Mischief Managed
Dear Nettie,
I'd already wasted two days into my young adulthood in Granite Falls, now that I had returned home I joined the Astronaut career. Adventures in the forest wasn't my thing, perhaps space would open up a whole new world for me.
I did a little remodelling of my own in the garden and immediately set to work on my rocket ship
HMS Falcon - clever name, right? (Actually she's named after the
Millennium Falcon but as I'm writing this I realised the double meaning!)
In between work and building the
Falcon I kept up with my athletics training, sometimes inviting Caiphus over to try out new moves.
I waved to the family as I left for my first space adventure and strapped myself in. There were no aliens in sight or blue-boxed time traveller, but I had a lifetime to find those.
Once my feet touched ground again I went around upgrading all the appliances and plumbing.
I don't know, you've invited me to a lot of fake parties before.
This time it's 100% real.
Uh...
Jessie's going to be there.
R-really? I guess I can come.
I've been making plans for my first party for ages and invited a group of very special people - it took quite a long time to convince them all to attend. Although it's a Weenie Roast I preferred to call it the Mischief Managed Party.
Colten was on cooking duty and served up Camper's Stew. Granny was the first to grab a bowl, I swear she must have two stomachs or something.
We gathered round the fire and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows and I began my long speech that I hoped would last all night. I apologised to the SKLs and Kellys, who had the privilege of being my first victims.
Then I made many, many more apologies to the
Clones Whitlock cousins and an elderly Thomas Pancakes who kept asking me to repeat myself several times - this is what happens when you frequently abuse the air horn.
Destinee was getting quite fed up of socialising with my parents - their discussion on adding logs is enough to bore anyone to death.
Just as the evening was drawing to a close, a tiny ember popped from the crackling fire and into Mrs Kelly's lap. In seconds she went up in flames.
There was panic and mayhem, screams from Mrs Kelly as she flayed her arms and jumped on the spot. Daddy had two extinguishers but he was stunned by Kassidy's lack of sympathy. It didn't help that Olivia decided to grab my chest from behind as I doused the flames licking at Mrs Kelly.
Mr Kelly was doing a wild dance of his own, yelling for someone to please save his wife.
The other guests and my family made a run for it, followed by a scary looking Kali Kelly who decided we were all evil fiends and didn't want to use our shower or ever step foot on our lot again.
When the guests had left, Granny and Mum started drinking to calm their nerves. Only Caiphus and Kassidy remained to laugh about the whole deal and helped to tick off the last few party requirements for the Gold rating.
You know what my favourite part was?
What?
When Olivia grabbed you! *snickers*
Shut up, Caiphus!
Love, Kessy H Chant.
