The next morning, Blik and Gordon were having breakfast in the kitchen, when Waffle walked in, still with a dreamy look on his face.

Mr. Blik: It’s about time you show up! Do you know what time it is? Eleven!

  Waffle didn’t answer. He just sat down at the table, still having a dreamy look on his face, and started swirling his scrambled eggs with his fork.

Gordon: Waffle? Are you OK, lad? Normally you get in here, swallow your breakfast and go back to playin’ with your newts!

  Waffle just sighed, let go of his fork and used both his hands to hold his head, still with a dreamy look on his face.

Mr. Blik: Oh no! It’s finally happened! He lost that tiny piece of chewed gum he called a brain!

Gordon: Don’t be ridiculous! Maybe he’s just sick. Waffle, do you feel anything strange?

Waffle: (finally losing the dreamy face) Well… I feel like there’s a bunch of butterflies flapping around in my stomach, my heart is beating a lot more than usual… And I lost my appetite. But, despite that, I feel happier than ever!

Gordon: I see… Waffle, what are you thinking about right now?

Mr. Blik: I bet it’s corn, again…

Waffle: No… Actually it’s… Trixie.

Gordon: Ohhh, I see… Well, lad… You’re suffering from what I like to call… Chronic Lubbydubbytossis.

Mr. Blik: … Say what?!

Gordon: He’s in love!

  With that, Blik started laughing like a maniac.

Mr. Blik: Him? In love? (laughs) With Trixie? (laughs) That’s rich! (laughs)

Waffle: (angry) Hey! Why is that so funny?

Mr. Blik: Oh, please… Why would a girl like Trixie be interested in a guy like you? You’re an idiot!

Gordon: Blik!

Waffle: (sad) No… He’s right… Excuse me…

  Waffle got up from his seat and sadly walked out of the kitchen.

Gordon: Are you proud of yourself?

Mr. Blik: What? What I do?

Gordon: And you still ask?! You just flushed your own brother’s dreams down the toilet!

Mr. Blik: Hey, I only told the truth! Not my fault he took it so personally!

Gordon: If there only was a way to find out if Trixie likes Waffle…

Katilda: Hi, guys!

  Katilda was at the window wearing a straw hat, an apron, rubber gloves and holding a gardening shovel.

Mr. Blik: (annoyed) Oh, hey…

Gordon: Hello, Katilda! What brings you here?

Katilda: I was doing some gardening and I ran out of fertilizer. Can I borrow some from you?

Gordon: Sure! I’ll go get it!

  Gordon leaves the kitchen, leaving Blik and Katilda alone. They stood in silence for a short moment.

Katilda: So… How’s it going?

Mr. Blik: (still annoyed) OK, I guess…

  Gordon returned, carrying a huge bag of fertilizer. He handed it over to Katilda, who almost dropped it because it was too heavy.

Gordon: There you go, lass! That should last for a long time.

Katilda: Gee… Thanks… (drops it and sighs in relief) Hey, where’s Waffle?

  She didn’t need an answer, because Waffle had just let out a very loud desperate cry from his room.

Katilda: OK, what did you do this time, Blik?

Mr. Blik: What?! Why did you assume I did it?!

Katilda: Because you’re the only insensitive jerk around here!

Gordon: Waffle’s got a crush on our new neighbour and he thinks she doesn’t like him.

Katilda: I see… I know! I’ll find out if she likes him or not!

Mr. Blik: And just how are you going to do that?

Katilda: (shows a walkie-talkie) With this, Mr. Snobbypants!

Gordon: A walkie-talkie?!

Mr. Blik: Why do you carry that around with you?

Katilda: You never know when it might come in handy! OK, Waffle’s crush lives next door, right?

Gordon: Right.

Katilda: Then here’s what I’ll do: I’m going to invite her to a slumber party at my place, and hide one walkie-talkie under my bed. Then we’ll play truth or dare and, if she chooses “truth”, I’ll ask her if she likes Waffle. You guys are going to have the second walkie-talkie and put it on Waffle’s desk so he can hear the answer!

Gordon: That’s brilliant, lass!

Mr. Blik: Why didn’t I think of that?

Katilda: (gives Gordon the walkie-talkie) Here you go! Don’t forget to turn it on!

Gordon: I won’t!

  And with that, Katilda ran off to put her plan in action.