Chapter 3- Gift

The days passed quickly and Tommy still didn't know what to do or say about his broken keyboard which we already know cost his dad 500 bucks!. On and on thoughts of his father's screams remained in his head, screams that he did not want to hear...at least not in reality.

"You!" Tommy's dad turned red and his mother was in the background crying. Tommy ran up to his room. His dad broke the door open, wood chips flying everywhere. Tommy confessed:

"I broke it dad! I broke the keyboard" he broke out in sobs. Ash, Tommy's father...erm if you forgot looked at his son furiously and started whacking him with his piano books.

"Heyy!"cried Tommy. May his mother weeped harder.

"Now we have to live in the streets!"

"Aww, come on mom!" screamed Tommy, "You're all overeacting...right?"

Tommy's clothes all of a sudden became rags, the house disapeared and Pichu was lying on the ground.

"Pichu!" Tommy screamed like crazy.

"Its too late son! If you didn't brake the keyboard then we could've had money to take him to the centre!"

"But..but thats free!"

"It's not anymore...ever since you broke you're keyboard!"cried May.

"But that's free!"cried Tommy. Tommy couldn't take it anymore and broke out into sobbs.

He stopped thinking and started crying from the thought of the whole thing actually coming true.

"Hey, whats all this?" whispered Ash. He went to his son and hugged him. Pichu pointed at the broken keyboard.

"pi-pi-pi chuu!"

Tommy sobbed and wiped his eyes.

"I broke it dad,"

"You broke what?" asked his dad calmly.

"I broke the keyboard,"sobbed Tommy and continued to cry.

"That's ok son,"

Tommy was surprised to hear a that's ok.

"So," continued Tommy Lee, "We're not gonna live on the streets, or not be able to take pichu to the centre or not be able to buy new clothes?" Tommy's dad laughed.

"Live on the streets?" he laughed so hard tears came out of his eyes. "Of course not, its just a keyboard, come downstairs I have something better than a keyboard."

Tommy sighed --what a relief!

His dad continued to smile and told Tommy to cover his eyes.

"Now...open them"

Tommy Lee opened his eyes and saw a huge grand piano right in front of him.

"Happy 11th Birthday, son" Ash looked at his son teary-eyed.

"This is soo awsome!" Tommy was speechless after that and ran to the piano, touching the keys and the soft coushin that was on the seat, his seat. May caught a glimpse of her son and smiled. he's so happy...

"Dad, can you wait a minute?"

"Sure Tommy, anything on your birthday."

Tommy quickly ran up the stairs and got the piece from 3D Mall.

"What's that?" asked Ash.

"O, thats the piece I bought for Tommy 2 days ago." answered May. Tommy held "Just My Luck" in his hand and proceeded to the piano...his piano.

"He's gonna play it?" asked Ash. May shrugged and held her husband's hand. Out of nowhere, Tommy Lee began to play the piece but...I didn't even look at the notes yet...this piece must be magic. After he finished he took a bow.

"Now that..." sighed his father, "was amazing."

"Yes," said May proudly, "Amazing."

Tommy smiled and gave his parent's huge hugs.

"This," sighed Tommy Lee, "is the best birthday I ever had!"

His parents smiled and went back to their work. Tommy decided to stay in the family room and practise. practise makes perfect, pratise makes perfect.

He finally got "Just My Luck", but this time on his own. He streched his arms and touched the cover to close the piano, but...something caught his attention...two dice.

---I wonder where these things came from.

He picked them up and rolled them,

"whoo--hoo, snake-eye!"

But whoo-hoo was the wrong statement. Pichu ran down the stairs and into Tommy's arms.

"Whats wrong pichu?"

"Pi," pichu pointed at the snake-eye, and the piano began to play "Just My Luck" by itself.

"Whoa," screamed Tommy. "What's happening!"

"Mom! DAD!" he screamed, but they were nowhere in sight. Tommy ran to the kitchen and found a doll that looked just like his mom on the ground.. He picked it up and ran to the garage, "DAD!"

Instantly he spotted a doll that looked just like his dad, on the computer chair. did the song turn them into dolls?---but...what about me?

Tommy ran back to the piano and carefully lay the two dolls in the chair chest. He looked up and bit-his lip, a portal stood in front of him and a mysterious voice began to speak. Pichu and Tommy instantly became frightened.

"Welcome," said the voice, "to... Mezomariy Las Vegas..."