The three seats of the white couch were pulled out and made to form a small tunnel on the floor; two stood across from each other and one was on top of the others. It was near the dinning room doorway. The seats of the red chairs were also on the blue carpet and leaned into one another to make an archway. This was in the center of the living room.

Max was wearing a long, red T-shirt with gray sweatpants and dirty, white socks. A white Thomas the Tank Engine towel, featuring Henry, Thomas, and Gordon, was tied around his neck, hanging down his back like a cape. 'Thomas & Friends' was posted just above the three engines, in big, red letters.

Like a soldier, Max high-crawled through the striped, white cushion tower. Still on his belly, he went through the red seats. Next, he arose and went into the hall of his apartment. One of the wooden dining chairs was tipped over, wall to wall, blocking the corridor. The boy crawled under the seat and reached his room, before gently opening his bedroom door and sticking his head through.

Sitting in a wooden chair between the TV and the tall dresser was Kimmy. She wore a black shirt with long, white sleeves, a black pair of pants, and was barefoot.

From his right pocket, Max pulled out a purple pair of foldable Darkwing Duck binoculars. Looking through them, he glanced at Kimmy, then put them back. Then he kicked the door open and walked in. "This looks like a job for..." Max grabbed the bottom left of his 'cape' and wrapped it around his body, covering up to his mouth. "Super Max!"

"Help, Super Max!" Kimmy called out.

Hundreds of Legos from multiple sets were scattered along the floor, beside the bed. After a running start, Max jumped over the Legos and landed on his knees in the bed.

"You'll never get away with this, evil-doers!" Max announced. The boy punched, kicked, and tumbled all over the bed, as if fighting an onslaught of invisible villains. Max then got out of bed and went to where Kimmy was sitting. Kneeling slightly, he pretended to untie her.

"My hero," Kimmy grinned, giving Max a hug.

Max gave her a kiss on the lips. "Wanna see a drive-in movie?"

"Sure."

After putting all of the Legos into their blue container and placing the seats back on the couch and armchairs, the kids put the Power Wheels jeep into the living room. Max went to the kitchen and Kimmy went to pick out a movie. Kimmy pulled the Aladdin VHS out of the box beside the TV and put it into the VCR. Max came through the doorway, holding a full Wile 'E Coyote mug and a package of Fruit By the Foot.

"Snacks, check," Max said.

"Movie, check," stated Kimmy, pressing the horizontal cylinder that was the 'Play' button. Previews for Pinocchio started.

Max sat in the driver seat of his jeep and Kimmy sat in the passenger side, placing Mickey in between them. The mug, which he sat on his lap, had two white bendy straws, as the kids often shared their food and drinks. She tore open the Fruit By the Foot package and put it in the white garbage can that was in the dining area. The Lion King previews soon aired. The kids played with their pieces of red candy, swinging them around, tying them up, and sticking their 'tongues' out at each other.

Max and Kimmy watched the movie, pretending they were at a drive-in theater. They knew most of the songs by heart, and sang them together. Frequently, Max rewinded the 'A Whole New World' scene so they could sing it along with Aladdin and Jasmine.

"I have to go home now," said Kimmy, after the movie ended.

"Okay," said Max. "Goodnight, Kimmy."

"Bye." She kissed his cheek and carried Mickey Mouse out of the living room.

When Kimmy got to her apartment, she knocked on her door. There was no answer, so she knocked a bit harder. This time, Karen opened the door and let her in.

"Sorry, I was on the phone," she explained.

"Oh," replied Kimmy.

The girl skipped to the bathroom and took a bath. She got out after about ten minutes. Wrapped in a white towel with Princess Jasmine in various poses on it, she entered her bedroom. Opening her bottom drawer, she pulled out her yellow Disney Princess shirt and plain pajama bottoms, and tossed them on the green-sheeted bed. While humming A Whole New World, she got dressed. When she and Mickey got into the bed, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in," Kimmy said, pulling the covers over herself.

Karen walked in and stood at the foot of the bed. "Guess what," she said beaming with a surprise.

"What?" Kimmy asked, curiously.

"I've got a new job!"

Kimmy squealed happily, stood on top of the bed, and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck. "That's great, mommy."

"I'm going to be a fashion designer. I'll be working at Beautify Inc."

"Where's that at?"

"It's in Connecticut."

"That's really far away. How are you gonna work there when you live here?"

"That's why we're moving to Connecticut. We're leaving in two weeks."

Kimmy took her arms from around Karen and looked at her in shock.

"M-moving?" Karen nodded, still smiling. "Why can't you find a job so we can stay here?"

"I tried, but there aren't any openings in New Jersey. I really want this job."

"But what about Max?"

"You can visit him on long holidays, like Thanksgiving and Christmas. You won't be apart forever."

"But... it won't be the same," Kimmy said glumly. She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands at her sides and stared at the floor. With a sniffle, she slowly began to lower her head. Tears fell from each of her brown eyes and slid down her cheeks as her face soured.

Karen sat down beside her daughter and put an arm around her. "Look on the bright side, Kim. We'll have a new apartment, I'll have the career I always wanted, you'll meet lots of new friends in a new city..."

"I don't want any new friends, I just want to be with Max!" cried Kimmy, looking at her mother. Her watery eyes squinted and her lips quivered open, exposing her clenched teeth. She then rested her right ear against Karen's left shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Kimmy," Karen said, rubbing her daughter's back. "That's the way life is. Sometimes you have to give up some things to make room for new things. At least you'll still get to play with Max on certain days and you can talk on the phone whenever you want to."

Kimmy didn't have a response; silently, she sniveled and teared. Karen kissed her the top of her head and walked out of the room, gently shutting the door. Sniffling softly with tears cascading down her face, Kimmy crawled to her pillows and laid her head on one. Holding onto her Mickey Mouse doll, she laid it down so it was facing her.

"How could we tell Max, Mickey?" Kimmy wept to her favorite toy. "It's gonna break his heart." Obviously, the inanimate doll just smiled and offered no reply. Laying it on its back, beside her, the 8-year-old cried herself to sleep.