“A Valentines Day Dance?” Danny asked, in shock. “Here? At our school? What are they trying to do, poison our minds?”
Danny, Tucker, and I were heading to the cafeteria for lunch, when we happened to notice a huge poster, written in big, bold letters that said:
Valentines Day Dance
at Ghoul Elementary!
Come and Enjoy the Music,
the Snacks, and the Fun!
You Don’t Want to Miss the Excitement!
I sighed deeply. After the whole ‘Bart Incident’, Danny had become more angry about Valentines Day than depressed. “Come on, Danny!” I cried. “This dance looks like it could be fun. And besides,” I added, “you used to love to go to these things!”
“Exactly.” Danny said, nodding at the poster, and then turning back to Tucker and I. “I used to like going to these so called ‘fun’ dances. But I don’t like them anymore!” He stomped off toward the lunch room.
Tucker and I gave each other a quick glance, and then we started to follow Danny.
“Uh, dude?” Tucker said to Danny. “No offense or anything but I think you’re overreacting about this.”
Danny was about to pull the door handle to the cafeteria, when Tucker said this. He paused, and then turned around to face us. “Tucker, we’re five years old! We shouldn’t be going to some stupid dance just because it’s almost Valentines Day! We should at least enjoy our lives before love hits us!” Danny cringed as he said it.
We were all silent for a moment as we walked into the lunch room and sat down at our usual table.
“If you hate the dances so much,” I asked, “why don’t you just not go?”
“Fat chance.” Danny said, pulling out a PB&J sandwich out of his lunch bag. “Remember that checkered button up shirt and those dress up jeans my Mom brought to Tommy’s house a few days ago?”
I suddenly burst out laughing. “Those were for you?” I glanced at my right. I could see that Tucker was half smiling.
“Yeah.” Danny answered glumly.
I stopped laughing. “Sorry.” I said quickly. “I shouldn’t have laughed. So what did you say to your Mom?”
“I told her I liked the suit, just to make her happy.” Danny answered. “I have no choice but to go!”
Tucker smiled. “Don’t worry, Danny. I’m with you.” he said happily. “My Mom’s working at the snack table with Chuckie’s dad.”
“So I assume Chuck’s gonna be there.” Danny said, perking up a bit.
Tucker nodded. “That’s right.”
“You know, that’s not a bad idea!” I exclaimed.
“What is?” Danny and Tucker asked together.
“I invite Phil and Lil to the dance, and Danny invites Tommy, and we can all go together!” I answered happily.
“That’s great!” Danny cried. “Let’s do it!”
Tucker opened up a carton of chocolate milk and started drinking it. I figured now that Danny was happy again, I should tell him my crazy idea.
“Hey, Danny?”
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking, maybe Bart should join our ghost group.”
Tucker choked on his milk, and spit it out across the table.
“WHAT?!” Danny and Tucker cried. They looked at me in disbelief.
“I know he’s mean,” I explained, “but we’ve been searching for other babies for months and he’s just one of the right ones we’re looking for! He knows how to bully someone around, to stand up to people, he even knows how to ride a skateboard for Pete’s sake! Can’t we let him join?”
“Hmm,” Danny said sarcastically, and tapping his chin, “let me think. No. No. No. No.”
L L L L
“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” Danny cried.
We were at Tommy’s house eating Valentines Day cookies that Mrs. Pickles had made for us. She was also going to work at the snack table for the Valentine’s Day Dance. We had to try the cookies to see which ones we liked the best. Those kind would go to the dance.
As you can probably tell, Danny still wasn’t thrilled about my idea for Bart joining our group. “NO! NO! NO! NO!” he yelled.
“Okay!” I cried with frustration. “We get it already! We’re here to see what the babies think anyway! Phil and Lil?”
The twins glanced at each other for a second, then looked back at me. “No!” they answered.
“Thanks for helping you guys!” I said sarcastically. “Chuckie?”
“Well,” he said nervously, “he’s sort of like Angelica, and she’s not in our group!”
I sighed loudly. “Tommy?”
A few minutes of silence passed until Tommy answered. “Sorry, Sam.” he mumbled. “We can’t let him join our team! He almost made me cry! Member?”
“Well,” Danny exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, “that’s that! Bart Simpson is officially out of the group and out of our lives! Now, let’s get back to eating these cookies.”
I was so angry right then, but I didn’t show it. Sometimes my friends don’t think before they answer. Think about it!We had been searching for months to find people for our group. And we hadn’t found anybody! We only had seven members so far. And when an opportunity like this shows up, they just ignore it? I was so mad, I could….
Wait a minute! I forgot to mention what this whole group thing was about didn’t I? Well, during our very first summer vacation, Danny won some plane tickets for a trip to Lake Eerie. There were enough tickets that all of our parents could go on the plane, and us kids could ride for free.
Lake Eerie wasn’t fun at all. It was the worst place in the world to go camping. The lake was smelly, the cabins were all busted, there was no electricity, and there were no bathrooms at all except for an outhouse.
Come to think of it, I never even did use that outhouse. It was really gross looking, and just how many people used that thing anyway? I would just sneak into the woods when no one was looking, and go to the bathroom there. I mean, why not? It wasn’t like animals didn’t pee there all of the time.
