Svetlana woke up one morning and stretched her back. Everyone in Mike's head was still asleep, including Mike. Well almost everyone was asleep anyway. Manitoba woke up early to go on a brief 'adventure' around Mike's head with a time to beat. Svetlana got off her bed and made a few stretches. Obviously she was the most flexible alter of Mike's head so she has no worries when it comes to breaking her bones. Once she's done, she arranged her bed and checked her calendar.

"Da! Let's see vhat today is," she chirped. Upon looking at the calendar, her eyes widened and gasped. She tried to keep her voice to a minimum since everyone else was still asleep. "It is Mani's birthday!? Svetlana couldn't believe she almost forgot!" she cried as softly as possible. With Mike sleeping next door to her, he woke up overhearing her sudden surprise. He knocked at her door and opened it.

"Svetlana! Is everything okay?" he asked softly. Svetlana gasped and turned to look at the real persona. She pulled Mike in, peeked outside her room to see if anyone was awake and watching, and closed the door. "Svetlana! What are you-!"

"Shh! Shtop vith ze talking!"

"Why?"

"Coz! It's Manitoba's birthday today!" she whispered loudly. Thankfully it wasn't too loud. Mike was going to ask 'It is?' but he remembered it soon enough. "It sure is!"

"Svetlana forgot it vas his birthday today!" she said and began to sob.

"What are you talking about? You woke me up and pulled me into your room to tell me that. How could you forget it?" he asked in confusion.

"I only figured it out now! I vas so focused on doing gymnastics I forgot. I am such a horrible friend!" she sobbed hysterically.

"N-now now, Svetlana… Today has only just begun! You still have a lot of time to prepare for his gift. You found out it was today in a nick of time! Also, Manitoba's awake and-"

"HE IS!?" Svetlana panicked.

"Yes, but he's trying to move around my head because… I don't know actually." Mike placed his hand on his chin and began to think.

"As long as he gives enough time for Svetlana to give him his gift." While she continued to think, Svetlana raised her index finger with an idea. "Da! Svetlana has an idea!"

"Really!? What is it?" Mike asked.

"Zere has been zis move I've been trying to master for years! It's called ze Balance Beam!"

"The balance beam?"

"Yes! It has struck fear into ze hearts of all female gymnasts, including myself. To zis day, I still haven't mastered it. Zis could be ze day I can master it as Manitoba's gift!"

Mike smirked. "It sure sounds like you two have something to hide. Come on, let it out," he said.

Svetlana fidgeted with her fingers and blushed. "It vas a funny story really. You see vhen Manitoba and I vere younger, he saw me trying to master my Balance Beam for several times."

Flashback

Young Svetlana tried to balance herself on the beam. She struggled and tried to keep her balance straight. Even though she never feared heights, something about it made her feel uncomfortable. As practice, she stayed in her room and hung a long pole on the parallel walls. It was only six feet above the ground and the length was ten feet. She tried walking on it with her hands while doing assorted flips. She was struggling. Unaware to her, Manitoba watched from outside her room. 'She's amazing!' he thought.

His compliment was short lived as he saw Svetlana squeak and fall on the pillows below her. Manitoba gasped and pushed the door open. "Good blimey, Svetlana, are you awright!?" he asked worriedly. Svetlana started to cry in frustration until she realized she wasn't alone.

"Manitoba, vhat are you doing here!?" she whined.

"Hush now, sheila. Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, holding and checking her arms and legs to see if they were fine. Despite the fact that it wasn't so high, he was still concerned. Svetlana blushed at Manitoba touching her and pulled herself away. "Svetlana is fine," she sniffed. "I am never going to get this right…" She hugged her knees and buried her face. Manitoba smiled softly and scooted towards her.

"Aw come on, you silly roo. I thought you were amazing… except for that part where you fell." Svetlana glared at him for saying that. "Okay, I misworded that. What I mean is, you really were amazing."

Svetlana smiled at him weakly. "Thank you… but Svetlana isn't good enough to do it yet. She vants to be ze youngest gymnast to master it!"

