It's a damp morning on 62 West Wallaby Steet, the rain has been pounding the windows forever it seemed. The daisies and roses along the walkway are delacately unfolding. Tenderly recieving the fresh water the garden welcomed the long expected rainfall.

Layla was coming down the stairs in her blue tank top and sherberty orange lounger pants. She entered the kitchen and stifled a periodocally long yawn, "Rain, rain go away come again another day."

About a half an hour later she was sitting at the table with coffee, flapjacks, and the morning paper. While reading the paper she noticed an article about Feathers McGraw escaping from the zoo, she ramdomly spit her coffee and coughed a little, "Well Uncle Walace wont be able to read this hang on a tick," she realized that it was nine-o'-clock with her uncle not having come down for breakfast. Not even her cousin Gromit came down, and today was an important day for them. Wallace had won a contest to go to the new theme park in Glasgow, Scottland; 'Cheeseland'.

"Uncle Wallace? Cousin Gromit?" no answer. She went upstairs. She tried Gromit's room first; unoccupied. She tried Wallace's room; unoccupied as well. before she exited something caught her eye, "A note?"

Dear Layla,

Gromit and I had to leave early because of the rain. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I only recieved two tickets. Imagine that. I thought since you said you had plans this weekend ment you didn't want to go. However I say on you calender your plans were... canceled. I knew you'd be mad so I came up with an alternative. At 9:45 Celeste, Alice, and Caden will be over to take you to that carnival over at Tottington Hall. When it's over at 3:00 Mrs. Windfall told me she won a shopping spree for two at the mall, and wants you to go with her. Then at 5:00 the Vicar is hosting a scavenger hunt at the Grapevine Fields. After thats all finished at 7:00 Hayden Tottington will escort you to that rave at Worthington Outskirts, so I hope this will make up for not going to Cheeseland with Gromit and me.

With all my love,

Uncle Wallace

P.S: We'll be home in a at 1:00 a.m. in the morning.

"Wow, Thanks Uncle Wallace," she said in awe. She glanced at the clock and saw it was nine thirty. She needed to get ready.

At nine forty-five on the dot, and Layla was in her new purple belly jacket with a white tank underneath her loungers were replaced with blue jeans and a purple miniskirt. As the note dictated Celeste, Alice, and Caden were at the door.

"Hi," Layla greeted them in a jocund manor.

"Are you ready to go?" Celeste asked as syked as Layla.

"You bet'cha," was her vivacious response.

Once at Tottington Hall the rain had stopped, and the carnival was back on.

"How many bracelets?" Miss Thripp asked Celeste. Miss Thripp apparently was the bracelet woman.

"Four please," Celeste replied containing her excitement.

Inside the area it seemed as though Lady Tottington was expecting a large margin of people because every ride, game, activity you could name and more was there.

"Hello Celeste glad you could come," Lady Tottington greeted in her bubbly manor, "and your children are here too. Hang on a moment." From her large flowery purse she unearthed two inflatable mallets, "here you are dears. Hold the phone. Layla?"

"Hi mum," Layla answered giving her future mother-in-law a hug. Lady Tottington insisted Layla called her mum.

After releasing her from an embrace a pair of hands covered her eyes. She felt this person's breath on the nape of her neck. She turned to a dashing-looking Hayden.

"Hello Love," Hayden suductively said in his heavy english accent. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Layla blushed madly.

The carnival was very fun she spent her time with Celeste, Alice, Caden, Hayden, and Lady Tottington.

She and Hayden lost the others at some point by the dance floor. Layla had a tingly feeling in her feet; ahe only felt it when she was about to dance The Cotton-eye Joe and as her feet told her it was true it came on.

"Let's dance," Hayden dragged Layla to the dance floor.

It was one of the many remix's of the dance, this one was for two. They linked arms and crossed their legs scooted to the left and Hayden twirled Layla lo the right.

At three as the note dictated Mrs. Windfall picked up Layla at the carnival. At the mall Layla picked up a lovely silk nightie. Hoping she'd get to break it in tonight. She also picked up a black dress with matching boots, and collar.

