soprano. She was a heavyset Dimensionoid who helped those in need and didn't expect anything in return.
"Ah, Soprano...your magic medical touch woos me so," said Sudsley.
He often felt a little dazed upon admiring the lady and would slap himself to come back to his senses.
"Is there anyway I could get her to notice me? I wanna ask her out, but I just don't know how to approach it," said Sudsley.
"You're in luck, my good friend!" said a familiar voice.
It was Disco, the summoner.
"Disco? How long have you been standing there?" Sudsley asked.
"Not too long. I kinda came in on the 'is there anyway' part," said Disco.
"Well, at least you didn't hear the rest of it," said Sudsley.

Soprano was busy taking care of a patient who had just twisted their ankle. She put it in a cast and gave the patient crutches.
"There you go. Now, just make sure you watch your surroundings, don't over do it on transportation, and get plenty of rest until that ankle of yours heals," Soprano instructed.
"Yes, mam," said the patient. He was off with his new wariness of his surroundings.
"I just don't know if she'd like me, Disco. I mean, we're of two different worlds," said Sudsley.
"Suds, buddy, you gotta fight those doubts in you. She would be happy to go with someone like you. I mean, sure you have your faults, like your big ego, bragging, intentions to jump in most of the time-" Disco tried to explain while listing a ton of Suds' faults.
"You're not helping!" Suds called him out.
"Sorry. I'm just saying, nobody's perfect, and you have just as good a chance as anyone else, if not better, to get Soprano to go out with you," said Disco.
"But how am I gonna do that?"
"Easy. I do have a few ideas in mind."

Disco summoned the love/seduction being known as Quakecubus.
"Quakecubus, your amorous acknowledgement is required," said Disco.
"What is it? I was in the middle of a nice dream where I was shaking my booty to a bunch of cute boys," Quakecubus asked a little grouchy from her nap being disturbed.
"Go on, Suds. Ask her," Disco insisted.
"Uh...Quakecubus...I have this girl that I like, and I just don't know how to...well..." Suds started.
"You wanna ask her out and you have no courage whatsoever to do it," Quakecubus guessed.
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"I can read it on your face."
Quakecubus then shined her mark and looked at some possibilities for Suds to ask out Soprano.
"If you wish for the girl of your affection to be yours and yours alone, give her flowers. Cliche, but it almost never fails," said Quakecubus.
"Well, anything's worth a try," said Suds.
He was off to go and get some flowers.
"You sure you wanted to go with something like that?" Disco asked.
"Hey, it was that or show how desperate he was. And I don't think he'd wanna try that," said Quake.

With that, Suds picked some very nice looking flowers.
"Anyone could just buy a bouquet from a store to express their love. But it takes a real shot at love to pick them yourself," said Suds.
He could see Soprano close by. She was getting a little something to eat at the local concession stand.
"Hi, Soprano. Remember me?" Suds asked.
"Why, aren't you Sudsley?" Soprano asked.
"I see my reputation precedes me. But I digress. I have something for you," Suds told her. He held out the flowers he picked.
"Oh! Flowers! They're gorgeous!" she cheered.
She breathed at the flowers only for something to appear on her nose.
"What's this on my face?" she asked.
It was a bee, and it looked at Sudsley, the perpetrator who picked its flowers. A whole swarm of them came out of nowhere and started stinging him, giving chase.
"OW! OW! OW OW OW! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU WERE THERE!" Suds screamed.
"That was unexpected," said Soprano.

Disco was taking care of the bee welts that Suds had endured and received.
"Okay, Quake-In-Your-Booty, got anymore bright ideas?" Suds rhetorically asked the big butted baroness.
"Oh, ha ha. Genius," Quake sarcastically replied.
"Ow...not so hard there," Suds begged Disco.
Quake looked at her mark again.
"Why don't you perform a musical poem to her to express your undying love for her?" Quake suggested.
"You mean, sing a song?" Suds responded at her suggestion.
"Who's the love expert here?"
"Just drop the philosophical stuff and get right to the point."
"Well, singing a song is what I meant. I just like having a nicer more flourishing way of saying it."
"So, I figured."
"But, Suds, you can't-" Disco started.
"I can't what? I can't take such a risk? I can't gamble being publicly humiliated? Well, I'll try! It's for Soprano!" said Suds. He headed off to the karaoke bar.
"Actually, I was gonna say he can't sing," said Disco.
"This won't end well," Quake thought.

