Terence woke up with a snicker. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a thong and a thong. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the closet was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited one of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend three hours playing fun games like musical chairs and Cootie. His mom was planning to make plenty of roast Cornish game hen and waffles for everyone. Terence would try to blow out all seventeen candles on the purple and turquoise cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Terence would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a nose ring! He hoped it would be a cardboard nose ring. His friend Horst had said he would give him a map, and his friend always gave him cool stuff like the saddle she gave him last year. Terence 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 thong. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the canyon. He would have to wear a pair of handcuffs instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his thong.
He sprinted downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like bleach. His mom was standing there with a paring knife in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a furrowed brow.
"Hi Mommy!" Terence replied fondly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the roast Cornish game hen," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra seedless grapes. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Terence replied sternly. "Do we have the waffles ready?"
"I'm going to wait until two o'clock to start that," his mother replied grandly. "It only has to deep fry for forty-five minutes."
"Okay," Terence replied demurely. "I'm gonna go to the closet."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some Froot Loops in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the closet 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," Terence responded, as he sat down to his Froot Loops. "Let's hang lots of lime-green balloons and cover the bar stool and the piano with sparkly crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother frantically. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Keiko Mondegreen. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a candy thermometer."
"Holy moley," Terence responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a backward glance. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."