When Robin got to Mikey's, Mouth was already there with Mikey and his older brother, Brand. Mikey noticed her first. "Whoa," he said, looking at her outfit. Brand blinked a couple of times in awe.

"I'm gonna get some sodas," Brand said, leaving the room.

Finally, Mouth looked up from the magazine he was reading. "Where the hell do you think you are, Becky? A Club MTV party or something? On Halloween no less?" He shook his head at her, and Robin blushed and looked down, but instead of looking at her shoes, her eyes hit her chest.

She should have known. The high school girls had breasts. Robin had somehow forgotten that even though she was in eighth grade, she was as flat as a board and too skinny to have any other assets.

"My soul name's Robin," she said.

"You know what it says in last year's yearbook," Mouth answered. "It says, 'Rebecca "Becky" Sherwood.' That's your name, Becky."

Robin shrugged. "Becky" sounded so lame, but it was OK when Mouth said it.

Mikey looked at Robin. "I think, I mean, I like, I think, that, you know, the name, I mean, your soul name, or whatever."

Robin smiled. Mikey always rambled like that when he spoke, at least when he spoke to her, lately. It was sort of weird, but kind of cute. "Anyway," Robin said. "Who are you guys asking to the junior high prom?"

Mikey turned bright red, while Mouth shrugged. "I don't know yet," Mouth said. Robin tried to make a face like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's.

"You know," she said. "No one's asked me yet."

Brand came back with the sodas. "Becky," Brand said, rolling his eyes and sighing. "If you're gonna throw up, go to the bathroom."

Robin stopped making that face. "It's Robin," she said.

"That's nice," Brand replied.

Just then, the gate bell rang, announcing the arrival of Chunk. "Jerk alert," Mouth said, and Robin laughed uproariously.

All three boys stared at Robin in confusion, and went out to the porch to get Chunk. "Guys," he shouted. "I just saw the most amazing thing..."

Mouth interrupted him. "First, ya gotta do the Truffle Shuffle." Robin giggled, much quieter than before. She didn't want to embarrass herself again.

Chunk lifted up his shirt and jiggled around. Mouth chuckled, but Robin quickly realized it grew dull very quickly. Mikey obviously agreed. "Cut it out, Mouth," he said tiredly. Mouth opened the gate with the Rube Goldberg contraption, and let Chunk in.

He ran in with an excited look on his face. "Wait," he said, looking at Robin. "You don't think Julia saw that from next door, right?"

Chunk had a minor crush on Julia, but since they were in eighth grade, and Julia was a college sophomore at Harvard, it was never going to happen.

Robin shook her head. "She's too busy studying."

"Anyway," Chunk said. "You guys! I saw a car chase, the police were going right after this four wheel deal, it was the most amazing thing I ever saw!"

The guys rolled their eyes. "Was it more amazing than when Michael Jackson used your bathroom," Mikey asked.

"More amazing than when you saved all those old people from the nursing home fire," Brand asked.

"More amazing than when you ate your own weight in Godfather's pizza," Mouth asked.

"Maybe this one really happened, guys," Robin said. "I heard police cars."

"Whatever," Mouth said dismissively.

"And, okay," Chunk said. "Maybe Michael Jackson never came to my house. But his sister did!"

Just then, they all heard James Bond music as their friend, Data crashed through the screen door into them. They all fell down, with Data lying on top of Robin. "Hey," he said. "This is different."

Chunk caught a statue that fell off the endtable. "Chunk," Mikey shouted as they all stood up.

"Look," Chunk said. "I didn't drop it." He placed it back on the endtable, and it almost immediately slipped off.

"Hey," Chunk said, picking it up. "It's not broken."

"The penis is gone," Robin stated matter-of-factly. All five boys turned to look at her. "What," she said. "It is."

"Oh my God," Mikey said. "That's my mom's favorite piece."

"You wouldn't be here if it weren't," Mouth snarked.

"Shut up, Mouth," Mikey and Brand snapped.

Data changed the subject by talking about where he was moving, Detroit. "You shut up about that stuff," Mikey said. "It's not going to happen. My dad'll fix it. I know it."

