Author's note: Now we actually truly begin the story!

If you had not read chapter two, I advise that you go back and do so! Otherwise, you might be confused.

Since presents will not be revealed until the next chapter, which presents do you think that the following should give?

Peter

Zack and Celeste

Chuckie and his family

The twins, Betty, and Howie

Jesse doesn't appear in this story because from my understanding, he didn't appear until after Tommy turned two.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rugrats; the show and the characters belong to Nickelodeon. Peter, King of the Confederacy, belongs to TCKing12, currently going by the name PatchythePirate1999, and Zack, the Rugrats' new friend, belongs to celrock. Reggie also belongs to celrock.

Happy birthday, Tommy!

Chapter three

After about fifteen minutes, the first guest, Peter, arrived. Peter Albany, known by many as the King of Confederacy, was a friend of the Pickles family, and had met them recently.

Since Peter was a king, he had his servants carry Tommy's present. It, from the appearance of it, was huge.

Peter rang the doorbell, which Didi and Stu barely heard over their yelling. Tommy and Dil, however, heard it.

"Who do ya think that is?" Dil whispered.

"I dunno, but I'm guessin' that it's Peter, since he always comes first to everything," Tommy whispered back.

The king, however, did not receive a response from either adult in the house. Raising an eyebrow, he rang the doorbell again, wondering if everyone was awake by then.

By the second time, both Stu and Didi had heard Peter. Didi sighed, now very stressed out from her disagreement with Stu and from the idea of readying everything for Tommy's second birthday party.

She walked over to the door and opened it, a bored expression on her face. She knew that it was rude to do this while answering the door, although she was so stressed that she really did not care. Her eyes, however, widened once she saw that the person at the door was Peter Albany, the king of Confederacy.

"Oh, my!" Didi said. "I did not expect to see you there, sir."

Despite Peter's requests for the Rugrats' parents to refer to him by his name, Peter, they usually either referred to him as 'sir' or 'the king of Confederacy.' It seemed that they accidentally did that so very often because they felt that Peter had power over them. In that case, they were correct, because he did in so very many ways. However, this did not mean that he felt that he should not be addressed by his actual name – not unless he barely knew the person.

"Oh, please, Didi, refer to me as Peter," Peter, once again, requested. "I, despite being a king, am no different than you and your husband. Where is Stu, by the way?"

Stu, hearing his name, showed up at the doorway. "Oh, hello, Peter! Didn't expect to see you there. You're here for Tommy's birthday party, right?"

The younger male nodded. "It appears by you and your wife's surprise and by the fact that your living room appears to be empty that I am the first guest here."

"Yes, you are indeed the first guest to arrive," Didi told him. "Why don't you come inside, sir…? I mean, Peter?"

Peter nodded and walked inside of their house. This, while not being his first time inside of their humble home, was still one of his first. The servants followed him inside.

"Whoa, Peter!" Stu exclaimed once he saw the present that Peter had brought. "That sure is huge! I can't imagine what it is."

"Oh, Stu, don't kid yourself, it isn't that special," Peter responded. "Just a little present that I thought of."

As they walked inside, Peter spotted Tommy and Dil inside of their playpen, smiling up at him.

"Hello, you two," Peter told them, a huge smile on his face.

"Oh, yes, the boys just finished eating breakfast," Didi told him.

"Happy birthday, Tommy," Peter told the older male of the two children.

Not long after Peter had said those words, the phone in the kitchen began ringing.

"I'll get it!" Stu and Didi both said at the same time. Realizing that they had both said those words, they, without actually saying it, raced to the kitchen.

As soon as they left, Peter prepared to talk to the two little Rugrats. The King of Confederacy knew that the Rugrats could talk and he had the power of speaking to them. However, he never told anyone about it, because surely they would believe that he were out of his mind or something. Bad publicity was never good for a king.

"Hey, you two," Peter said.

"Hi, Peter!" the two boys said with smiles.

"We sorta 'spected you to be the first one here, since you're always first to come to things anyway," Tommy explained.

"Yeah," Dil agreed.

"Well, now that I'm here, I must say that I'm glad to be here," Peter told them. "Birthday parties are even better than working, in truth."

"You got Tobby a really big present," Dil acknowledged. "Could I get one like that for my oneth birthday?"

