Mouseling's 1ST BDAY BASH!!

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=225 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <B><IMG SRC="236c9970.jpg" border=0 width="201" height="151" ALT="Happy Birthday to You! Hamster by Renee Stockdale" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <A HREF="id21.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Archives"><U><I>The Archives</I></U></A></div> <div> <I>Mouseling's 1ST BDAY BASH!!</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <U>Sun Aeryn</U></div> <bR> <div> Just when the Scooby’s thought Chryse's party was over. Sunny redecorated the TreeHouse with cute, circus animals (similar to the ones in Mouseling's bedroom) all holding the number 1, in honor of the youngest Scooby Scaper. As Sunny decorated she mumbled, “I can’t believe a year has passed by. It seems like yesterday we were all trying to guess when she would be born.” Jila walked in, “Sunny, what are you doing? What are you mumbling about?” </div> <div> Sunny had just finished hanging an elephant piñata for the older kids to smash, “Jila, you do realize that Mouseling is a year old today, don’t you?” Jila looked at Sunny, and then around the room, “Oh, my, you’re right! What can I do to help?” she asked. </div> <div> “Well, I need the food brought up from the kitchen, please.” Sunny said rather loudly, so Jila could hear her over the commotion coming from Ragnar’s hammock. Kay and Ragnar were arguing. </div> <div> “I’m not going to wear that. I don’t care if the original person can’t make it. I don’t wear primary colors, period.” Ragnar bellowed. </div> <div> “Ragnar, come on…Mouseling only turns 1 once. Do it for her.” Kay cajoled. </div> <div> “No.” Ragnar responded </div> <div> Jila and Sunny came over, </div> <div> ”What’s all the fuss?” Jila asked. </div> <div> “Ragnar, come on…the party won’t last that long and only the Scoobs will see you in this. It won’t fit anyone else.” Kay pleaded. </div> <div> “Ragnar, come on…what’s it going to hurt for you to dress in this, just once, for a little cutie like Mouseling?” Sunny tried. </div> <div> Ragnar eyed Sunny, Jila, and Kay; he looked at the brightly colored costume, then at the Scoobettes. He sighed, grabbed the costume, and headed to change into it. “You ladies OWE Me!” was all they heard as he left. They all laughed, a little but not loudly…if Ragnar heard them laughing…well…it could get unpleasant for all involved. </div> <div> “Bless his heart. I’ll have to make him something special for doing this.” Sunny mentioned as they all turned their attention to finishing the decorating. </div> <div> “We’ll go get the food, be back in a second.” Jila and Kay said. </div> <div> Kara, Chryse and Rae showed up. Chryse started playing her flute and wonderful, magical pictures began to appear and just floated in the air. Rae worked some magic on the room so it was extra bright and cheery, in a PK sort of way. She hadn’t quite got the hang of doing it in human terms of bright and cheery. Kara helped Sunny hang up a Pin the Wing on the Angel game. </div> <div> “Well, I think we’re set. Now if we can just get Mouse and Mouseling up here. The party can begin.” Sunny said as Jila and Kay set out the food. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOUSELING! </div> <div> May you always have peace and joy. May you always feel our love for you and your mom! </div> <bR> <div> Love ya! </div> <div> Sunny and all the Scoobs! </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <U>JilaCosa</U><B> -- The little Cosa’s raced in...</B></div> <bR> <div> just as kay and Jila finished setting up the food table and making sure the birthday cake was nearer the back of the table. </div> <bR> <div> "Pi-nata mommy!!" Jila's daughter cried out excitedly. "Pi-nata!!" </div> <bR> <div> "Yes honey." Jila chuckled. The girl still hadn't gotten the gist of the word. "A Pinata." </div> <bR> <div> "Can I have some cake now?" Jila's son called out as he came to a screeching halt in front of the food table. </div> <bR> <div> "No, go play." Jila admonished with a smile. "Mouseling isn't here yet." </div> <bR> <div> "Aw Mom!" The boy groaned, then laughed and ran to play in the translucent pictures Chryse was making. </div> <bR> <div> "How do you think he'll do?" Jila grinned at kay. </div> <bR> <div> "Who?" Kay was just a little confused. There were a lot of he's in the treehouse right now. </div> <bR> <div> "Ragnar, of course!!" Jila said quietly </div> <bR> <div> "hmmm, he wasn't very happy with us was he." Kay looked sideways to see the Viking in full clown gear walk back into the main room. "Personally, I think he'll do fine once the kids start laughing." </div> <bR> <div> "yeah, me too." Jila and kay each stepped backwards out of Ragnar's way as he passed by. He gave them both a mildly evil look and then sighed. What a softie he had become. Both Jila and kay mouthed a thank you to him. </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> Happiest Birthday Mouseling. </div> <div> Love </div> <div> Aunt Jila and the Cosas </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <U>Chryse74</U><B> -- takeing a quick break</B></div> <bR> <div> Chryse put her flute down... the pictures stayed in the air to the delight of the kids. The twins soon ran in and wanted to start eating. "No boys, not quite yet, we can't eat until the birthday girl arrives. You guys can go and play for a while though." </div> <bR> <div> "Aw, but we're hungry!" they complained. </div> <bR> <div> "You can wait a few more minutes. Now go and play." The boys grumbled away but cheered up when they saw the Cosa's playing nearby. They ran over and started playing with them. </div> <bR> <div> "Ragnar, you look great! You should go and see how the kids like you like that." smiled