Manitoba put his arm around her placed his other hand over hers. "Svetlana, you're still growing. You're still a tad too young to master those moves in such a short time. But from what I saw, you keep getting better and better."

Svetlana didn't want to accept the truth, but after what Manitoba had said, she couldn't help but believe he was right. "I guess so…"

"Atta girl!"

"But vhat if Svetlana gets second place if she does it in ze competition?" she asked.

"Win or lose, ya'll always be a champ to me, ya silly koala!" he promised her. Svetlana smiled at him sheepishly and rested her head on his shoulder.

"And if it makes ya feel better," he looked at her and she did the same. "If you master that move, I want to be the first one who sees it."

Svetlana's eyes widened and felt them sparkle. "You vill? And you von't laugh at me if I mess up?"

"Of course I won't! You know very well I can't do what you do. You're that special."

"Pinkie promise?" she held out her littlest finger and waited for Manitoba's. The young Australian smirked, took her finger with his, and they both giggled. "Ye, pinkie promise."

Flashback

"Aww! That was really sweet for both of you," Mike said in awe.

"Yes, but until zis day I still haven't mastered it," Svetlana said sadly.

"Well now could be the time! You can do it, Svetlana. I know you can!"

"Thanks Mike! Vait, vhat did you get for him?" she asked.

"Oh, I got him a new fedora. He'll love it for sure!" Mike answered excitedly. "I also got him a jar of vegemite."

"Da! Manitoba does love hats! And… vegemite?"

"He does. And yeah, I'm not sure what vegemite is but I heard from him that it tastes glorious – especially with buttered toast. So that must be a good thing!" Mike walked to the door. "Anyways, I better go get changed so we can have breakfast. We're all going to plan the party together."

"Yay! Svetlana is very excited for zis!"

As Mike left, Svetlana searched through her closet and took out a stuffed animal. It was a koala sewn by her. She didn't know how to sew and ended up wounding her hands at the process. And because the wounds weren't that serious, she didn't bandage them and they blended with her tanned skin. Even though she finished it a week ago, and it took her a month, she saved it as Manitoba's gift in advanced.

"Maybe I'm not so forgetful after all."

"Alright, gang, we have at least three hours to prepare for Manitoba Smith's birthday party. Does everyone have their gifts?" Mike asked everyone.

"Aye!" answered Vito. "I got him a new set of these knuckle rings. Not only are they fashionable, they can surely pack a punch!" He tested them out on Mal, who grabbed his hand and glared. "Don't even think about it."

"Fine, you party pooper."

"I got him one of these cell phone doohickie things. Dang kids and their so called technology," Chester complained.

"Mal, what did you get for Manitoba?" Mike asked.

"I got him a new lasso. Nothing too serious," he answered blankly. "I once used it for strangling people. But now that I changed, I have no use for it."

"Excellent and I'm glad you think that! I bought him a new fedora and a jar of vegemite – whatever it is. Now all we have to do is-"

"Ey yo, what's Svetlana's gift?" Vito interjected.

"Svetlana's gift is not ready yet," Svetlana answered.

"Then what is it?" Chester asked.

"It iz a performance by moi!" she answered again.

"Cool, show us!" Vito requested. Svetlana shook her head and looked away. "Sorry, it's for Manitoba to see first."

"Wow, picky much?" mumbled Vito.

"Okay, that's enough now!" Mike interrupted. "As I was saying, I think our theme for Manitoba's party should be in the Australian outback!"

"You mean Ulu… uh, no, Ulu… eh? Uluru? Yeah! That's the one!" Vito guessed.

"Uh huh!"

"That's a great idea. Obvious, but great," Mal complimented.

"And to think we could have done that years ago," Chester grumbled.

"Da! Vill zere be kangaroos and koalas and all ze giant plateau in a desert?" Svetlana asked.

"Yeah! Of course the animals won't be real but stuffed animals are the closest we can go for," Mike said.

"But where do we get the stuffed animals?" Mal asked. Mike answered his question by pulling out a box full of Australian stuffed toys. There were also several figurines, wallpapers and replicas of Australian flora and fauna. "These'll do the trick!"

