A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for the long absence, I was having major writers block and school has been so crazy, especially my chemistry honors class…. whew…ever since first marking period ended they've gone crazy with a workload. So I hope this chapter will do. I have a lot of new ideas so more chapters should be coming shortly. I apologize for not updating. I will really try to do better. I hope you don't mind that this chapter is a little short. I also just wanted to say that EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED MY STORY ROCKS! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Enjoy!

A: (throws screwdriver at Erik)

E: Ow!

A: My deepest regrets father, I was performing a science experiment.

E: By throwing a screwdriver at my head?

A:I wasn't aiming for you daddy; I was aiming at that stand behind you.

E: (suddenly notices target directly behind him).

A: It's not my fault you got in the way. It's physics, you see---

E: I DON'T CARE! Let me work on your playground in peace.

A: Fine, I do not know why you act so immature in such silly situations.

E: (shakes his head in disbelief).

C:(enters workroom)Guess what Amber?

A: What?

C: I've decided that you can have the party here!

A: How wonderful!

E: Party?

A: My birthday party daddy.

C: Erik, you didn't forget Amber's birthday did you?

E: uhhhh…No…

C: (glares)

E: No really, I knew.

C: (rolls eyes)

E: So we're holding it here…

C: Yep. About 20 of Amber's closest friends will be here.

E: We are not inviting little lemon.

A: (whines) Why? I love little lemon!

E: She's an evil dictator who has almost taken over the world, NO.

C: I don't see a reason why she can't come.

E: Why me? (Faints girlishly).

(Day of party. Little lemon arrives with the phantomlover cult closely in tow)

E: (stands guard at the door)I will not allow you to come in this house—

C: Hi girls! (pushes Erik aside and ushers the girls in) We're waiting in the living room for all the guests to arrive. We'll start the games right away.

(a few minutes later a piñata is set up)

E: Are you sure it's a good idea to blindfold 5 year-olds on a sugar high, give them a bat, spin them around, and then let them go?

C: I don't see what could go wrong.

A: I shall go first since I'm the birthday girl!

C: Ok honey!

Little lemon: just wait 'till I get that bat…(snickers menacingly)

E: (glances nervously around and desperately tries to save his precious inventions as Amber swings the bat around randomly almost impaling him in the face.)

(Amber has no success)

C: Ok who's next?

E: You mean they all get to go? (Tiredly looks at room filled with 5-year olds just waiting to cause havoc.)

Finally after all the girls have gone and basically destroyed the living room, (except for little lemon, Erik refused to give her the bat and used his height to his advantage) and the phantomlover cult has basically taken everything Erik has ever used, it is time for pin the tail on the donkey.

E: We're giving them sharp objects now? I don't understand how these are kid games, they seem so dangerous.

Little lemon: YAY SHARP OBJECTS!

E: (ignores little lemon) I've never played these games before aren't they just teaching kids violence?

C: Of course you never played these games, unlike my wonderful happy childhood with my loving father; your mom hated you, and you had no friends.

E: (sarcastically) Thanks for being so sensitive. (Dodges a pin).

C: It's almost time for cake everyone!

5-year olds (with pins): (scream at the top of their lungs) YEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH!

E: Are you kidding me? More sugar? (broods in a corner).