At the karaoke bar, Soprano was sitting by and enjoying a little beverage. It was open mic night and anyone could stand up and sing.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, making his debut here in our very own bar! Say hello to Sudsley!" said the owner of the bar.
Sudsley stepped up to the mic and was ready to sing.
"I picked out a good one for her," he said.
The song began and his lyrics were showing off.
"Oh...yeah...yeah.

Sudsley: WheN THe day IS DOne
AND The rAcE is WOn
My lIFE HAS Only jUSt bEGUN
When yoU'RE NExt to mE
So MUCh moRE I wANNa see

WHEn I'm aWAy from yOU
AnD theRE's noTHINg I can dO
Do you thINK THE SAME THIngs too?
WHEN THE TIME has come
I dON'T WANt you tO RUN
You know tHAT YOU'rE thE Only ONE

All I NEED Is yOU
For alWAYs and fOREVer
All you nEED IS Me
REMEmber wHEN I say
AlL WE NEed is lOVE
CAuSE yOU'RE my nuMBEr OnE

All I NEED Is yOU
For alWAYs and fOREVer
All you nEED IS Me
REMEmber wHEN I say
AlL WE NEed is lOVE
CAuSE yOU'RE my nuMBEr OnE

However, he was terrible.
"Get outta my bar!" the guy insisted. With that, he kicked Suds out of the bar.
"You people don't even know quality vocals!" Suds thought.
Soprano came out of the bar with a big crowd having cheered her on.
"Well, at least she had a happy time," said Suds.

"So, your musical poem didn't go so well?" Quake asked with a smirk on her face.
"You're enjoying, aren't you?" Suds asked.
"What next?" Disco asked.
"Try the way of the blade. Join a Kendo class," said Quake.
"How's that gonna help?" Suds asked.
"You would learn to stop anyone who was offending Soprano," said Quake.
"Makes sense to me," said Sudsley.

Disco was giving Suds a good ol' shoulder rub before his practice session.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" Disco asked.
"Sure. It's just a bunch of people swinging play swords around and learning to defend themselves. I can handle this," said Suds.
He got into uniform and was ready to practice.
"Okay, you turkeys! You might as well give up now cause I'm a pro at this sort of thing!" said Suds.
His opponent was a seven year old girl.
"I hope you do not go easy on me because I am so young," said the girl.
"Oh, I won't hold anything back," said Sudsley.
"Begin!" said the coach.
The practice began and the girl easily wailed on Sudsley on each and every round. He was beaten, battered, smacked, and clobbered every time. He just couldn't keep up with someone so young yet so experienced.
"The winner!" the coach announced after the 27th round.
"Did I get her yet?" Suds wondered.
"Maybe you should let Soprano see that," said Disco.

After so many beatings in Kendo, Sudsley had a lot of lumps on his head like a cartoon character.
"Man, I wish I could have seen that one," said Quake.
"Next idea," Sudsley insisted a little impatient.
"Okay, okay. You should try being more athletic. Take up a sport or two," said Quake.
"Then it's time for a training montage!" said Disco.

With that, they get started Sudsley getting into physical shape. However, a lot of the things he tried didn't show him making much progress. He tried push-ups, but could barely make one. He tried pull-ups, but his hands came apart from that. He tried skip rope, but he got himself tied up when he tried to do it at a rapid pace. He tried lifting weights, but he just tipped over backwards upon lifting it. Then he decided to try the hammer toss.
"Come on, Suds! You didn't show any progress in there! You're not ready for the hammer toss!" said Disco.
"Once Soprano gets a load of this buff bod, she'll think I'm the picture of health and charm," said Suds. He kissed his arms for good luck and then picked up the hammer and tossed it down the field.
"There it goes!" he said.
"I wonder where it will land," said Disco.
There was a loud thud and they rushed over to its landing spot. But when they got there, they may have had an unexpected outcome.
"ONE OF OUR PLAYERS IS DONE!" a Football player screamed.
The hammer accidentally beaned one of their teammates.
"Who did this?" the linebacker wondered.
"I have no idea, but they're gonna get so tackled from this!" said the quarterback.
"I think we'd better go," said Sudsley.
"Good idea," Disco agreed.
They ran for it as Soprano came onto the scene. Sudsley looked at her in amazement until Disco pulled him out of harm's way from the football players.

