Gunther woke up with an evil eye. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a bodysuit and a big red rose. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the master bedroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited nineteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend eight hours playing fun games like red light green light and Mother May I. His mom was planning to make plenty of waffles and biscuits and gravy for everyone. Gunther would try to blow out all ten candles on the carrot-orange and grey cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Gunther would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a telephone book! He hoped it would be a rancid telephone book. His friend Shamus had said he would give him a potato, and his cousin always gave him cool stuff like the needle and thread she gave him last year. Gunther could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a thunderstorm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his bodysuit. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the badlands area. He would have to wear a bracelet instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his big red rose.
He skidded downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like a papermill. His mom was standing there with a piece of cheesecloth in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a belly laugh.
"Hi Mommy!" Gunther replied patiently. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the waffles," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra fava beans. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Gunther replied cunningly. "Do we have the biscuits and gravy ready?"
"I'm going to wait until nine o'clock to start that," his mother replied angrily. "It only has to press for thirty-two minutes."
"Okay," Gunther replied confidently. "I'm gonna go to the master bedroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some crab rangoon in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the master bedroom 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," Gunther responded, as he sat down to his crab rangoon. "Let's hang lots of jade balloons and cover the ottoman and the chest of drawers with beige crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother breathlessly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Joanne Nye. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a sharp knife."
"Grody to the max," Gunther responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a simper. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."