"So tell me dear, how did you ever catch such a prize like Hayden Tottington?" Mrs. Windfall finally asked when they were trying on scarfs, shawls, boas, and things of that nature.

"Well you remember the last vegetable competition?" she blunttly replied. Mrs. Windfall stared out into space remembering her ravaged veg. Still she nodded a blank motionless nod, "Well we were in the cheese tent and I thought it was the romantic atmosphere..."

Mrs. Windfall gave her a quizical look, how could a cheese tent of all things be romantic? she thought.

"The rabbits were nuzzling each other... the aroma of formage hungover us," Layla continued adding deep complexion to every detail, "We gazed into each other's eyes, and we shared our first kiss," she was now looking at Mrs. Windfall who was hanging on to every minisule word like she were a child being read a fairy tale by her father, "He got down on one knee and I swear I teared up... he told me he wanted to marry me, love me and cherish every moment with me... forever and ever."

"That was beautiful," Mrs. Windfall cried into the shawl she adorned on herself. She also blew her nose on it, put it back, and said, "This'll be our little secret," she gigled.

At five forty-five she returned home to put away her new clothes. Headed downstairs and noticed in the mirror by the front door that the basement door was... unlocked? She swiftly walked towards the basement door, and heard power tools whiring. Being as quiet as she could, Layla tip-toed down to the eigth from the top stair. She stood dumbstuck; her eyes glazed with fear. Feathers McGraw had broken into the house while she was gone. She continued down the stairs to reach her cellphone which she left on the drawing board. Not realizing her foot was about to hit an empty paint can she kept going.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Feathers turned around and held up a gun towards Layla.

"Hello Feathers. We meet again," Layla said nervously accesing the stituation. She saw a copper cord which was used when her Uncle Wallace was in the window washing business. What was once used for Gromit as an access hatch to the garage became Layla's escape route. She quickly pulled the cord as McGraw shot at her, "AHHHHHHH!" the little door open and she crawled through. It shut behind her. Once on the other side she ran into the kitchen. Where she saw the Vicar cowering under the table.

"Layla, my child what in heaven's name is going on here?" the Vicar asked slowly removing himself from under the table.

"No time to explain," she said grabbing his hand. They turned to the open doorway to escape; however McGraw slid into the doorway brandising his a large cannon of some sort. Layla shifted her eyes to the back door which was open, "So thats how you got in you sly penguin," Layla, pullung the Vicar along, tuned to the back door as McGraw fired his now apparently to Layla was a plasma cannon.

Outside Layla and the Vicar had to inadvertibly avoid plasma shots, "WAAAAAAAAAH!" the Vicar screamed; his puffy white afro ablaze.

Layla jumped onto the picnic table, and chucked the not so heavy Vicar into the next yard. Mr. Caliche's yard, "God dammit! This burns! My hair! HEAVENS ABOVE!" was many of the random things she heard the Vicar. Say the last one though was said in response to him narrowly avoiding a plasma beam that burned a hole through the fence.

"Vicar!?" Layla cried in astonishment as she landed next to him.

Another shot through the privacy fence was fired, "Never mind lets get the hell out of here!" the Vicar responded.

Layla was now being pulled by the Vicar.

Still being pursuited by McGraw, Layla and the Vicar finally didn't have to hop any more fences.

PC Mac was patroling the streets while every one else (more or less waiting for the flamming Vicar) was at the scavenger hunt.

"PC Mac." "Constable." they called.

PC Mac turned about looking to see the trouble; trouble however, disintagrated his hat.

He tuned the corner and waited for McGraw to pass. Layla and the Vicar passed and PC Mac stuck his leg out, thus tripping the crazy penguin.

"Good job you two," he said a moment later after chaining the deranged bird, "We've been thinkin' he'd be afta' ya, and your uncle and Gromit," Mcgraw thrashed about wildly. PC Mac turned to him, "You my friend are being put to sleep." PC Mac hauled him into his car and left.