Quake was really shocked upon hearing what had happened.
"Wow...just...just wow. That was so unexpected there, and I don't think that was funny one bit," she thought.
"I know! I didn't think I'd knock a football player out testing my strength!" said Suds.
"Quake, maybe you should suggest something to Suds that won't get him severely injured or even killed," Disco thought.
"Okay...here are some ideas," said Quake. With that, she got some ideas in mind.

He tried putting up a sign for Soprano to see about calling him, but the sign came loose and then fell backward for no one to be able to read it. He tried bumping into her by 'coincidence', but he instead bumped into a vicious looking dog that gave chase to him. He tried painting her a picture, but it didn't exactly come out right because his artistic skills hadn't quite taken off. He tried all sorts of things, but none of them seemed to have worked, putting him back at square one.
"Well, that's it. That's everything Quake suggested, and none of them worked," said Suds.
"Well, Suds, I hate to admit it, but maybe I know when to accept defeat on these things," said Quake.
"You tried, Quake. You really did," said Disco.
"I'm just gonna try the simplest idea I should have just done from the start. I'm gonna secretly give her a gift," said Suds.
"That was gonna be the trump card I had for you there. But I guess you could go for that. If that doesn't work, I can't say you didn't try," said Quake.

With that, Sudsley wrote a love letter and baked some chocolates for Soprano.
"Soprano loves chocolate," said Suds.
"Who doesn't?" Disco added.
"And she'll love them in a love letter directed to her," said Suds. He put them in the letter's envelope. But there was a little thing he forgot to do.
"Uh...Suds?" Disco started.
"Not now, Disco. This is my big chance," said Suds.
He forgot to close the envelope, which would leave the chocolate to melt.

At the hospital where Soprano worked, Suds left the letter right on the bench that Soprano always had her break at.
"Just gotta wait for her," said Suds.
"Here she comes now!" said Disco.
They hid and awaited for her to write the letter.
"A letter for me?" Soprano asked upon noticing it. "And it's filled with chocolate!"
She was gleeful about it. She ate the chocolate and looked at the love letter.
"That's strange. I never knew that the hippo was running for governor. Or that Capcom has a thing for public farming," said Soprano. She chuckled at how it came out.
"What?" Suds gasped.
He rushed out of the bush.
"Sudsley?" Soprano asked.
He looked at the poem and saw the chocolate smeared all over the letter.
"The chocolate got all over the letter!" said Suds.
"Wait...it was your letter?" Soprano asked.
"Oh, I have never been so embarrassed," said Suds.
"Uh-oh..." said Disco.

Sudsley was really down in the dumps over this.
"If there's one thing she can't heal, it's my heart," he sighed.
"Sudsley..." Soprano started.
"You want more chocolate? I'm all out," Suds told her.
"No. The chocolate was sweet, but not as sweet as what you were doing there," said Soprano.
Suds smiled a little bit.
"You think so?" he asked.
"Sure. I mean, you didn't have to do that. You were just doing something nice. And I thought it was funny even if it wasn't what you intended. I enjoyed it," Soprano explained.
"Gee, I never thought of it like that."
"If there's anything I can do, you know how to reach me."
"I sure do."
The two of them hugged while Disco and Quakecubus looked on at it.
"Looks like it's off to a good start," said Disco.
"Another job well done," said Quakecubus. She then saw some cute doctors and decided to flirt with them.
"Oh, doc! I think my butt is a little red. Would you care to check?" she asked.
Disco knew she was going to be doing some medical love of her own. And Sudsley's heart was healed by the nurse he admired.

THE END