Speaking of animals in the woods, that’s where we met Steve. Danny and Chuckie were heading to the woods to use the bathroom themselves, when they found a baby owl with an injured leg. The next morning, Danny introduced him to the rest of us. We decided to give him a name. After so many choices of names we finally settled upon Steve. It was Tommy’s idea.
Steve lives in the Amity Park woods now. All of us agreed that he was Danny’s new pet since his hamster had died during the summer. That and the fact that we didn’t know what to do with him. Danny had snuck him onto the plane somehow on our way back, and now he’s part of our group. I guess you can say we actually have eight members so far.
Danny had gotten a ‘craving for blueberries’ just after we got back from Lake Eerie. His dad would buy little bag of blueberries for Danny each week, and he would pretend to go upstairs and eat them. But Danny would actually hide them in a box in his closet and put it on the top self. Then during the night, when Steve was awake, he would fly to Danny’s house, tap on his bedroom window softly with his beak, and Danny would wake up right away (He’s a very light sleeper most of the time.). Then he would slowly get out of his bed, open his closet, grab the box, open the window, and feed Steve some of the blueberries. Blueberries were Steve’s favorite food. Danny would then talk to Steve for about an hour. Then he would say goodnight to Steve and go to back to sleep while the baby owl flew around Amity Park looking for mice or something.
Anyway, back to my story. When Danny, Tommy, and I went into the woods to find something for Steve to eat, we found out there were ghosts haunting Lake Eerie! Soon, we found out who the ghosts were and as quickly as we could, we went across the lake to investigate what they were up to. Eventually, we found out we were wrong about who the culprit was. It turned out to be Danny’s dad’s best friend from college, Vlad Masters and his little shape shifting ghost friend S.T. Sohg!
After destroying their machine, we headed back to our cabins. I found out from Danny that Vlad and S.T. would want their revenge on us for what we did to them someday, and we would need more people (or babies if you want to call it that) to help us for when he does come back. The babies (not including Tucker) think this is all a ‘just in case it happens’ thing. They don’t know this war is actually going to happen. That’s probably why they think Bart being in our group really isn’t all that necessary. Which it definitely is.
I sighed again. “Fine.” I mumbled. “But don’t you guys think that this conversation is over, because it isn’t.”
I glanced over to see Tucker rolling his eyes. I smiled slyly to myself and threw one of the Valentine’s Day cookies at him.
“Ow!” Tucker cried. “What was that for?”
“For rolling your eyes at my idea.” I answered. “You really shouldn’t do that when the person you’re indicating is in the room.”
I spotted Tucker rolling his eyes again. I picked up another cookie and this time Tucker held his hand up to block my throw. I shrugged and bit into the heart shaped goodness. There was no point in throwing the cookie at him now.
As I was chewing I noticed Phil was holding the same cookie he had had five minutes ago in his hands. He was rotating and examining it with a puzzled expression on his face.
“What’s wrong, Phil?” I asked. “If you don’t like the cookie, you can give it to one of us.”
“Oh, no.” Phil answered, looking up at me and waving his left hand side to side, “I like the cookie. It’s just that, I don’t get why they’re shaped like our butts!”
Danny and Tucker burst out laughing. I gave a Phil a little grin.
“They are?” Lil asked, with a disgusted look on her face. “Gross!”
Tommy giggled. “I don’t thinks they’re butts, Phil!” he said, with a smile on his face. “I thinks it’s apposed to be a like one of those thingies on the house up theres!” He pointed to the paper mobile with red and pink hearts hanging from the ceiling.
“What are those thingies anyways?” Phil asked, looking up at the ceiling.
“They’re so prettyful!” Lil exclaimed.
“They’re called hearts.” Danny replied.
We all stared at him. Danny had actually answered a Valentine’s Day question! Finally! It was about time!
“What?” Danny cried. “I was only answering Phil’s question!”
We still kept looking at him.
After a few minutes of silent staring, Danny finally said, “May I be excused for a few minutes? I have to use the bathroom.”
“Sure!” Tommy exclaimed. “Go ahead!”
“Thanks!” Danny cried.
We watched him run as fast as he could down the hall. We kept watching until he disappeared from view.
A few more minutes of silence passed before Tommy turned his head toward me. “Hey, Sam!” he cried. “What eggzactly is Valemtime’s Day?”
The babies’ attention turned toward me.
I smiled. “Well, Valentine’s Day, it’s kind of hard to explain what it is.” I said. “But it’s a really special day and um…” My mind just went blank then. What was I supposed to say next? “Tucker can you explain it to them?”
Tucker shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, Sam!” he cried. “The only one who can explain to them what Valentine’s Day is Danny, and he’s not in the mood for it anymore!”
I groaned. Valentine’s Day was only one day away. How were the babies going to celebrate it if they didn’t know what the holiday was?
“I can eggsplain it!” a voice cried, happily.
I looked back to see Chuckie smiling up at me. That was surprising.
“Okay then!” I sighed with relief. “Go for it!”
“Well,” Chuckie began, “it was almost one year ago. I didn’t eggzactly know any of you guys back then, but I members most of the story.”
“Go ahead, Chuckie!” Tommy exclaimed, “Tell us the story!”
“Well, okay.” Chuckie answered. “I was at Danny’s and Sam’s and Tucker’s school….”
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