"Bless you Layla," the Vicar said calmly; his new bald dome reflcting the full moon's light.

The town's clocktower rang as the little hand reached eight.

"Oh-no, sorry I can't chat Vicar I have a date with Hayden," she said speeding home.

At eight tewnty-five she was ready and Hayden was at the door, "Hi." she said calmly answering.

"Hi- ah-yi-yi," Hayden stuttered seeing the the hole the plasma shot made in the kitchen.

"I'll tell you later, but right now there is a rave going on and we're not there," Layla said collectively.

The rave was in full swing when they arrived.

"Let's dance!" Layla yelled so he could hear him

Flo-Rida's new hit song 'Low' was playing.

The two started by grinding then just making up the rest which was pretty funny.

At about twelve thirty and it was all Layla wanted to do all day and he finally asked it, "Would you want to go back to my place?" Hayden said seducing trying to seduce Layla.

"We tried that before it echos to much... I wasn't even undressed and your mother thought we were going to have grandkids for her," Layla replied, Hayden nodded in agreement, "Let's go to my house..."

Twenty-five minutes later the two were in Layla's bedroom kissin' and cuddlin' not to mention listening to Justin Timberlake when they started to get into position.

Outside a cab pulled up and a middle-aged balding man followed by a tan dog emerged from the cab it was Layla's uncle Wallace and cousin Gromit, "Great time eh Gromit old pal?" Wallace told his dog.

Gromit looked at him and scowled.

"How was I sopposed to know you were in the bushes with that Caliver?" Wallace said in his defence.

Gromit rolled his eyes.

"You think Layla had fun?" Wallace asked unlocking the front door.

Gromit who' hearing was more acute than Wallace's heard the Justin Timberlake upstairs. He looked up at Layla's window and saw a faint silhouette of a man in Layla's window.

"Come on lad lets suprise Layla," Wallace whispered from the top of the steps. Gromit closed the door and ran to stop Wallace.

"Shh," Wallace whispered. His hand already on the doorknob.

Gromit covered his eyes.

"Hey Layla?" Wallace said as he interupted them.

"Ahhh!" Layla and Hayden both screamed falling out of bed.

"Wha-" Wallace stammered at a loss for words.

"Look Wallace I can explain," Hayden said getting up and walking over to him not covering up.

"I can see why Layla fancies you so much," Wallace said dryly not taking his eyes of of Hayden's 'Bait' as Wallace called it.

Half an hour later the four were sitting at the kitchen table. Hayden in his boxers and Layla in her new silk nightie.

"Listen Uncle Wallace I can understand if your mad, but I want you to know it was my idea not Hayden's," Layla explained ashamedly.

"Mad? Wha- that up there is nothing to get mad at," Wallace replied flabbergasted, "Thats a natural thing sex is... I should've known after all I'm where you get your against from."

"Really?" Layla asked.

"Oh yeah your mother and father were always sheepish when it came to sex," Wallace replied in an as-a-matter-of-fact voice, "You know you were born because I had to get you parents so wasted they wouldn't be self-concious, your mother told me to. Okay so I was in bankrupcy after buying all that liquor, but it was for a good cause."

Tears were welling up in Layla's eyes now, "Thanks Uncle Wallace," she started to hug him tightly.

"Now how about you two get back upstairs and finished what you started," Wallace encouraged them.

"Actually-" Hayden started. He grabbed Layla and laid her on the table as he removed his boxers.

"Okay that works as well," Wallace stated taken aback. He and Gromit left the kitchen and headed for their rooms.

"Hmm... well this was a good day, hmm... I went to a carnival with my, hmm... friends, Had a shopping spree with, hmm... Mrs. Windfall, stoped Featers McGraw from fleeing with a plasma cannon, hmm... watched the Vicar's wierd wh-hite afro burn down, hmm... and spent the night with hmm... you," Layla sedutively said.

Hayden leaned in to kiss her.

"To think this started as a rainy day..." Layla smugly said.