Tommy couldn't help but chuckle at his younger brother's vocabulary. "Dilly means first, and, he's right, I can't believe that it's so big! Why, that's the biggerest gift that I've ever seen!"

"You mean biggest, Tommy," Peter corrected, attempting to hide his laughter. "I can't tell you two what it is, though, otherwise that'd ruin the surprise. You'll just have to wait and see what I got. I will, however, tell you that it's something that you've wanted for a while, Tommy."

Tommy smiled at this and thoughts ran through his head of what Peter could have gotten him. Why, perhaps it was his favorite thing. He was certain that Peter wouldn't get him a yucky gift like socks!

"Well, I bet that it'll be the bestest present that a baby could ever have," Tommy said with a smile.

This time, Peter didn't bother correcting Tommy's grammar. He knew that Tommy was barely even a toddler, and that he would learn as time went on.

"Considering the amount of thought and money that I put into it, I sure hope that it is indeed the 'bestest present that a baby could ever have,''" Peter responded.

The next guests to arrive were the party planners. They had boxes and would be putting everything up.

"Stu, that must be the planners," Didi called to him rather lazily.

Despite the fact that she did not want Reptar banners and Reptar cake and ice cream, she was not an evil woman, and therefore would allow them into her home nonetheless.

Stu ran to the door and opened it, seeing that they were indeed the planners. Despite their weight differences, they were both ugly nonetheless. They were not only ugly in attitude, yet also physically.

The first man, the one whom Stu immediately assumed was older, was a short man who was overweight. This man had bags under his eyes, light brown hair that was beginning to turn grey, boring brown eyes, and the worst teeth that Stu had ever seen in his life. The second man, whom Stu, despite the man being taller, assumed was younger, was so skinny that, if one tried, they could see his ribs pointing out of his apron – which, might I mention, were of the ugliest shade of orange. He, too, had short brown hair, although his not only had blonde highlights, yet also a bit more life to it. This man had bags under his eyes and, while he did not need braces, he did indeed have the yellowest teeth that Stu had ever seen.

"I'm Tony," the taller man said.

"And I'm Bert," the shorter one said.

Neither voice had any enthusiasm. It made Stu want to immediately fire them, although he deduced that since they were already there, that there was truly no point in doing so. It would waste both his time and their time. Not only that, but it was highly unlikely that he would find anyone else who was willing to come to the Pickles residence right now just to set up the party.

"Come on in," Stu said, truthfully not so sure of himself.

"Okay," they both said with no enthusiasm as they walked in.

The two took a few things out the boxes and simply got on with their work, not saying anything.

Once they had begun putting up the banner, Tommy and Dil noticed them. Worried, Tommy turned to Peter.

"Peter, who are those people?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, they look like aliums," Dil remarked.

"Oh, kids, those are the planners for Tommy's party," Peter explained. "They set up the banners that say things like 'Happy birthday Tommy.'"

"Well, for someone who sets up birthday parties for two-year olds, they sure don't look happy," Tommy said, truthfully a bit frightened.

"Calm down, you two," Peter said. "Just because they're grumpy doesn't mean that they're going to hurt anyone. They just don't understand the meaning of fun. I suppose that they had rough lives along the line, and therefore have that expression stuck on their face!"

"Oh, well, will there be anyone else comin' to this party, cuz they're freaking me out," Tommy whispered so that the grumpy men wouldn't hear.

As soon as he said those words, the doorbell rang once again. Before Peter could offer to get it, Didi and Stu both ran into the room, yelling that they'd get it.

Once they opened the door, they did not see one family, but two. They saw Tommy's three friends – Chuckie, Kimi, Zack, and their families. Zackary Wehrenberg, known as Zack, was a friend that Tommy and the others had recently met. At first, he and Tommy had not been on the greatest of terms, although now they were becoming friends. Not only that, but Tommy's mother and Zack's aunt were becoming great friends, which was why a few days after they met she invited Celeste and Zack to Tommy's second birthday party.

Once Stu and Didi saw who was at the door, they smiled. It looked like a few more people were there now. Tommy, Dil, and Peter smiled as well.

"It looks like you got one of your wishes, Tommy," Peter whispered.

