Dikdiks Don't Play Tea Party

By Fanficworm

Epilogue: Back to Normal…?

Ah, there was nothing like being back home with the family. Finally, Trixie's jury duty was over and she could spend time back with the people she missed during that week she was away. And not a moment too soon, too. A lot had happened in her absence, a lot that she just couldn't understand. Terry would now pale at the sight of tea, Jesse was rolling in money for some reason, and Cassidy had a fancy new makeup set from Dik Dik.

It wasn't just Trixie's family affected by this epidemic, either. From what Roxanne and Kiki told her, 'Taro was also in the money, Kid Muscle looked as if he'd been hit by a hail of barbells, Checkmate and Perceval slept almost non-stop, and Victoria received a tonne of new ribbons (also from Dik Dik). Dik Dik himself and Kid Muscle seemed to be hiding blackmail. The only people she and the girls left behind who looked to still be relatively normal were Wally and Meat.

This was just too weird.

Trixie looked at Terry's sleeping pyjama-clad figure lying beside her on the king-sized bed. She smiled as she kissed his forehead and fingered the beautiful diamond choker Terry gave her when she arrived. "Thanks for the necklaces, though, Terr Bear. Dunno where or how you got them, but thanks."

Terry groaned and shifted farther onto his side of the bed. She never could get him to wake up from a good sleep. Trixie chuckled, ruffled that soft blond hair she'd loved so much since she first laid eyes on him. Better let him lie, then.

She took the remote from her bed table. Maybe some mindless TV would help her get her mind off the weirdness level in the Kenyon household.

"And Doom and Gloom keep their lightweight tag team title!" Mac Metaphor's voice blared. Onscreen, two ominous-looking men dressed entirely in black stood victorious over their opponents, proudly holding up their championship belt for all the roaring audience to see. They exited the arena silently, as always, and left the commentators with their final remarks for the night.

"Another great fight, wouldn't you say, Doc?"

"Right you are, Mac! Though watching Doom and Gloom fight always gives me a slight case of the shivers."

Mac smiled at the camera. "Well, here's some exclusive footage from two anonymous sources that'll take your mind off them, and it involves some of our senior members, too." He motioned at the instant replay screen. "Let's take a look-see, shall we?"

Trixie could not believe her eyes. The camera cut to Victoria's room seen from above (the attic hole, maybe?), and the camcorder used to film the footage focused down on the people gathered around her tea table.

What happened to them?

Terry, Kid Muscle, Wally, Dik Dik and Checkmate, along with Victoria and Cassidy had all gathered around the little tea table. All except Wally sat on little wooden stools and all except Victoria and Cassidy wore ridiculous amounts of makeup and knotted pink and lavender ribbons (though Dik Dik only wore blue ones, for reasons unknown to Trixie). She covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Was Dik Dik wearing Victoria's crown?

She grinned, finally getting the situation. Thank goodness Terry didn't watch Doom and Gloom's matches since they pulled that prank on him, because if he saw this, whoever filmed them would be in for a heap of pain. This footage was of a tea party where the guests had to dress up. That explained Terry's sudden tea phobia. And Dik Dik must've sent those gifts to keep the girls from telling everyone about their little makeovers!

The camera focussed on Terry (sporting many braids tied with knotted pink ribbons) taking a sip of his imaginary tea. "Yeah, and it's a plumb lucky thing there ain't no photographers here." He sniggered. "Where'd they be spyin' on us, anyhoo? The attic hole? I don't think so."

Terry—the one beside her—stretched and rubbed his bleary eyes. He looked at Trixie, a little confused. "Why're you watchin' Doom and Gloom's match, Trix?"

Trixie plastered on a smile. Maybe if she stalled him long enough, he'd go back to sleep. He had too hard a day to be able to handle this. "Well, um, I couldn't sleep so I—"

Too late. Terry looked at the TV, shock and horror written all over his face when he realised it wasn't Doom and Gloom's match Trixie was watching.

"Hear, hear!" the TV resounded.

"People are really gonna pay to see them like this?" an all-too-familiar voice whispered off screen, probably belonging to the person holding the camcorder.

"Yeah! A whole bunch! Now hush up and keep on tapin'!"

That…that was Jesse's voice! And that other person who spoke before… that was 'Taro! The money, the disappearance at the tea party… They were the "two anonymous sources"! Terry seemed to figure it out, too. And judging by the wide eyes, the shallow breathing and the way he shook his head slightly from side to side… Uh-oh. This didn't look good.

"So that's where they were that night…"

Trixie turned off the TV and attempted to settle Terry down. "Now Terry, calm down. Breathe deep. Remember what your therapist said? Besides, it's late and he's only five and—"

He flashed a smile at Trixie, not seeming to hear her at all. "'Scuse me while I take care of somethin', Trix." Pyjamas and all, he stormed out of bed and out the door, a murderous look in his eyes. "JESSE JOSHUA KENYON, YOU HAVE A HEAP OF EXPLAININ' TO DO, BOY!"

She followed Terry out, prepared to defend their son but knowing her efforts wouldn't pay off. Whenever Terry called Jesse "Boy", everyone knew Jesse was in for it. No, not abuse or anything—Terry would never stoop that low—but he had his ways..

Trixie quickened her pace. "TERRY! GO EASY ON HIM!"

Run, Jesse, run.