So, I had spoken with my lovely friend Charlie Louie, and she let me write a one shot featuring her Bohemian character Mustapha! If you haven't read any of her WWRY stories... Well... You should and that's that!

This was going to be a one-shot... but I just have too many ideas for it. So it will probably be in three parts.

Mustapha, isn't mine. WWRY isn't mine... I'm not sure what exactly is mine anymore! *runs away screaming and hides in a corner in the fetal position*

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" Happy birthday, dear Mustapha..." the crowd of Bohemians all sang loudly and off key to the laughing, pink haired girl sitting in the center of the group. " Happy birthday, tooooo...YOUUUUUUU!!!!"

" Awww guys!" Mustapha squealed when Meat placed a slightly lumpy looking, lopsided cake on the table. It had sixteen flaming candles sitting on top of it. " It looks great!" She blew out the candles and the group cheered.

" You might not wanna eat it though, Scaramouche and Meat made it!" Pop joked, wincing when he got a sharp punch to the arm courtesies of the bad-arsed babe.

" Hey! We worked hard on that cake, so you better eat it Phapha!" Scaramouche said, giving her a false threatening glare.

" Yer should have seen how all the others looked before this one hen." Meat sighed, placing a hand on Mustapha's shoulder. " Compared to the others, this one deserves to be put in a five star restaurant."

" I helped find the candles!" Galileo cried out, wanting to throw in his contribution.

" Oh yes Gazza, if it wasn't for you the whole party would have fallen apart!" Scaramouche snorted, rolling her eyes at the Dreamer. He cast her a a hurt and confused look and she shook head slightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek, patting his arm.

" No guys, this is all really great!" Mustapha said, smiling brilliantly up at her "family". " I've never been happier!"

As if to prove the point, she scooped up a large amount of chocolate frosting off of the cake and licked it off of her finger then stood up and ran over to hug them all. She first threw her arms around Galileo and Scaramouche in unison and hugged them tightly, she then turned to Meat and almost squeezed the life out of her.

"No hugs yet hen, we're not even half finished with ye yet!" Meat laughed, smiling down at her.

" Yeah, you gotta open your presents!" Madonna called, elbowing her way through the group and shoving a lumpy looking parcel under her nose.

" Come on Mads, let the girl have her cake first!" Aretha scoffed from next to her.

" Fine." Madonna pouted. " But you better open mine first!"

" She means ours!" Aretha corrected. " It's from all the girls, to celebrate the fact that your almost a woman!"
Scaramouche's brow crinkled in confusion. " I didn't know about this!" she said, glaring at the others. " What, I suddenly don't qualify as a girl?"

Aretha and Madonna glanced nervously at each other than over at the purple haired Bohemian. Mustapha raised an eyebrow at them and Meat took a step back with an " I'm not getting into this cause it will only cause trouble" look on her face.

" Well..." Madonna began " If you knew about what we where going to give to Mustapha..."

" You probably wouldn't let us do it..." Aretha finished.

All was quiet for a few seconds. Scaramouche was glaring at Aretha and Madonna, looking like she was going to bite their heads off. Mustapha opened her mouth to say something, then Galileo spoke up.

" Wait... Why would you want to celebrate the fact that she's half way to becoming a women?" he asked, confusion etched on his face. " Why not just wait until she's 18 and a legal adult?"

" What's the fun of doing things the legal way?" Mustapha stated bluntly. She reached towards the parcel in Madonna's hand. " Now you've peeked my interest, I want to see what you got me!"

" No your not!" Scaramouche said, snatching the parcel away from Madonna. " Not until I know what it is!

Scaramouche grabbed Aretha's arm and dragged her out of the room, bringing the gift with her. Mustapha let out a sigh and blew her scruffy pink fringe out of her eyes.

" Aw come one sugar, ye still have yer cake!" Meat said.

" Yeah, and there is still the other presents!" Galileo said, nodding towards a small pile of gifts in the corner of the room.

Mustapha paused, thinking it over for a few seconds. She then smiled and nodded.

" Yeah your right, I still have so much! I didn't even expect a party!" she said, sitting back down in front of the cake. She sized it up momentarily and Meat handed her a knife.

" Who wants the first piece?" Mustapha asked, looking over at the group.

The Bohemians all glanced around at each other, mumbling, then stared down at the lumpy cake. It seemed like Mustapha was the only one impressed with Scaramouche's and Meat's culinary skills.

" Oh come on!" Meat growled, rolling her eyes. " We're not that bad at cooking!"

" I-I'll have the first piece..." Galileo mumbled, stepping forward. Mustapha grinned and placed a slab of cake on a plate and Meat gave him a pat on the back.

" Brave man." Pop said gravely. " If we lose the Dreamer to food poisoning, we know who to blame!"

" Oh please!" Bob the Builder called from the back of the group. " We all know the only reason why he's taking the first piece is because if he doesn't take some of that cake, he won't be getting any tonight!" The crowd all burst out into loud laughter and Galileo blushed deep crimson, but took his plate and a hesitantly ate a bite. He swallowed it slowly and cringed but nodded to Meat, who was watching him intently.

" It's... good." he said in an uncertain voice.

" Okay! Who want's the second piece?" Mustapha called out, hoping that approval of the cake from the Dreamer would convince the rest of them to have a piece.

Still no volunteers.

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Ta da! The end of partie un (part one for those who don't speak french)!