"Yippee!" Tommy said. "My bestest friend in the whole wide world, his bestest sister, and my newest friend are here!"

Chuckie and Kimi were both holding their father and mother's hands respectively, while Zack held his Aunt Celeste's hand, as well. Despite being a bit older than Dil, Zack knew how to walk, although he couldn't walk long distances.

"Why, hello there," Didi said with her biggest smile. "It seems that you're a bit early, which is why the party planners are still planning. Why don't you all come on in?"

Walking inside, the adults set their children down in the playpen, and walked off into the kitchen, presumably to drink some coffee and chat.

"Oh, Stu's about to put up the piñata right now, he'll surely be done in about fifteen to twenty minutes and that can be our first game," Didi explained before she, along with the other adults, disappeared into the kitchen.

Indeed, her husband Stu should have been setting up the piñata as of then. He, however, was instead searching through boxes to find the one with the piñata in it.

Walking over to the taller man, Stu tapped him on the shoulder. The man scrunched up his eyebrows, and turned around.

"Yes?" he asked, clearly upset and unenthusiastic.

"Excuse me, sir, I don't mean to bother you," Stu began.

"Course you mean to bother me, otherwise you wouldn't be over here," the taller man complained, although he did have a point. "Just get on with whatever the heck you have to say. It'll save trouble and time for da both of us."

"Do you know where the Reptar piñata is as opposed to this one?" Stu asked.

"Reptar piñata?" the shorter man asked, adding himself into the conversation. "What are ya talkin' bout? You didn't order no Reptar piñata, man."

"What?" Stu shouted. "Yes, I did! I ordered it two weeks ago! I thought that the piñata would be here by now!"

"Man, what are ya talking about?" the taller man asked.

The shorter man, Bert's, eyes widened as he realized what Stu was talking about.

"Oh, that piñata," Bert said, tugging at his collar.

"Bert, what are you two talking about?" Tony asked, clearly angry now.

"Err… I might have accidentally sent your son's piñata off to another occasion," Bert admitted.

"What?" both Stu and Tony shouted at the same time.

"Well where did you send them?" Stu yelled furiously.

Boston

On this Saturday morning, Tommy Pickles was not the only boy having a party. All the way in Boston, an older boy named Reggie had thrown a party for himself. He, however, was not having a birthday party. He was simply spoiling himself while his parents were out. The guardian who was supposed to be watching him was fast asleep, and Reggie had been given a voice-changing device, so he decided to use it to his advantage and ordered a lot of pizza.

As for the little girl who was inside of the house with him, Rosie, she was locked in a cage for right now. She wanted to get out, she really did, although none of her friends were currently with her.

"Reggie, let me out of here!" Rosie shouted.

"Shut up, Gummy Bear head!" Reggie ordered. "I'm getting pizza and you can't stop me! Hahahaha!"

However, as soon as he said this, the doorbell rang. Reggie didn't want to get in trouble, and therefore ran to the door, using the voice-changer, although not before grabbing a chair and looking through the peephole.

"I'm Terry Hall, who is this?" Reggie asked with the voice-changer.

Apparently, it was either pretty believable, or the mailman must have been pretty darn stupid.

"The mailman," the middle-aged man replied. "I have a package for you."

"Great, now shoo!" Reggie ordered.

"What?" the mailman asked.

"Just shoot!" Reggie shouted.

The mailman, afraid, ran off. Once he was sure that the mailman was gone, Reggie opened the door to reveal the box.

"Reggie, that was mean," Rosie told him.

"Hey, who do you think you're talking to, Gummy Bear head?" Reggie asked before opening the box.

"A meanie," Rosie mumbled to herself.

Before he fully opened the box, Reggie got up and walked over to the cage where Rosie was practically imprisoned.

"I asked you who you thought you were talking to, pinkie," Reggie said strictly. "Could you 'peat that?"

"I said that you're a meanie, cuz you are," Rosie said, truthfully frightened. However, the pink-haired toddler tried her best not to show it.

Reggie shook the cage, his eyebrows scrunched together, while saying very mean things.

"There," Reggie said once he thought that she was frightened enough. "That's what I thought."

He finally finished opening the box and was pleased to find a piñata full of candy.

"Oh, cool!" Reggie shouted. "Now I can really hit something!"

