Valentines Day Chaos!

Valentines Day Chaos

We celebrate our 2nd favorite holiday

Nick Oranju jumped out of bed, humming a little tune, and looked at the calendar. Could it be? Yes! It was February 14. Valentine’s Day. Quickly, he changed into his best clothes - no sport jersey today. Moving over to his dresser, he munched a breath mint, grabbed his bag full of presents and flowers and left his house.

He and all of his friends were meeting at the local museum, The Socilia Museum of Fairy Tale History, but he planned on ditching with Sophie after a little bit. The rest of the ‘gang’ if you wanted to call it that - Jenn, Vicky, Kate and Adam were nice, but they had nothing on, at least in his opinion, Sophie. Maybe today was the day he could push out any other competition and start being Sophie’s date on a regular basis.

Getting to the museum, he went in and found the Grimm Gallery. Everyone was already there. “Hi Nick!” Adam called out when he saw him.

“Nice clothes!” Sophie yelled out. Nick felt himself blushing. Willing the blush away, Nick moved over, first stowing his bag in a locker - he would need that later.

Together, the group set off into the Grimm gallery. They explored the gallery for about two and a half hours until they started to get hungry - Nick especially because he had forgotten to eat that morning. So off to the museum cafe they wandered. When they got there, they found it mostly empty. Everyone was at the Big Valentines Festival, a place Nick planned on going to later - after he and Sophie with him had split from the hanger ons.

They quickly ordered and paid. The food was rather pricy, but it was worth it. The museum’s cafe was Hobbs rated with a hot and upcoming chef after all! Kate went down to the bathroom, and Nick ordered a nineteen cheese lasagna and breadsticks (no garlic) and began carrying his tray to the table where everyone else was already chatting, waiting for him.

As he neared the table though, he slid on a pool of stagnant water and started sliding on his feet, doing a weird dance in which his feet and legs moved totally unsynchronized and he tried to keep his balance. He careened down the wet floor, out of the cafe and into the hallway.

He continued his balancing act until the wet area abruptly stopped. He skidded, his tray flying into the air and tripped over a “Wet Floor” sign, falling, head up into the portable mop bucket cart that just happened to be there.

The falling motion was enough. Behind him, he could see his friends chasing him, trying to help, but they were losing ground to his out of control racing kart. The cart spun wildly as it raced down the hallway, sliding neatly onto the escalator. It went bump-bump-bumpity-bump, not only making Nick dizzy, but also playing havoc with the water, which splashed and sploshed water all over.

“HELP!” Nick cried in panic. Now on the main floor, he zoomed past the head janitor, who began angrily muttering and started chasing after him - and his cart. He flew through the Rowling Exhibit and crashed through the floor to ceiling stained glass window. It broke with a sickening crunch as the cart barely slowed.

Nick desperately tried to wiggle free, but he was stuck. “HELP!” he cried again. “ANYONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”. The last part happened as he started rolling down the well manicured lawn rolling over flowerbeds as he sped up, rolling down ‘Ol Lucky Hill, on which the museum was situated.

The hill ended and he found himself hurtling down the local road. Luckily, cars were banned on Valentines Day (Except for transport), so there was no traffic, but bikes and pedestrians yelled out as he forced them to dive out of the way. Behind him ran the head janitor, the security guard (who was mad about the window) and his friends, who were on their bikes but were constantly stopping to help victims of his unintended rampage.

He tore through town, all the way to the festival. He slowed a bit. His flailing hand soon found himself in possession of a free sample of lemonade and cotton candy, which vendors had pushed on him, which he gladly ate. He was still hungry! He munched as he rolled up a ramp and hit the boxes stacked at the end and slowed down, but not enough to bounce him out of the truck he found himself in. He tried to wiggle out of his prison, but to no avail.

Just as he was making a tiny bit of headway, the ramp was removed and the doors were shut, trapping him inside. It drove off. As it did, his friends pulled up.

“Le Barnabus’s Circus?” Adam read off the truck groaning. That was nearly five miles away! Getting back on their bikes, they followed the runaway truck. Behind them, the security guard and janitor, along with a few pedestrians and a bird whose nest Nick’s trip had disturbed followed suit.

The journey was long and wet for Rylee. The water in the bucket was slowly being soaked up by his pants and it was very dark and stuffy in the back of that truck. And there was a whole pile of boxes, some of which were teetering unstably above him. Luckily, none fell on him.

Finally, the truck stopped and the back was opened. Nick saw himself looking at two angry truck drivers. One looked at the other. “See - I told you that the truck was riding heavy!” The other nodded and grunted in agreement.

Nick saw them closing in and pushed himself forward as fast as he could. It was enough for the final motion, and as his friends started coming down towards the truck to rescue him, his cart started rolling away, through the carnival grounds and towards the main tent.

He rolled in through a side entrance. When he got there, a large man with a really bushy mustache looked at him. “What are you doing in that bucket? It’s SHOWtime!” Pulling Nick out of the bucket, he put a helmet on his head and blindfolded him.

Uh oh Nick thought as he was led around the tent and suddenly felt a large number of people all around him. There was a large number of applause, and he felt his blindfold slide off. He looked around, but couldn’t see anything except his shiny metal thing that seemed to be all around him.

Outside, bushy mustache guy was talking. “And now, what you have been waiting for! Simon the Incredible will now be shot out of a canon!” Nick blanched and started screaming.

“I’m not Simon! Let me out! HELP!!!” But it fell on deaf ears as the crowd counted down. 5...4...3...2...1...0! At 0, Rylee felt himself being propelled by a strong force and then saw himself flying over the circus tent.

Below, he could see the impressed crowd, and then his little group of friends. “NICK!” They all screamed. He tried responding, but he couldn’t. His mouth felt like it was being pulled out of his face. He shot out of the tent, and vaguely saw his friends running to, along with another man - maybe Mr. Bushy - who looked angry.

He landed softly, in a bouncy house, though his weight and the force of gravity deflated it. That was bad, he thought, and it was, as the owner of the bouncy castle started shaking his fist at Rylee.

Luckily, before anything else could happen, Adam ran up and paid the man. He went away, and Adam, and Vicky, who was there by now, helped Nick back to the museum, where there stuff still was.

During the walk, he asked Sophie about the date, and she said yes, which made him very happy. They just had to go and get their stuff and eat a bit, since they had all missed lunch.

As they got there, Kate burst out of the museum. “I’m so glad I found you!” she asked, as the door slammed into Nick’s face, tripping him into a skateboard.

With a scream, he started rolling…

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