"Whoa, where'd you get those?" Vito asked.

Mike grinned. "I did a little grocery shopping with Zoey and Cam the night before. I even asked her to give me today off with you guys so we can prepare."

"Zen let's shtop vith ze talking and start building!" Svetlana squealed.

Everyone went on and prepared for Manitoba Smith's birthday. Chester was in charge of writing on the banner, Svetlana was the one who put the stuffed animals into place, Vito was in charge of the hanging decorations and the wallpaper, and Mike and Mal were helping each other move the heavy objects into place. Everything turned out perfectly. And with teamwork, they finished decorating in less than an hour.

"We did it, you guys!" Mike exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Everyone else exclaimed.

"I hope I'm doing a decent job with the whole birthday thing," Mal muttered. Mike patted his back knowingly. "You're doing great, Mal! That's what being good is all about." He checked his list and ticked off the decorations.

"Next is the cake!"

"Ooh, Svetlana vants to do zis!" volunteered the Russian gymnast.

"Not so fast, Svetlana! I want you to master your routine for Manitoba. Chester and I—"

"Dag nab it I don't know how to bake, you salami head!" Chester interrupted.

"Okay… Mal, Vito and I will bake the cake. In the meantime, you master that move," Mike told her. Svetlana looked at him unsurely and nodded. "I understand. I vill make it ze best performance Manitoba has ever seen!" And with that, she skipped away.

"Ey yo, how do we make a cake anyway?" Vito asked.

"Simple! Zoey gave me the instructions and we'll follow that instead," Mike answered. "Come on, boys, let's get baking!"

"I suck at baking but I'll try," Mal said.

"I'm with ya bro." Vito followed behind.

In her room, Svetlana practiced her most difficult stunt ever: The Balance Beam. Everything was all set up by her. She pretended that Manitoba was there watching along with the rest of the alters. But she promised Manitoba Smith she would show him first. She took a deep breath and started to rehearse. Even pretending that Manitoba was there made her feel nervous.

"Svetlana vill now perform ze most difficult trick ever! Ze Balance Beam!" She jumped onto the pole and walked on it with both hands. As she moved forward she did several flips with a mixture of a few ballet moves. "I vill now perform ze back handspring!" As she jumped from her current position to perform the said move, something got in her way.

"*hiccup*!" She lost her balance and fell to the floor with a loud thud. "Ouch!" She moaned in pain and tried to sit up. Chester rushed into her room after hearing the noise. "Alright, you ninny, what crazy shenanigan did you do this time?"

"I di- *hiccup* not do any *hiccup* zing!" she tried explaining. Chester's eyes widened as if he's heard her hiccup for the first time. "I didn't know you had the hiccups!"

Svetlana covered her mouth and blushed embarrassedly. As a matter of fact she does get the hiccups. Nobody heard her because she tried too hard to get rid of it. It always got in the way of her routines. And usually trying too hard worked for her. She refused to say a word. Chester started to leave the room.

"No, Chester! You mustn't *hiccup* tell ze *hiccup* others!" she begged. Chester chuckled and shook his head. "Relax, I'm going to get you a glass of water. In the meantime, try holding your breath." He left.

Svetlana followed Chester's orders and held her breath for as long as she could. It was only a matter of time before

*hiccup*

"Ah! I did it again!" she said before hiccupping more. She covered her mouth because of how silly she sounded. That was the reason why she never told anyone. It was strange. Usually holding her breath worked. After a while, Chester came back with a glass of water. "Here you go, kiddo."

Svetlana took the glass and glugged every drop of water in it. Then she held her breath at the same time after swallowing it. She hiccupped again.

"Oh! It's no use! Svetlana can't perform like zis- *hiccup*" she cried. "Of all times why - *hiccup* - now?"

Chester just stared at her and smiled. "Now, now, don't get all frustrated over that. That's my job! It'll go away eventually."

Svetlana hiccupped again. "Vhen!?"

"I don't know! That ain't my body," Chester said grumpily.

"Please - *hiccup* - promise Svetlana you von't tell?" she begged solemnly. Chester rolled his eyes and patted her head. "Sure… just make sure you don't do it in front of all of them to see."