"Reggie, no!"

End of Boston

"I don't know, sir, is there anything that we could do about this?" Bert asked.

"No, no there is not!" Stu shouted, groaning. "My son's birthday party won't be as fun because of this. Not only that, but I wasted nearly twenty dollars on that crap!"

Just before the middle-aged purple-haired man was about to walk into the kitchen to complain to his wife and her newly found friends about the lack of blindfolds in their household, Peter noticed the issue and confronted Stu.

"Stu, I apologize for listening in on your conversation, although perhaps I could send one of my servants back on our jet to pick up a piñata," Peter suggested. "They could even get the newest one from the store."

"As great of an offer as that is, si – Peter, that truthfully won't change the fact that Tommy's birthday party is not going as planned," Stu explained. "I do, however, thank you for such a thoughtful suggestion, and to show my thanks, I shall invite you to come have a drink with us in the kitchen."

Before Peter could tell Stu that it was alright, and that he was fine, Stu told him that he insisted. Peter, feeling that he had lost this argument, walked with Stu, leaving the five Rugrats who were currently there to talk.

As soon as Tommy's father and the teenage king were gone, they all began talking.

"Nice house, Tommy," Zack complimented.

"Yeah, and I gots my present for you over there with the others," Kimi said with a smile.

"Yep, me and Kimi, we got our presents for you from one of the bestest toy stores in the whole wide world," Chuckie announced.

"Uh huh, and me and my Aunt Celeste went to a good store ourselves," Zack told Tommy.

"As happy as I am 'bout that, enough about presents for now, guys," Tommy told them.

"Why?" Dil questioned. "I thought you liked gifts."

"Yeah, me too," Zack remarked, clearly annoyed by Tommy's comment, as he had spent an hour shopping with his Aunt Celeste, only to find that there was a possibility that Tommy didn't even like presents.

"No, guys, it's not that I don't 'preciate your presents, I really do, but I think that something really 'portant is going on," Tommy told them.

"Is it dangerous?" Chuckie immediately asked.

The brave toddler boy put one of his fingers on his bottom lip, as to express thought.

"I hope not," Tommy finally said.

"Well Tommy, I gots an idea," Zack said. "Why don't you tell us 'bout what this thing is and maybe we could help you decide whether it's dangerous or not."

"That's a good idea, Zack," Kimi said, admiring the little blonde boy.

"Thanks, Kimi," Zack said, not seeming to notice that Kimi was looking him over with a huge, loving, smile.

"Well, okay," Tommy said. "I know that Peter told us that they shouldn't, but those two grumpy men over there are really creepy. I don't like them."

"You mean those two scary guys?" Chuckie asked. "Oh, yeah, I think they're dangerous."

"Come on, Chuckie, they can't be that bad," Kimi insisted.

"Sorry, Kimi, but I agree with Chuckie," Zack said. "I think that they might be dangerous."

Kimi frowned at this. Once Zack saw this, he felt kind of bad, since he hated making people cry, especially when they were bubbly and cheery all the time like Kimi was.

"But that doesn't mean that I don't gots a plan for them," Zack quickly added.

"A plan?" Tommy asked. "What kind of plan?"

"Well, they look evil," Zack decided. "What if they're not even peoples?"

"Zack's right!" Tommy declared. "I bet that they're not peoples."

Chuckie shuddered.

"Point is, they're real scary and maybe we shouldn't go near them?" Chuckie suggested.

"What if they're aliums?" Dil suggested.

"Nah, Dilly, but you're probably closer," Tommy told his younger brother.

"Hey, I got it!" Zack said. "What about zombies?"

"Oh, yeah, zombies!" Kimi said, seemingly agreeing. "Zack's right, they could be zombies!"

"Yeah, and we have to 'feat them!" Tommy added.

"Awe, guys, can't we just make peace with them?" Chuckie requested.

"No, cuz they probably don't want to," Zack said. "C'mon, Chuckie, you're three-years old, you deserve some fun! Why don't you help us defeat the zombies?"

"Well, I dunno Zack, maybe cuz it's dangerous!" Chuckie practically yelled.

"Don't be a party pooper, Chuckie," Tommy told his best friend. "C'mon, guys, let's get 'pared to feat the mean old grumpy zombies!"