Chryse. </div> <bR> <div> "i'm only doing this for Mouseling." grumped the viking. </div> <bR> <div> "we know, and we really appreciate it Rag. You are a doll for doing this." grinned Chryse. </div> <bR> <div> "I'm NOT a......!" he broke off shouting and looked over at the kids. He sighed, and shot a murderous look toward Chryse and stalked off to be alone in a corner to calm down a bit. </div> <bR> <div> "You're gonna get it for that one" warned Kay. </div> <bR> <div> "I know, but I have something special planned for him. He'll like it. I promise." grinned Chryse, with a mischievious look in her eye. </div> <bR> <bR> <div> (((((((((((((((((Mouseling))))))))))))))) </div> <div> (((((((((((((((((Mouse & Mr. Mouse)))))))))))))))))) </div> <div> Isn't a grand day for a birthday? </div> <bR> <div> xoxo </div> <div> aileen </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <U>KaraS</U><B> -- *snap* *snap*</B></div> <bR> <div> "Stop that!" Ragnar said, horrorfied. </div> <bR> <div> "Oh Rag, you look SO cute in that costume. I just took a few pics." Kara cooed. </div> <bR> <div> Ragnar eye her suspiciously. </div> <bR> <div> "Only your fellow Scoobs will see these pictures." Kara assured him. </div> <bR> <div> Kara snapped a few pictures of the decorations and the other kids playing. Then she destributed a large bowl of potato chips to them. </div> <bR> <div> "I'm glad you took those pictures." Chryse whispered to Kara. "We'll want to remember Ragnar in his clown suit." </div> <bR> <div> "Yeah." Kara agreed. "And these will make GREAT blackmail pics. What if I sent these to those pirates in Disney Land. Ragnar The Viking Raider's reputation would never survive the hit." </div> <bR> <div> Ragnar, oblivious, was drinking a glass of soda and munching potato chips while he waited for the guest of honor to arrive. Kara snapped another picture of him. </div> <bR> <div> Heh heh heh. </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <U>Mouse2000</U><B> -- Mouse walks in</B></div> <bR> <div> holding Mouseling's hands high and she's walking so well! Well, only when completely supported... but still. Mouseling gives a high pitched giggle when she sees the balloons and drops to her knees and takes off towards the balloons. </div> <bR> <div> "The gates are all up, right?" she says, locking the one behind her. </div> <bR> <div> Chryse, Jila and Kara nod and they all start talking at once. Mouse gets the distinct impression that she MUST see Ragnar's costume. </div> <bR> <div> Let's eat cake! Mouseling will be asleep in a minute, but you all go right ahead and we'll give her her cake later. </div> <bR> <div> Thanks so much for the party! </div> <bR> <div> Love, Mouse </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <U>RagnarRB</U><B> -- Ragnar the clown</B></div> <bR> <div> *Like Hommie the clown?* </div> <bR> <div> *No you dolt* He replied to himself in thinking conversation. *Like a birthday clown* </div> <bR> <div> *But what do clowns do?* </div> <bR> <div> *They clown around.* </div> <bR> <div> Hmmm...he began thinking of Mont and Leaped and several of the others. Sounds just like old times. Yeah *A Clown! (got to set the mood you see.) </div> <bR> <div> Patting his pockets he came up with a bag of balloons, you know, like the ones they make little balloon animals out of. </div> <bR> <div> Huff and puff...and puff...maybe he should lay off the evening cigar... </div> <bR> <div> With a minor adjustment to his bulbuous nose, a twisted five foot long balloon in hand, he raised a four foot clown shoe and flopped his way across the floor. Accidentially the balloon bopped Sunny in the back of the head. </div> <bR> <div> Mousling was soo cute when she squeeled, and the kids were always fun to play with. Just cann't have the Scoobetts getting wise. It might ruin his image. </div> <bR> <div> Duh-duh-ta-duh </div> <bR> <div> (I deny everything and demand proof!) </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <U>Lurkingghost</U><B> -- Yay!!  Mousling’s birthday!!</B></div> <bR> <div> 'Ghost wafted over toward Ragnar and whispered in his ear. Ragnar nodded, and blew up a large transparent white balloon. 'Ghost took a deep breath and phased into the balloon, making it glow ghostly green. Mousling giggled. </div> <bR> <div> ((((Mousling)))) </div> <bR> <div> ((((Mouse and Mr. Mouse)))) </div> <bR> <div> -'Ghost </div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <U>kayde</U><B> -- Kay giggled</B></div> <bR> <div> at the way Mouseling was giggling. She loved the way babies laughed. Kay picked her up and held her up to get a better look at Ragnar the Clown. Her little eyes got very big. Chryse, Mouse, Sunny, and Jila held their breaths. Ghost floated behind Ragnar making faces. Ragnar watched Mouseling. Mouseling watched Ragnar. Suddenly he chuckled at her look. She grinned really big, and then giggled. </div> <bR> <div> Everyone laughed then. Kay handed Mouseling to Rag, and he sat and bounced her on his knee while she squeeked his nose, getting a squawk out of him each time, to make her giggle more. </div> <bR> <div> Kay's daughters came in with presents for the baby and Kay </div> <div> s grandaughters came in with Castor. They squeeled when they saw the kids playing and the decorations and Chryse's pictures. </div> <bR> <div> Now, if only Spy would come, so they could play pin the wing on the angel, the party would be in full swing. </div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <U>kayde</U><B> -- Kay got refreshments</B></div> <bR> <div> for the little ones, and as she passed Mouseling again, in Ragnar's lap, she just couldn't help kissing her chubby cheaks again. </div> <div> (((((((((Mouseling))))))))) </div> <div> Happy happy birthday!!!!!! </div> <div> Kay </div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>