Svetlana gave Chester a hug before hiccupping again. "Oh zank you! Svetlana feels so grateful!"

"Yeah, yeah, now let me go!" Svetlana released Chester and took a deep breath, before hiccupping again. "I can do zis!"

"Okay, this was so not what I had in mind," said Mike. Vito and Mal looked at the cake before them. It wasn't as perfect as they wanted it to be, but it was close enough.

"Well, at least the frosting is readable," commented Vito.

"And the layering wasn't too bad," Mal added.

"Maybe we should've let Svetlana do this," muttered Mike.

"And guess who's fault that is," Mal groaned. Mike looked down with guilt.

"Alright what's going on in here?" Chester asked, walking into the kitchen. "Egad!" He exclaimed. In all honesty, the cake wasn't bad at all. Chester was just very judgemental when it comes to desserts. "I bet my wife could do better than that!"

"You have a wife?" Vito asked astonishingly.

"If I had one."

"Okay that's enough! Gentlemen, we put a lot of hard work into making this cake. And Chester, this cake isn't for you. It's for Manitoba. And besides, it doesn't look bad at all. Right guys?" said Mike. Vito and Mal looked at him and nodded sheepishly.

"Now all it needs is some of this vegemite… or whatever it's called!" Vito said, taking out the vegemite from the fridge.

"Vito! That's for Manitoba alone. We can't just put that on a cake! It's for toast," Mike argued.

"Says who?"

"Says the jar! And Manitoba might've thought of the same thing."

"Who knows! Maybe cake with vegemite might not be such a bad idea." Vito opened the jar and took a teaspoonful of the vegemite. Then he spat it out. "Gah! That was way too salty for the Vito! How can Manitoba eat this crap?"

"Congratulations, you ruined a perfect gift, you whippersnapper!" Chester scolded.

"Yeah! And it's not crap!" Mike protested. "Maybe some things don't go well on its own. And if you're saying it's salty, then I wouldn't recommend it for cake!"

"Salty cake? I think you salami heads have lost your marbles!" Chester snapped. Mal remained silent until he snatched the jar. "Great, now you left a hole in it. Way to go, Vito," he said.

"What? I was curious!"

"And curiosity killed the cat," deadpanned Mal. "You could've at least waited until Manitoba got it."

"I wait for nothing—Ow!" yelped Vito as Chester hit his head with his cane.

"Shut your putrid trap and step away from the vege-whatcha-ma-call-its!" Chester warned. Vito rolled his eyes and stepped away from Mal, who held the jar.

"Maybe you should keep this elsewhere," Mal said to Mike. Mike nodded and kept the jar in his pocket. "Ow man, we don't have time to wrap the gifts! Chester, why didn't you do it?" Mike said.

"You never told me to do that. Dang kids and their presents I swear. You're all teenagers dag nab it!"

"Still, we want it to be a surprise! Where were you anyway?"

"I checked on Miss Goody Two Shoes after she thudded on the floor, you ninny!"

"You mean Svetlana? Svetlana got hurt!? Oh gosh! Is she okay?" Mike said worriedly.

"Of course she's okay. She was probably just nervous," Chester lied. It was true on Svetlana's part though.

"I-I should go check on her," said Mike. Before he could leave, Chester blocked his way. "Who asked you, ninny?"

"Chester, get out of my way."

"Ey yo, you can't talk to an old man like that!" Vito interjected.

"Why won't you let me see her anyway?" Mike asked.

"She's rehearsing and no ding-a-ling is going to watch her before birthday boy does," Chester said strictly. "Are we clear on that or do I have to hit you?"

Mike sighed. "Yes. Sorry, Chester."

"Dang right you should be! Now make a new cake before-"

They all heard the front door open and heard familiar footsteps walking in. "Hello? Any of you mates up yet?" said an Australian accented voice.

Mal's eyes widened. "Speak of the devil…"

"No time! We have to get everything done fast. He's here!" Mike said, now in panic mode.

"Yeah, yeah, we know that," Chester said nonchalantly.

