Borat woke up with a sniffle. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of sandals and a sarong. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the conservatory was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-two of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend three hours playing fun games like Cootie and hopscotch. His dad was planning to make plenty of apple pie and mushroom quiche for everyone. Borat would try to blow out all ten candles on the white and beige cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Borat would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a basketball! He hoped it would be an expensive basketball. His friend Tabitha had said she would give him a clothespin, and his cousin always gave him cool stuff like the stamp she gave him last year. Borat 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 sandals. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the desert. He would have to wear a wristwatch instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his sarong.
He lumbered downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like freshly baked cookies. His dad was standing there with a dish cloth in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a flush.
"Hi Daddy!" Borat replied roughly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the apple pie," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra lime Jell-O. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Borat replied ignobly. "Do we have the mushroom quiche ready?"
"I'm going to wait until eight o'clock to start that," his father replied energetically. "It only has to fry slowly in hard skillet for sixty-one minutes."
"Okay," Borat replied nervously. "I'm gonna go to the conservatory."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some mashed potatoes in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the conservatory 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 mashed potatoes. "Let's hang lots of red balloons and cover the desk and the TV with chartreuse crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father uselessly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Anastasia Frizzlewump. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a basting brush."
"Incredible," Borat responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a flush. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."