Borat woke up with a squint. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a leotard and a bodysuit. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the bedroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited sixteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend eight hours playing fun games like baseball and badminton. His dad was planning to make plenty of cabbage rolls and chicken pot pie for everyone. Borat would try to blow out all two candles on the aquamarine and emerald green cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Borat would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a pearl! He hoped it would be a ridiculous pearl. His friend Clio had said she would give him an orchid, and his grandpa always gave him cool stuff like the hair dryer she gave him last year. Borat could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a flood was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his leotard. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the mountaintop. He would have to wear a cocktail dress instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his bodysuit.
He waddled downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like lilies. His dad was standing there with a fork in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a pucker.
"Hi Daddy!" Borat replied threateningly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the cabbage rolls," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra roast beef. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Borat replied humbly. "Do we have the chicken pot pie ready?"
"I'm going to wait until five o'clock to start that," his father replied gleefully. "It only has to fry intensely in hand-made skillet for eighty-one minutes."
"Okay," Borat replied woodenly. "I'm gonna go to the bedroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some fondue in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the bedroom first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Borat responded, as he sat down to his fondue. "Let's hang lots of silver balloons and cover the china cabinet and the bunk bed with teal crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father narrowly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Magnolia Palin. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a cheesecloth."
"Barf," Borat responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a sneer. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."