It was a beautiful Friday morning in the small, quiet suburban neighborhood of south Nj. Evelyn Tristar has everything: a new home to live in right across from the ATHF, her young age of 25, her everlasting beauty, her amazing job as an anesthesiologist, and as Carl would say, her totally rockin' body.

Sure, she had shoulder length brunette hair, blue eyes, fair skin, slim body, curvy hips, and big in all the right places, but she was single as well. She's almost perfect...

"You're not perfect at all." Shake tells Meatwad, while watching TV.

"What you mean, boy? I was able to swallow 10 caramel sundaes in one minute. I need that 5 dollars."

"Well you're not gonna get it. Even I was able to do that."

Meatwad sighs. "You don't think no one is perfect but yourself."

"That isn't true. Yes, I am perfect. But Frylock," Shake looks up and smiles. "He's perfecter!"

"You gettin' lovesick again."

"No I'm not. He's over at Carl's. He'll be back soon...to attend to my loving needs!"

Frylock was plucking a rat out of Carl's couch. "Okay, got it. Sorry bout that, Carl. I'll try not to let it loose again."

But Carl wasn't paying attention that much. He kept staring at the hot brunette laying by his pool. Man, that bikini top of hers is two sizes too small, thought Carl, who studied her up and down.

Frylock floated up to Carl, holding the rat. "What's wrong, Carl? Are, are you okay?-"

"Oh my God..." He opens the sliding glass door. He exits saying "Fryman, you can go home."

"What's wrong with you man?" He follows Carl outside.

She's wearing sunglasses, unaware of the two outside. Carl finally speaks up in a husky voice.

"So, you like to tan, huh?"

She's spooked. She takes off her sunglasses, revealing her sparkly blue eyes, looking up at Carl. "Oh, sorry. Was this your pool? I thought it was a public one, I'll just go-"

"Oh, no no no! It's fine! I just, never see many women," His eyes shift from her boobs back to her eyes. "Tan, a-a-a-at my pool."

"Oh," She gets up and starts to walk away. "I'll take a dip later then if that's o-"

She stops dead in her tracks, noticing the floating fryman. Wow, she thinks.

"Um, h-hi there." She says wide eyed.

"Hey, welcome to the nieghborhood." He says with a friendly smile.

"My name's Evelyn, Eve for short. Yours?"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Frylock-"

"A-a-a-a-and my name's Carl!" He grabs her hand and shakes it fast. "Carl Brutananananan-"He's so nervous and horny that he can't keep his cool, his hand sweating. She lets go.

"Ok, that's enough...Carl." She has a weird look on her face. "Um, I gotta go to work. I'll take a dip in the pool later if you guys wanna join me. Later." She says this as she walks away.

Carl watches her apple bottom bounce up and down. "Man, I'd give anything to slice that juicy apple." He quietly says to himself.

"She seems nice. I think Shake and Meatwad are gonna like her." Frylock says this as he floats way.

Carl then remembers that Eve was taking an interest to Frylock. Damn freak, he thought. No worries, I'll be her Adam soon enough.