Chapter Eight: The Suite Life

All of the Ham-hams either stood or sat in the lobby of the big hotel in Arlington. Maxwell and Sandy were at the desk, checking if the reservation information was correct.

"I wish they'd hurry up," Cappy groaned to Penelope, who impatiently fidgeted too.

"Guys, settle down," said Panda, who grabbed his little brother's arm.

"But, Panda..." both children whined.

"Enough," Pashmina said, gently.

Moments later, they walked back with a piece of paper and many key cards.

"Finally..." both kids sighed, getting firm taps on the head from their older siblings.

"Alright. Panda and Cappy will be in room 15. Boss, Howdy, Dexter, and Jingle are in room 17. Hamtaro, Oxnard, and Snoozer will be in room 19. Bijou, Pashmina, and Penelope will be in room 16. Max and I will get rooms 20 and 21, and Stan gets room 18 with... Uh-oh. Maxy...?" Sandy waved to her fiancée to come closer.

"What's wrong?"

"Stan and Candace are in the same room...You know that spells trouble," she whispered.

"Well, Candace and I could always trade rooms..."

-.-.-.

"No, Max! It's totally cool. I'll keep Stan in line," Candace said as they approached the rooms.

"If you say so..." Maxwell said, handing her the other key card.

Meanwhile...

"Sandy, who am I rooming with? You never said," Stan brought up.

"Maxy, of course."

"But, I thought he had a room to himself."

"Well, you were originally going to room with Candace, but we decided to trade, for erm...reasons." his sister put nicely.

"Aww man! I coulda been with a real hottie all weekend!" Stan whined.

"Exactly. That's why we switched." Stan sulked the rest of the way to his room.

-.-.-.

Once he got to his room, Stan slowly inserted the card into the slot on the door. A green light lit up and he pulled down on the handle, opening the door. Slowly wheeling his suitcase into the room, he grumbled,

"Sorry, Max. I was talking to my sis about the new room arrangements, and- You're not Max!"

Candace sat on her bed with a big binder and was on the phone. She held up a finger to Stan.

"Okay. They need to be delivered on Saturday at ten a.m. Alright. I'll tell them. No, I'm the groom's cousin. Yeah. Than-Q. Bye." She hung up. "What was that, Stan?"

"Ugh... never mind." He grinned. 'Yus!'

Later...

"So, what's in the binder?" Stan asked.

"All of the stuff and information for the wedding. Here, have a look." She tossed it to him.

As he looked through the pages and pages of stuff, he found out that Sandy and Maxwell were getting married at a chapel a few blocks away, the cake would be chocolate with raspberry icing, the flowers would only cost fifty-seven ninety-five, and they hired a well-known radio DJ for the reception.

"Sweet." Stan tossed it back. "It must've took you a long time to get all of this set up and everything."

Candace blushed. "Yeah. But, it's totally worth it... So, you havin' a party for Max?"

"Mmhm. Tonight, in fact. You havin' one for Sandy?"

"Yup. Ours is tonight too."

"Aww... I was gonna invite you to ours!" Stan whined, jokingly. Candace laughed.

"Sorry, Stan. Besides, Sandy told me to tell you to keep the stripping and drinking to a minimum and not to let the party get too out of control."

"Aww... What kinda bachelor party doesn't have lotsa booze? At least we can still hire a stripper..." Stan joked. Candace remained quiet. She looked a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm gonna take a shower..." she said slowly.

"Can I come?"

"In your dreams," she replied, playfully slapping him as she walked to the bathroom.

"Are you sure?"

Candace turned around, walked towards him and gently pulled on a few of his whiskers.

"Yes," she firmly said, letting go. "Perv," she scoffed under her breath, laughing as Stan rubbed his cheek.