Quito. Chapter 7. The Fireworks Begin.

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     It was all the five of them could do all that day was talk about the nut-job which was Miss Wanda Villain. "I think she's a real narcissist", declared Jordan at approximately 11.42 & 77 seconds that night. "And those bracelets. They were too flashy and there were far too many for my taste."
     "I don't think she was wearing too many bracelets. But it may have looked better if she'd gone with just one large, heavy bangle on only one leg", responded Jackson. "Sometimes less is more."
     "Will you two please talk about the bigger problem here?" Arfed Quito. Honestly, the way you both are always talking fashion, I'd think I was working in the offices of Vogue Magazine."
     Just that second, the song Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy by the Andrews Sisters came on the radio and they all loved it so much they started singing and dancing. In fact, they looked a little bit like the kids dancing around in the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. Then when that song ended, they hit the jackpot: Glenn Miller's In The Mood came on, followed by Don't Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult and then the radio DJ played the ENTIRE soundtrack from Grease. Thomas popped some popcorn, poured on the melted, hot butter and sprinkled it with freshly grated Parmesan cheese, paprika, sea salt and just a touch of sugar. Then Quito made cranberry cream spritzers with cranberry juice and cream soda. It was real party. The weight of the day was melting off everybody's shoulders.
     POW! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!! BAM!!! Suddenly, there was such a clatter of light and sound outside, you would've thought that every tree within 100 feet had fallen over, and pulled down every electrical line with it. They rushed to the front picture window, pushed aside the red, satin drapes and the golden sheer curtains and peered out. They saw Independence Day style fireworks going off on their front lawn. There were enormous, glittery, red flowers in the sky. There were twinkling, yellow sparkles flashing and falling to the ground. There were dazzling, bright, green and blue bursts of glossy buds blooming over their house. And there was the husky, dusty gray smell of smoky gunpowder.
     "WHAT IN THE...?!?!", exclaimed William in the loudest voice he could muster at this late hour.
     "Get used to it you kids and Quito", woofed a voice they'd heard earlier that day.
Continued next week... Chapter 8. Miss Villain's First Form Of Revenge.