The Incredible, Magical, Disappearing New Years Eve

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“What is wrong with you two blabbermouths!” Piped up Carlton from his magic hammock, “I’m waiting, not sleeping!”

“Love, Love,” said Nattie as she slid her hand from Nicks knee and ran it up toward his cheek. She rolled her head up toward Nick and said, “I’m not done, aren’t we supposed to see the sunrise?”

This spark of life from the partners perked Nick and Bananny right up. “Well, let me go get the stuff,” Bananny said, “It’s almost midnight, we should head to the bar.”

Bananny popped into the cottage and returned with a shopping bag full of New Years Eve regalia. The crew was already outfitted with a variety of sparkling, flashing and glowing accoutrements gathered over the course of the evening. They paled in comparison to Bananny’s Bag. Crazy glasses, alien antennae, tiara’s, hats, headgear, whirlygigs and more spilled from the bag. As the two couples rummaged through the booty, they whooped and laughed. Nick ran across a glowing, flashing, pulsing red dread head. He immediately threw it on his head. Happiness had returned to Bummertown.

And then off in the distance they saw them. Cousteau and Ariel were walking toward them through the gardens. Cousteau appeared to be holding a very large golf tee. “I had to do some engineering,” proclaimed the Doctor as he approached, “It took me much longer than I anticipated!” With that they were on the verandah and quickly looking at their options in New Years Eve attire.

“Where are Sketch and Boom Boom?” asked Ariel, “We thought they’d be down here already.” Everyone knew WHERE Sketch and Boom Boom were, so the plethora of replies Ariel received had more to do with WHY Sketch and Boom Boom weren’t there. Sketch had made a few comments early in the evening about his preferred means of ringing in the New Year. He had also left dinner in a less than ideal state. He was also, and would always be, Sketch. This led to an incredible set of amusing guesses about why Sketch and Boom Boom weren’t there.

“Well I don’t think any of those are good enough reasons to not be right here, right now,” said Cousteau.

They all looked up to the verandah of Sketch and Boom Boom’s room. “Doesn’t it seem like there is more light coming from their room?” asked Nick.

“I think so!” said Carlton, “That’s it, we’re on a mission, time is critical!”

With that the group gathered their New Years paraphernalia and marched across the yard. Intentionally making as much racket as they could they passed under the Sketchington’s balcony. Up the stairs they marched, booming the couple’s names. On the entry balcony they bellowed and pounded.

Sketch heard the group coming, it wasn’t that he was caught unaware. He was just stuck in a precarious position. He may not have been able to greet the New Year in his self declared preferred fashion, but he nearly greeted the door.

“Boom Boom, shut the door!” He yelled.

“The door IS shut!” someone answered, “We’re opening it!” There was a commotion inside as nearly simultaneously the front door was opened and an inside door was slammed shut. It was uproarious in the room. Sketch rejoined the group momentarily looking a lot less down in the dumps.

“We’re here to roust you,” Sketch and Boom Boom were informed.

“Ain’t gotta roust me!” said Sketch, “I’m ready to go! Let’s hit it!” The group took a quick check of the time, it was minutes until midnight. Everyone looked at each other and smiled. There WAS enough time…