Fake Dates and Ferry Tales

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Together they're a potent chemical equation but can Dave + Tippy fake date their way to a ferry tale ending?</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Dave</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Tippy Meadowcroft + Dave Sherman? No way. We can never be on the same team. Pickleball or otherwise. We're worse than oil and </span><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(56 118 29 1)>water</span><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>. We don't mix at all. But somehow I find myself in a mess of epic proportions. Instead of tending to the true love of my life-my oyster farm-I'm wasting time pretending to date my archnemesis. This will never work. No chance. Absolutely not.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Tippy</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>If Dave Sherman hadn't started making those ridiculous kissy faces and come-hither moves we wouldn't be in this predicament. But here we are. If I want to make my dream a reality I'll have to swoon over my lifelong enemy-maybe even swap a fake kiss or two. And act like the whole thing is for real. All under the watchful eye of Greensea's observant residents. Can I pull off this charade? Absolutely.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Welcome back to Greensea Island-where romance is what ferry tales are made of!</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>