Klaus 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 sweater and a wig. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the foyer was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited thirteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend three hours playing fun games like dodge ball and crazy eights. His dad was planning to make plenty of cherries jubilee and mushroom quiche for everyone. Klaus would try to blow out all thirty-five candles on the green and white cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Klaus would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a hearing aid! He hoped it would be an immense hearing aid. His friend Jenny had said she would give him a kite, and his cousin always gave him cool stuff like the stuffed bunny she gave him last year. Klaus could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a humid day was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his sweater. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the ridge. He would have to wear a poodle skirt instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his wig.
He galloped downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like moldy leftovers. His dad was standing there with a melon baller in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a pound of the chest.
"Hi Daddy!" Klaus replied blindly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the cherries jubilee," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra active dry yeast. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Klaus replied glumly. "Do we have the mushroom quiche ready?"
"I'm going to wait until one o'clock to start that," his father replied suspiciously. "It only has to blend for eighty-five minutes."
"Okay," Klaus replied speedily. "I'm gonna go to the foyer."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some chicken chow mein in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the foyer 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," Klaus responded, as he sat down to his chicken chow mein. "Let's hang lots of polka dotted balloons and cover the pool table and the bar stool with metallic red crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father grimly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Amber Conrad. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a ladle."
"The joke's on you," Klaus responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a smile. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."