Robin hugged him. "I believe you, Mikey," she said. He blushed as she let go.

"The only way that's going to happen is if Dad gets his next four hundred paychecks tomorrow," Brand snapped.

"You're wrong, Brand," said Robin. "It isn't going to happen."

Mouth sighed. "You are so naïve, Becky."

Mrs. Walsh walked in with a Mexican lady Robin had seen at the A&P a couple of times. All of the Goonies greeted her. "You guys," Mrs. Walsh said. "This is Rosalita. Rosalita's going to help with the packing until my arm is better."

"Hola," Robin said shyly. Rosalita smiled at her, obviously recognizing her.

"You guys," Mrs. Walsh said. "Rosalita doesn't speak any English, and I know you're taking Spanish at school..."

"Why, Mrs. Walsh, I speak perfect Spanish," Mouth stated. "I'd be glad to help Rosalita."

"Thank you, Clark," Mrs. Walsh said happily.

Robin smiled and turned to Mouth. "That was really sweet of you, Mouth." Robin was glad that Mouth was being so sweet. Not to mention how cute he was when he was speaking Spanish.

As Mouth left the room, the guys tried to figure how to fix the statue as Robin flipped through the newest Seventeen magazine, gazing at all the models with their luxurious swimsuit bodies. She wished she looked like that. Her best features were probably her peaches and cream skin, and her bright blue eyes. Her hair was only nice when it looked wavy, her nose was too large, her teeth were crooked, and her bod, well, wasn't worth mentioning.

She flipped to the new articles on how to catch a guy. She came across a quiz: "Is He The Guy For You?" She effortlessly took the quiz, and then read the result. "Girl, please. This guy is not meant for you! He doesn't seem to care one bit about you. You should move on and focus your sights on another guy."

Robin sighed. She knew those quizzes were stupid anyway. At least, that was what Julia always said. But Julia always said Seventeen sucked, so she wasn't the best example. Robin knew the magazine was a bit over the top, but where else was she supposed to get advice? Her mother was such an ABC after school special. Her dating advice was always along the lines of "Be yourself," "Follow your heart," and "Be honest." Not to mention the fact that when Robin said she liked Mouth, her mother totally shut her down.

Her exact words were, "Honey, do you mean Clark? He's a nice boy and all, but I think he's a little too cynical, and maybe a bit insensitive. And he's a little old for you, because seven months is a long time at your age. You know, Michael Walsh is kind of cute, and very sweet. Maybe you should give him a shot."

Robin rolled her eyes. Like she'd ever date Mikey. The idea alone scared Robin. It would be like going on a date with her cousin. Same thing with Data. She couldn't explain what made her more attracted to Mouth. It had to be that he was just... different than the others. He had presence.

Soon, Mouth, Rosalita, and Mrs. Walsh reappeared. "You guys, I'm taking Rosalita to the supermarket. Now listen,  I don't want you guys going outside, or else you'll be in deep, deep..."

"Shit, ma," Brand replied.

Robin let out a low whistle.  "I don't like the language, but yes." On that note, Mrs. Walsh and Rosalita left.

The Goonies walked up to the attic, where Mr. Walsh's museum memorabilia was stored. "What's your dad gonna do with all this stuff," Mouth asked.

"Nothing," Robin said. "None of us are leaving."

"Shut up, Becky," Mouth said. "Stop trying to deluge yourself. We're leaving and that's that."

"Delude," Robin said sadly. "That's what I said. Can't you hear," Mouth snapped. She felt sorry for Mouth. She knew he was only acting like this because he didn't want to leave.

"In case anything happens," Mikey said. "It goes to the new assistant museam curieator."

"Curator," Robin corrected.

"You, um, you're, like, you know, good with, well, words, and stuff," Mikey replied. Robin shrugged, confused. If Brand had said the same thing, Mikey would've claimed he said that. Why did he act different when it came to her lately?

They rushed to the attic, as Data and Mouth were in search for gold and rich stuff. Little did any of the Goonies know, they were on their way to an amazing adventure.