As the sun finally set, the birthday party of Turaga Dume was in full swing. Fireworks, big and small, were going off and the festivities were well underway. A group of Matoran came in, staggering under the load of a huge birthday-cake, all one hundred and eleven candles already lit. Others, including Takua, were dancing to music being played by the band. Turaga Dume meanwhile was greeting his guests inside the marquee.
A lone Ta-Matoran, sitting at one of the long tables, kept sidelong glancing at some Matoran-lasses dancing. He was a handsome-looking Ta-Matoran with yellow feet, and legs, a red body, arms and hands and a bright yellow Hau.
His name was Jaller.
Takua took a break from dancing to join his friend. He had noticed his best friend's nervous glaces at the girls but was a bit too shy to go up and ask one of them to dance. "Go on Jaller!" Takua insisted, "Ask the girls for a dance!"
"I think I'll just have more juice," Jaller said getting up.
"Oh no you don't!" Takua said grabbing his friend's arm and taking the cup from him. "Go on!"
He pushed Jaller to the dance floor and into one of the girl's arms. She looked surprised at frist but then smiled and started dancing with Jaller clumsily fallowing. Takua laughed aloud at the sight.
He leaned back just in time to see a firework explode over the party field, like a huge glittering umbrella in the night sky which changed into spears and whizzes away into the distance.
Nuparu certainly knows how to make fireworks, Takua thought with a smile
Some feet away, Turaga Dume could be heard telling stories of his past adventures to the children gathered at his feet.
"There I was," he was saying "At the mercy of three monstrous Krekkas! And they were all arguing amongst themselves about how they were going to cook us, whether it be turned on a spit or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly." There was a bit a snicker heard from that but there was also some gasping "They spent so much time arguing the wither-tos and why-fors, that the sun's first light cracked over the top of the trees—poof!" The children gasped "And turned them all to stone!"
Meanwhile, Takanuva, laughing, left from the fireworks cart with more fireworks, ready to be lit.
While he left, a young Matoran peeked from behind the tent next to the cart. He wore a dark orange Kakama and had dark orange feet and legs. His body, arms and hands however were a tan white; meaning he was a Po-Matoran.
His name was Hewkii.
He quickly signaled his friend to get onto the cart. She came out of the tent and quickly jumped into the cart. She was more different from Hewkii and the other Ta-Matoran.
She wore a blue Huna that was the same color has her feet and legs. Her body, arms and hands were also blue only lighter. She was a Ga-Matoran.
She was known as Macku.
Macku grabbed a huge red Hikaki-shaped firework and disappeared inside the tent with it. Hewkii nonchalantly chewed a Bula, and strolled after her.
Back at the marquee, Dume went on greeting guests. He smiled when he saw Nixie with her ten children. He greeted her and jokingly asked if all the children were hers. Nixie just laughed and nodded,
"Good gracious. You have been productive!" Dume said then let Nixie pass on
Suddenly Dume's ears are assailed by a familiar strident voice.
"A-A-Amaya!"
Quickly the good Turaga holed up behind a tent fold.
Back at Hewkii and Macku's hiding place in the tent. Macku finally managed to get their firework ready to light up. Unfortunately, Macku lit the fuse.
Hewkii, who was holding the firework steady, pushed it to Macku while saying, "You're supposed to stick it in the ground!"
"It is in the ground," Macku said passing it back to Hewkii like a hot potato
"Outside!"
"It was your idea!"
Just then the firework exploded upward, throwing them on to the ground and taking the tent up with it.
High above the crowd, it bursted into the shape of a flaming Hikaki, turned and swooped slowly towards the merrymakers. The Matoran made a hurried attempt to get out of the way.
Takua, finally seeing the flaming Hikaki, started shepherding Dume out of the way. "Grandpa? Watch out for the Hikaki!"
Dume shook his head, not noticing the flaming Hikaki. "Nonsense! There hasn't been a Hikaki in the—"
Takua finally pushed his father to the ground. The Hikaki swooped low over the Matoran's heads, flies off and bursts into a beautiful finale over the the Charred Jungle. Forgetting the frighting experiece, the Matoran clapped and cheered.
Hewkii and Macku, now covered in soot, gazed proudly at their accomplishment. Until someone came up behind them and grabbed them each by their masks.
"Hewkii and Macku, I might have known," came the amused voice of Takanuva.