"Chester, go fetch Svetlana and meet us in the living room. Mal, stall Manitoba until we get ready. But make sure he doesn't' see you. Can you do that?" Mike ordered.

"Whatever," said Chester as he left the kitchen to find Svetlana. Meanwhile, Mal grinned deviously at the idea. "You called the right person for this job. I won't let you down." And with that, he disappeared and went on to stop Manitoba without getting caught.

"Vito, you bring the rest of the snacks into the living room while I bring in the cake," Mike said lastly. Vito smirked and nodded. "I'm on it, bro!"

Meanwhile, Chester barged in Svetlana's room, causing Svetlana fall yet again. "Oh…" she moaned helplessly. Her hiccups were gone at the moment after ten minutes of holding her breath. She was sure it would stay gone until the day ended. Or was it still there somehow?

"Enough dilly dallying! He's here," Chester announced. Without warning, Svetlana released an ear splitting scream and it echoed throughout the whole house. Chester could have sworn he grew deaf.

"Shh!" He grabbed her wrist and moved her out of the room and into the living room.

Manitoba heard her scream from his room. Instantly he was in panic mode. "Svetlana!" Before he could reach the door, Mal barricaded it with a chair. Manitoba grunted and tried shoving the door open. "What the-?!"

On the other side, Mal leaned against the wall while reciting his usual whistle, making it too soft for Manitoba to hear. He felt his pocket buzz and noticed a message from Mike saying everyone's ready. He swiftly kicked the chair and made a run for it. In his room, Manitoba took a few steps back and prepared to barge into his door. He screamed and opened it as if it was never barricaded from the outside. All that force made him slam into the wall. "Ah…" he grunted in pain. "Awright, which one of you bloody dingoes did that!?"

"Cooee!" called a voice from the hallway. Manitoba tilted his head. "Mike?" He followed the voice as it got louder. And soon enough he was lured into the living room.

"What the heck is going on?"

*Pop*!

Confetti came out of nowhere and on his head. The lights switched on and Manitoba stood in front of an Australian themed decorated room filled with fake animals, an authentic wallpaper, snacks and a rushed-looking birthday cake. His entire family stood right in front of him and screamed.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATE!" they all said in an attempted Australian accent.

"Hip hip?" Mike started.

"Hooray!" Everyone else followed.

"Hip hip?"

"Hooray!"

They all gave a surprised Manitoba Smith a hug. Snapping out of his senses, he grew a wide smirk and chuckled. "Aw, shucks! You shouldn't have!"

Yeah, I'm gonna end it there. What is this you ask? I have no idea. This idea came to mind and I thought yeah why not write it? I'm as busy as hell gets and this is what I did while I procrastinated. This isn't finished yet and I'm going to cut the chase there. I don't know why but I find it fun writing about Mike and his personalities.

I would keep Mal in character here but he's trying to be good… and if not good then devious at some points.

I loved portraying Chester because let's face it, he's hilarious.

If anything gets in Svetlana's way, she does her best to get rid of it: especially hiccups. As for Balance Beam, it's a real gymnastics move made by female gymnasts only.

I don't know much about Australia, but the well-known location of Uluru got me thinking it would be a great theme to celebrate Manitoba's party, along with kangaroos, koalas, wallabies and vegemite.

Every personality has a different birthday depending on when they were first triggered. Say Mike triggered them one by one. And they were born. So if he triggered Manitoba on one point in his life, that will be Manitoba Smith's birthday. Or something along those lines... Now this birthday fic reminds me of my friend, Applauze's, birthday gift, I Know My Science. Dag nab it I'll get that done...!

I'll have to work on Vito's character. Other than the fact that he's hot and hot headed, I'm still getting to know his character more.

More Svetoba is on the way because it needs more love. I don't know how I got to love this. Of course, I love ZoKe more.

As for the rest of my stories, Dork Squad will be releasing a new chapter soon, and I Know My Science is currently struggling with completion. Total Drama Mastermind has yet to be published. And the rest are still on hiatus. Enough said.

Well you know what to do. Anyone who gives me flames will be burned alive. Pfft, nah. That was just an expression.