Beelzebub woke up with a chuckle. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in an Armani suit and a G-string. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the garage was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited five of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend eight hours playing fun games like rummy and Simon Says. His mom was planning to make plenty of tacos and chopped liver for everyone. Beelzebub would try to blow out all nine candles on the peach and jet black cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Beelzebub would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a Hostess Ding Dong! He hoped it would be a puzzling Hostess Ding Dong. His friend José had said he would give him a pom-pom, and his mother always gave him cool stuff like the pain pill she gave him last year. Beelzebub could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a hot day was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his Armani suit. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the cliff. He would have to wear a coat of mail instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his G-string.
He crept downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like lavender. His mom was standing there with a grater in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a crow.
"Hi Mommy!" Beelzebub replied menacingly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the tacos," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra oatmeal. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Beelzebub replied blankly. "Do we have the chopped liver ready?"
"I'm going to wait until one o'clock to start that," his mother replied woodenly. "It only has to fry suddenly in modern skillet for fifty-seven minutes."
"Okay," Beelzebub replied charmingly. "I'm gonna go to the garage."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some pizza in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the garage 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," Beelzebub responded, as he sat down to his pizza. "Let's hang lots of metallic red balloons and cover the mattress and the file cabinet with lime-green crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother openly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Terri Willis. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a meat thermometer."
"Boom," Beelzebub responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a kiss. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."