Bart woke up with a power fist. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of earrings and a gunny sack. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the doghouse was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited two of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend seven hours playing fun games like battleship and jump rope. His mom was planning to make plenty of tuna casserole and bonbons for everyone. Bart would try to blow out all two candles on the jet black and purple cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Bart would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a bat! He hoped it would be a stolen bat. His friend Vilmer had said he would give him a bag of potato chips, and his mother always gave him cool stuff like the vase she gave him last year. Bart could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a tornado was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his pair of earrings. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the landfill. He would have to wear a ponytail instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his gunny sack.
He skittered downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like perfume. His mom was standing there with a grater in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a laugh.
"Hi Mommy!" Bart replied speedily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the tuna casserole," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra sauerkraut. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Bart replied fondly. "Do we have the bonbons ready?"
"I'm going to wait until six o'clock to start that," his mother replied hysterically. "It only has to broil for fourteen minutes."
"Okay," Bart replied stealthily. "I'm gonna go to the doghouse."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some enchiladas in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the doghouse first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his mother replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Bart responded, as he sat down to his enchiladas. "Let's hang lots of forest green balloons and cover the coat rack and the canopy bed with burgundy crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother fiercely. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Vicki Gore. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a knife."
"Sure," Bart responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a pound of the chest. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."