A/N: We have never seen Tommy celebrate his second birthday. We saw him celebrate his first, but never his second. Here is how I think he would have celebrated it.
I am so sorry for releasing this so late… had way too many other stories. Anyway, can you guys just pretend that its June thirteenth or something? Please?
Dil refers to Tommy as 'Tobby' in this chapter
Oh, and celrock, I referenced one of your stories
Happy Birthday, Tommy!
Chapter One
Despite the idea being unbelievable, Tommy Pickles was turning two years old today.
Throughout the year, so many things had happened to him from getting lost in the woods to surviving the Gray Plague.
Even despite that, he was still turning two.
That morning, Tommy had been having sleeping well. That is, until he heard the sound of a party horn.
The poor child woke up, cranky, having apparently forgotten that it was his birthday at all. The idea was odd, but when you're having good dreams and you're interrupted by a freaking party horn, then surely you'd be upset.
Turning his head, he saw the owner of that noise; his own brother, Dil.
"Dil, what are you doing?" Tommy complained.
"Well, sorry for wanting to celebrate my own brother's birthday," Dil said sarcastically.
"Birthday?" Tommy asked.
"Oh, yeah, my birthday!" Tommy thought. "I better apologize to Dilly for yelling at him."
"Um, yeah, the one where you're turning two, remember?" Dil asked.
Yes, a baby who wasn't even a year old yet knew the number 'two.' In fact, as of now, Dil could almost count to ten if he remembered hard enough. Numbers like two and five were plugged into his head by now since he heard them around so much.
"Oh, yeah, my birthday," Tommy remembered. "Sorry for yelling at you, Dilly. I had just been having a really good dream about bein' a super hero!"
Dil giggled. "Two and still acts like a baby," He mumbled.
"Hey, Dilly! I heard that! 'Sides, two-year olds are still technically babies. Remember what Angelica said?"
The two boys laughed together until their mother walked in.
"Good morning, sleepy heads," Didi said.
Although most of her attention was directed at Tommy, she did give both of them a kiss and picked them up. The idea might sound odd to legal guardians who had never done so, although she always carried Tommy out of his room because she wanted to avoid seeing him fall down the stairs. While such an incident had never taken place, the redheaded woman was still cautious.
"Good morning, you two," she told her eldest son as she carried the boys into the dining room.
She sat them both down in their high chairs. Even though there was no doubt that as of today Tommy was two, he was still small enough to need a high chair.
"Here you wonderful kids are. Go on and eat your breakfast while I talk to daddy. Oh, and your friends will be coming over in about an hour."
Didi looked down at them and smiled. "Now, be good while you have company, you two. I don't expect any arguments or issues, alright?"
Tommy nodded and Dil just smiled at his mother. "Good. Now, excuse me while I go talk to daddy."
While Didi spoke to her husband, who had just walked downstairs, Tommy talked to his younger brother.
"Oh, Dilly, this will be the bestest day of my life," Tommy whispered.
"I know, and me and your friends are gonna help make sure that that happens," Dil promised.
"I couldn't 'spect anything least from you, Dilly. I hope that you guys can help me have the bestest birthday and the bestest birthday party, too!"
The purple-haired toddler was right when he claimed that he would have a birthday party. His mother had already arranged for a birthday party about a month ago, in May. It turned out that all of his friends – and one of his enemies – could indeed attend.
As the two Rugrats conversed, their parents, Stu and Didi, discussed Tommy's second birthday party.
"Alright, so everyone that we invited can come, right?" Stu asked.
"Not everyone," Didi replied, glancing at the party list. "The boys' babysitter, Taffy, is on summer vacation with a few of her friends, so unfortunately she can't attend. She did promise that she would come to Dil's first birthday party and Tommy's third, however. She also promised that she would ship Tommy's birthday present since she won't be back for another month."
"Oh. Did she tell you what the present was?"
"No, and when I asked, she said that it was a surprise," Didi explained.
"Alright, then most people can attend," Stu deduced. "We've already agreed that the theme of the party will be Reptar."
"What?" Didi exclaimed. "I never agreed to that, Stu!"
"Well I'm sorry Deed, but I already bought the cake, the curtains, and all that, so there really is nothing that we can do about it anymore!" Stu elucidated.
"Oh, Stu!" Didi said, clearly exasperated. "Reptar scares children! You should have gone for something safer, like, like, Goober!"
"Tommy cries every time he sees Goober, Deed!" Stu exclaimed. "I swear! He began crying at the mall when Chaz picked up one of those dumb old Goober dolls!"
While the two adults continued to quietly argue, their younger son Dil asked Tommy what he would like for his second birthday. Clearly, the younger boy was planning something for his big brother, although Tommy was too excited about finally being two years old to figure it out for himself.
"So, Tobby, what do you want for your secondest birthday?" Dil asked.
"Well, Dilly, there a gazillion things that I want for my secondest birthday!" Tommy exclaimed – although he made sure to be quiet enough so that the adults wouldn't hear him. "Let me start with what I don't want. A Goober doll."
Dil frowned. He wasn't sure if he liked the way that his brother had emphasized "Goober" so very well. Unlike his brother, Dil was a big fan of Goober dolls. They could always make him smile when he was feeling down. Not that he hated Reptar or anything, though. It was just that he preferred Goober.
"Oh, okay," Dil responded. "So, what else don't ya want?"
"That's pretty much all," Tommy told his little brother. "Oh, wait! I also don't want a piece of lint."
Dil nodded. "Well, I'm hopefuliest that Billip and Bill don't bring lint. What do you wanna be at your party?"
"I want it to be all Reptar!" Tommy said with a smile. "Reptar cake – 'cept not with Reptar flavor, cuz I don't think he'd be too yummy or that he would 'preciate us eating him, Reptar balloons, ya know, all Reptar everything!"
While Dil hadn't the slightest idea whether their mother had ordered the Goober theme or not, he just knew that he wanted to make this the best birthday of his older brother's life.
