Claude's Birthday
AUTHOR: Happy birthday, Claude!!!
...
"look look* ... Where is he? Hmm...
*warps to Expel, in one of the inns* ... CLAUDE!!!
*random cat screeches and dog barks* ...
*storms in the door and yanks Claude out of the bed by his arm*
CLAUDE: Ow... huh?
AUTHOR: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CLAUDE!
CLAUDE: Oh, uh, thanks... *yawn*
AUTHOR You! Come! We have party NOW!
CLAUDE: Now...? *looks at (invisible) watch*
AUTHOR Yes, now!
*other people start to get up out of their beds*
GYORO: Gyafu!
URURUN: Fugya! *start fighting*
ASHTON: Wha... ow, stop it!
AUTHOR: ASHTON! *pounce*
ASHTON: Gahh, get off...
AUTHOR: *gets up* I'm sorry! *bow bow bow*
ASHTON: *sigh* What a way to wake up...
RENA: *streeeeetch* What's all the commotion?
CLAUDE: *still on ground* Eh heh heh...
AUTHOR: It's Claude's birthday!
RENA: Oh, yes, I'm glad I baked this last night. *reaches off side of bed and pulls out a ready, perfectly made, yummy cake*
KERO-CHAN: *peeks in doorway* I smell cake!
AUTHOR: You're not in this story!!! *slams door in his face*
KERO-CHAN: Whaa!
LEON: *still waking up* Onii-chan...
CLAUDE: Yes?
LEON: *rubbing eyes* It's your birthday, right?
CLAUDE: *sweatdrop* I guess everyone knows...
AUTHOR: YAY! Come on, let's go! *starts skipping to door*
ASHTON: Uh, where are we going?
AUTHOR: *skids to a stop* Hmm, I never thought about that.
EVERYONE ELSE: *collapse*
AUTHOR: Hm, where do you want to go, Claude? It's your birthday...
CLAUDE: I want to go... back to bed... *closes eyes*
AUTHOR: Aw, that's no fun! *pulls Claude by his arm again* Come on! *drags him towards the door*
CLAUDE: Ow...
RENA: We can't forget my cake! *grabs it*
AUTHOR: Okay! Now--
ASHTON: Hey what about Precis?
AUTHOR: Eh?
LEON: *looks over at Precis* ... she's sleeping like a rock.
CLAUDE: *sweatdrop* How'd she sleep through all this...?
RENA: Just let her stay asleep. *walks towards door*
CLAUDE: We can't just leave her here alone...
...
AUTHOR: I'll get her! *jumps over to her bed* Preeeeciiiiss... *poke poke*
PRECIS: ... *twitch*
AUTHOR: PRECIS!!! *birds fly off the top of the inn's roof* ... ... ... *poke*
PRECIS: Uhn... *eyes focus and she sees Claude in front of her* ... Claude! *hugs him hard around the neck*
CLAUDE: *falls over* Whaa! *Rena and Ashton get mad in the background*
AUTHOR: *tries to pull Precis up but her grip is too strong* Come... on... Precis...! It's his birthday! Show a little respect!
PRECIS: It's your birthday?! *blush* You never told ME that!
CLAUDE: Eh heh heh... *scratches back of neck*
PRECIS: Oh well! We'll celebrate anyway!
AUTHOR: Yay!
PRECIS: OK! Let's go! *starts marching towards door*
ASHTON: She wasn't so happy on my birthday...
AUTHOR: Aw, Ashton! *hug*
ASHTON: ...
LEON: Are we going, or what? Because I'm tired...
CLAUDE: Well, we don't know where we're going...
RENA: Maybe we should just stay here. (It is after two in the morning...)
LEON: I like that idea...
CLAUDE: It's fine with me.
AUTHOR: Okay! Rena, get your cake!
RENA: Okay. *gets cake and sets it down on a table*
AUTHOR: Okay Claude, blow out the -- ... we need candles.
CLAUDE: *collapse*
PRECIS: I don't have candles, but I have matches!
AUTHOR: *STARE* You have matches? Scary!
PRECIS: Well you know, for my Bobot bombs and stuff!
AUTHOR: *STARE* ... o-kay, then, Claude, you get to blow out the bomb matches.
RENA: ... is that safe?
PRECIS: Sure it is! They're just matches.
RENA: Yeah, but... it just doesn't seem right.
AUTHOR: Oh well, they'll hafta do! ... How many do we need, Claude? 20?
CLAUDE: Uh... 19.
AUTHOR: Alrighty... *puts matches in cake* ... Hey, weren't you 19 last year?
CLAUDE: ...Yes...
AUTHOR: o.O ... you're a year older, but you're still the same age... oh well! *shrug* ... hey Precis, do you have the scratchy striker thing for these matches?
Precis: ...No...
EVERYONE ELSE: *STARE*
PRECIS: Well I didn't want them to light while they were still inside Bobot!
AUTHOR: *sigh* ...
LEON: Wait, this is easy enough. I can just cast a fire spe--
GYORO: Gyaaaaaaafu! *fire lights up the room, and all 19 matches*
ASHTON: Heeaat...
LEON: Hrmm...
AUTHOR: Oh well, that works.
RENA: Gyoro, you singed the whole top of the cake!
GYORO: *looks a little worried* Gya... fu.
ASHTON: He said, "oops."
URURUN: *starts laughing dragon-ish-ly*
GYORO: Gya! *snaps at Ururun*
URURUN: *is startled and lets out a cloud of frost, putting out all the matches* Fu... gya. ("oops.")
PRECIS: Hey! Those were for Claude to blow out! BAD dragon!
URURUN: *shrinks back in shame*
GYORO: *starts laughing now*
RENA: This is no time for you to be laughing, Gyoro. *glare*
GYORO: *shrinks back in shame too*
ASHTON: I'm sorry, Claude...
PRECIS: (to dragons) BAD! BAD!
ASHTON: Maybe I should just go stay over here... *walks away and sits on a bed in the back of the room*
AUTHOR: No, come back! It's not your fault!
ASHTON: It's my responsibility to keep these guys from ruining things...
CLAUDE: It's okay; just look at them. They're sorry.
URURUN: Fugya...
GYORO: Gyafu...
ASHTON: Okay... thanks. *walks back to the group*
AUTHOR: ...Hey Precis, do you have any more matches?
PRECIS: Actually, those were my last ones...
LEON: No cake and no candles...
AUTHOR: Hmm... do you mind if we continue this party a little bit later, Claude?
CLAUDE: Please... I wanted to sleep from the beginning.
AUTHOR: *collapse* After all that...
LEON: Give him credit... it is 2:24 in the morning... *yawn* (Added note: it really was...)
AUTHOR: Come to think of it, I am pretty tired...
RENA: Okay, let's all go back to sleep then.
AUTHOR: Okay. I'll leave you guys... bye!
EVERYONE: *sleepy* Bye...
AUTHOR: *leaves inn and warps back to own house* I'm back... tired. *collapse* ... *is asleep*
THE END! (for now...)