SOLDIER Bros.: Chp 2
"Look over there!", Zack said, pointing to a warehouse near the park.
"So? It's the old abandoned warehouse. What's wrong?", Cloud asked.
"Oh! I see!", Aeris chirped. "The door's open! And there are boxes inside!".
"Let's check it out", Vincent suggested.
The gang ran over to the warehouse and pressed their backs against the wall. Zack and Cloud peeked inside to see if anyone was there. When they saw that the close was clear, everyone crowded into the building. There were boxes full of streamers and balloons piled around and tables and chairs scattered everywhere. Red sniffed the air and smiled.
"I smell food!", he announced. "This way!".
Red ran around a corner of piled boxes and right into a box of fruits. Apples and peaches spilt out of the box and rolled onto the ground.
"Hey! What do you guys think you're doing?", a voice yelled. Red froze and looked around.
"Who said that?", Zack shouted back.
Two Turks walked into the warehouse and glared angrily at the intruders.
"What are you doing in here?", Rude asked.
"That food is for the guests!", Reno growled. "Get away from it!".
Red and the gang backed up a few steps and looked blankly at the Turks.
"What guests?", Zack asked.
Rude held up one of the red crescent moon shaped papers.
"Do you have one of these?", he asked. The group shook their head.
"Then this food is not for you", Reno said.
"So that paper is an invitation for a party?", Aeris asked. The Turks nodded.
"And you're in our way! Get out!", Reno scolded.
Everyone left the warehouse, frowning.
"I want to go to the party…", Yuffie whined.
"So do we", everyone said in unison.
"But how do we get an invitation?", Zack asked.
Back in the warehouse, Reno was instructing a couple of people where to take the tables they were holding.
"In the corner, over there", he dictated.
Behind him, Rude was happily drumming on a set of new drums and crashing the cymbals. He was enjoying himself. Reno was beginning to feel annoyed with all of this noise.
"Will you cut that out, you bonehead!", Reno shouted, clearly annoyed.
Rude froze and frowned. Rude may have been tough and all, but he was still sensitive to the term "bonehead" and somehow, Reno had forgotten about that. Rude began to look really, really depressed.
'Oops!', Reno thought to himself. 'If Rude is sad, then I won't have a drummer!'.
Reno casually strolled over to Rude. "Hey, buddy", he said. Rude did not look up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, pal. You know that. In fact, I love your drumming! Keep up the good work! Hey, whatever makes you happy, makes me happy, okay?".
Life was restored to Rude as he resumed drumming. Reno's eye twitched each time Rude crashed another cymbal. The truth was, Rude was not that good at playing the drums, but Reno could not get a real drummer on such short notice.
"We may be happy, but my ears are miserable", Reno sighed as he walked off to help with the decorations.
Outside, Cloud and the gang were sitting on a bench in the park, contemplating on how to get an invitation. Just then, the wind blew and one of the invitations flew by.
"There's one!", Yuffie called out, pointing at the beautiful red paper.
The group jumped up and ran after it as fast as they could.