The French new wave bored Reginald, and that made Rene despise him all the more.

Soupy's only wish was that he liked soup more. 

Ronald was quite happy with himself. The twins were fighting for a week now and neither of them suspected that he was the one who lost their bow ties before the big dance.

Fred hated his new job. Daleks were never going to understand jazz fusion.

Jorge continued to look up and admire what he always thought of as the stars, but Gorge could not shake what the old woman had whispered to him that night when everything changed.

Hinkley knew that Hoonkley would always be there, a living mirror  of his every disappointment, a dark portal into his terrible table manners and history of ingrown hair.

Jiminy tried his best not to worry. He was sure that Jimoney had learned his lesson after the incident with the previous can of beans.

Once again, they failed. They were just a hair's breadth away from choosing an ice cream flavor they could all agree on. But instead, as they all agreed, they go home with the hated malt balls as a punishment.

Edgar desperately wanted to shave, so, complain though he may, Aloysius' pastry experiments would have to wait.

Dale was OK with giving up at this point, but Oscar knew that one of these hedgehogs knew more than he was letting on.

Sid was about to object but he saw the look of determination in Murray's eyes. Lou, of course, already knew where the lucky feather was moved, and it was certainly not in this tree.

Frankie knew he had to be patient, but he could hardly wait to see his name in lights right next to the daily chicken special.

Jon Jon thought that his synthesizer masterpiece was finally ready, and Jim Jim knew he was in for weeks of dogs howling well into the night.

Bevin and Evin quickly grew dissatisfied with their meteorology classes once they realized that they were not going to learn anything at all about meteorites.

Horace was stunned by the multitude of colors at the insectatorium, but Dink knew they would once again leave with a mealworm salad.

Steve had a surprise part planned for Ollie and this time there would be no excuses. He would finally find out what he really felt about the butterscotch pudding.

Nathaniel worked many long hours on his chair of spoons which now measured eleven feet high. He was very proud of his work, and the fact that he was depriving so many people of a means to eat soup made it all the more satisfying.

Simon was willing to defend his decisions until death, but Tarquin could not shake his secret revulsion at the sight of the bowl of wrinkles he called raisins.

There was general disagreement about what they should all be agreeing on.

Froonk couldn't stop thinking about the explosion and what it meant for the future of his snack cakes.

Ezekiel could see the new train changing his life and revolutionizing the business, but Jojo knew they'd never fit it in the apartment.

Slip felt that this conference was the last chance to finally get lazy ear accepted as a serious medical condition. He owed at least that much to the dowager Crinklebottom.