The next morning, Heat was still asleep, dreaming about his victory last night, when suddenly, a loud siren blared in his ear. BEEP! "Ahhhh!" Heat, jumping five feet up in the air, got tangled in his blanket, and fell out of bed with a CRASH! Looking up, he saw Hiro standing over his, with a giant megaphone. "Get up, sleepyhead!" he yelled into it. "Rise and shine! We need to be ready early today!"
Muttering to himself, Heat drowsily got dressed, then followed Hiro down to breakfast. Seating himself at the poker table, he looked around. Next to him, Tsutamo was gobbling down pancakes, and next to Tsutamo, Strike was yawning. Apparently he had been woken up the same way Heat had. Hiro, being fully awake and ready to roll, placed a bowl of cereal in front of Heat.
Sitting at table, Hiro clapped his hands together. "So, guess what we are doing today?" Hiro said eagerly.
Strike, chewing on a piece of bacon, lazily muttered, "Going back to bed?" Heat, too tired to make a reply, sleepily stirred his cereal around. Tsutamo, however, was interested.
"What are we doing today, Hiro?" he asked his fully awake brother.
"Well, I'll give you a hint: it only comes by once a year, for a week at a time", Hiro said, combing his hair.
"Ooooooh! What is it, tell me!" Tsutamo almost leapt out of his chair in excitement. Strike, already bored, leaned back in his chair, staring out the window. Heat, on the brink of falling asleep, had his head resting on his hand, as he continued to stir his cereal.
"Well", Hiro continued, "where we are going there is cotton candy, balloon animals, popcorn, and just about anything on a stick!"
"What is it! What is it!" Tsutamo said, jumping up and down in his chair. "Please tell me! Please, please, PLEASE!"
"Well, there are go karts, roller coasters, and a shooting gallery…" Strike, now interested, looked over at Hiro. Eager to hear where they were going, both brothers leaned forward. The tension and suspense of the room was suddenly interrupted with a loud PLOP! Everyone looked over to see that Heat's head had landed face first in the cereal, and he was fast asleep. Hiro, turning back to his audience, decided to give in. "We're going to the county fair!"
"WHOOPEE!" yelled Tsutamo, flying out of his seat. "We're going to the fair! We're going to the fair!" he sang.
"Cool", Strike said. "Hey, you hear that!" he yelled in the sleeping Heat's ear. "We're going to the county fair". Heat, still asleep in his cereal, just gargled in reply. "Ah, let's leave without him", Strike said.
"OK!" everyone agreed. Cleaning up, everyone headed out to the garage. Hopping into the driver's seat of Heat's flaming sports car, Strike said to himself "I've always wanted to drive this baby". Placing the key in the ignition, he turned it and started the car.
Now, there is one thing Strike forgot. Never, EVER come between a racer and his car. As soon as the sound of the key turning in the ignition reached Heat's ears, he was out of his seat before anyone could say "He should clean the milk and cereal off of his face first" (OK, so that's a long sentence, but hey, he really should :P).
Strike, attempting to back out of the garage, suddenly saw a ticked off Heat staring at him in the rearview mirror. "Uhhh ohhhhh…" he said quietly.
"JUST WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING! GET OUT OF MY CAR THIS INSTANCE! YOU HAD BETTER NOT HAVE HAD ANY INTENTIONS OF DRIVING MY CAR, OTHERWISE I'LL HAVE TO BURN YOU LIKE KINDLING!"
In an attempt to be funny, Strike nervously laughed and said, "You should wash your face. You've got milk and cereal all over". His attempt backfired.
Flushing with anger, suddenly Heat burst into flame. Tsutamo squeaked in horror, Hiro fainted, and Strike's jaw dropped. After a few seconds of being surround by flames, they suddenly disappeared. Heat looked the same, but the cereal and milk had been burned off. A little more calmly this time, Heat approached Strike's window, flaming hand extended forward. "Can I please have the keys?" he asked, grinning wickedly. Strike, in a state of shock, dumbly nodded his head, and then scooted over to the passenger seat as fast as possible. "Thank you", Heat said, climbing into his car. Backing out of the driveway, Heat hummed a happy little tune, while everyone else was too in shock to respond. After humming for five minutes (and driving through empty streets. Heat hates empty streets. There's no one to cut in front of or weave around :P), Heat turned on the radio. M.C. Hammer's song "Can't Touch This" had just started. Heat happily cranked up the bass, as he sped into busier streets. The bass beat rocked the car, and Tsutamo and Hiro were thrown out of their seats (Strike just reclined in his chair, being used to a loud, heavy bass beat. He listens to music three times the volume of what Heat had it at). Driving along the median to save time, Heat nearly hit several cars, and, whenever he felt like taking a risk, he'd swerve into oncoming traffic. Some random driver shook his fist at Heat, yelling a boat load of swear words. Heat just stuck his head out and window and yelled back sarcastically "Okay, you have a great day too!"
"Keep your eyes on the road!" Hiro screamed, clinging to the back of Heat's chair as though he was holding on for his life.
Heat looked ahead. A semi was coming right at them! Yanking the steering wheel as far to the right as possible, Heat got the car out of the truck's way in the nick of time. Arriving in front of a very large amusement park, Heat cut a car off and stole their parking spot.
Tsutamo, though shaking after the violent car ride, was still excited to be there. Stumbling out of the car, he spotted a nearby cotton candy stand. "Oooooh! Cotton candy! Can we get some!" he asked excitedly.
Hiro, turning green at the mere mention of food, ran to the closest garbage can, and threw up.
Strike, producing a few bucks from him pocket, gave them to an ecstatic Tsutamo, who then proceeded to skip wobbly off to the cotton candy stand. Turning to Heat, Strike said "Man, the energy of that kid! You'd think he lived off of…"
Heat, cowboy hat on his head, ran past Strike, yelling at the top of his lungs "Last one to the roller coaster is a rotten egg!"
"…tons of sugar…", Strike finished, dazed. Shaking his head, Strike walked over to Hiro. "Yo, Mr. Narcissi, time to finish your barfing so we can go on some rides (in case you don't know, narcissi is when someone is in love with themselves :) ).
Hiro straightened up, wiping his mouth on a tissue. Then, after gargling with mouthwash (I have no idea where he got it from), he whipped out his mirror and proceeded to comb his hair. "There! All done!" he exclaimed as he stashed his mirror back in his shirt. However, he was then immedeatly grabbed by the shirt by Strike and hauled over to a haunted house.
