This chapter was SUPPOSED to be dedicated to newspaper, but I had no idea how to write something like that, so I skipped that.
Credit to Destiny Willowleaf for providing me with the idea!
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35: The Party
A social gathering of invited guests, typically involving eating, drinking, and entertainment.
"Uh, um, Jillie?" Waddle Doo asked.
"Yes?" Jillie asked back.
"You...well, did you have any parties before?"
"Many. Many of them were Death Anniversaries, though... It would be a sad party where everyone would keep quiet, and only talk if necessary. Many ghosts would mourn on that very day. My Death Anniversary is shared with someone else, though, someone who I am not particularly fond of."
"Who?"
"Mrs. Bunkar. She's an orange Bonkers but she's terribly annoying. On her—and my—Death Anniversary she would have a completely self-pity party. It would be annoying all the time and most of the time, we would only hold a Death Anniversary for me and not for her, and just allow her to oversleep, which she always does. She never wakes up until the party is over," Jillie replied.
"...Is today any special day?" Waddle Doo asked further.
Jillie blinked. Her Death Anniversary wasn't coming until three months. Haddle only came this year, so it couldn't be his Recruit Anniversary. Haddle's wings also were only developed recently. Waddle Doo's Recruit Anniversary had passed already, and Bandana Dee's Recruit Anniversary was on the very first day of the year, which meant it had passed and was coming in four months. Jillie also joined them just year—after Haddle, even. Giggle was also found this year.
"Um...no, I don't think?"
"...Jillie, when were you born?"
"...The thirteenth of august?"
"I wonder what's today."
Jillie consulted a nearby clock. "It's the thirteenth of august, Waddle Doo."
"Yeah, and there's an event today, isn't there?"
"Thirteenth of august? ...Oh, it's my birthday!"
"You're slow to catch on," Waddle Doo said dryly. "You can't even remember your own birthday. ...Whatever. Happy birthday, Jillie."
"What about a party? Is there any party?" Jillie asked eagerly.
"Yes, there is, at the Dragon Kennel, where Giggle is staying. Bandana Dee and Haddle are preparing for the party and I had to make you guess it was your birthday."
"I'm sorry about that part," Jillie apologized, floating forward eagerly. She loved parties, and it had been so long since she had celebrated her birthday. All the ghosts were grumpy and didn't care. "Usually no one celebrates my birthday. NO ONE. They're that mean."
Waddle Doo shrugged. "Wasn't exactly my intention. Bandana Dee made me do it."
"Bandana Dee is a kind soul!"
"I shall disagree with you there."
When they took a step inside the Dragon Kennel, there was a burst of streamers and a loud cackle from Bandana Dee (who was disguised). "Happy birthday Jillie!" he yelled, handing her his wrapped up present.
Haddle, less enthusiastic, blew into his party horn. "Happy birthday," he said, a little lamely, passing Jillie a small wrapped up box.
"Again, happy birthday!" Waddle Doo shouted, throwing the box containing his present at Jillie. Unfortunately, Jillie was a ghost and had the instinct to turn intangible at that moment. The box crashed against the wall with a WHAM!. "Oops. Never mind. It's not fragile."
"Happy birthday," Giggle said happily. He plucked out one of his silver scales and handed it to the ghost. "I can't get much, being a dragon. This is the best I can get."
And after that, they spent the rest of the day in the Dragon Kennel, completely ignoring their duties, and played monopoly.