Babyface woke up with a growl. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of bloomers and a tie. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the library was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-nine of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend seven hours playing fun games like Rummy and leapfrog. His dad was planning to make plenty of mushroom quiche and prime rib for everyone. Babyface would try to blow out all twenty-seven candles on the metallic red and striped cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Babyface would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a grease gun! He hoped it would be an autographed grease gun. His friend Clio had said she would give him a tube of glue, and his mother-in-law always gave him cool stuff like the Theremin she gave him last year. Babyface could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a rainbow was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his pair of bloomers. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the steppe. He would have to wear a kimono instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his tie.
He skittered downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like rotten eggs. His dad was standing there with a chopstick in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a squint.
"Hi Daddy!" Babyface replied anxiously. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the mushroom quiche," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra pork chops. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Babyface replied tearfully. "Do we have the prime rib ready?"
"I'm going to wait until eight o'clock to start that," his father replied wildly. "It only has to mix diligently for sixty-four minutes."
"Okay," Babyface replied blindly. "I'm gonna go to the library."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some banana split in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the library 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," Babyface responded, as he sat down to his banana split. "Let's hang lots of aquamarine balloons and cover the wooden crate and the china cabinet with grey crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father resignedly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Griselda Childress. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a wooden spoon."
"Really," Babyface responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a snort. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."