We are doing 'Once Upon a Matress.' It's definitly beneath us and our talents...but I love my dress so far.
And...THIS is why I don't want to start posting my sequal for TLTT yet. I just took three weeks to finish a three-page chapter. Well...It isn't much, but I hope you guys like it. And this wraps up 'Switched'! (Aside from the epilogue, of course, and I hope that doesn't take me anywhere near as long to finish...)
AND DON'T FORGET: Sign my petition to let Ross and Janice know that we want to see more of the cartoon Chipmunks (and not just the old episodes either...the Chipmunk Adventure needs to be shown on TV as well as the fact that they need to make more).
Switched
Chapter 16: Happy Thanksgiving!
"Oh, David, we thought you weren't going to be coming at all as late as you are!" Miss Miller scolded.
"Sorry Miss Miller," he apologized, carefully stepping out of the way as the trio of girls ran past him, dishes in their arms, in excitement to visit with their true guardian.
"Oh, girls!" She tried to play it cool, but the grin on her face said how much she missed them.
"Where are the boys?" Dave glanced around, wondering why he hadn't been attacked yet.
"Working in the kitchen. Girls, go drop off the food in there and then get straight to work. You know what to do."
"Of course Miss Miller!" they all said cheerily, running in. The boys spun around in surprise at their noisy entrance, but quickly realized that, since the girls were there, Dave had to be there too. They instantly abandoned what they'd been doing and ran for their father.
"Hey fellas," he greeted as he scooped the three up. A quick hug, then he had to set them back down. "The food smells great." He glanced towards Miss Miller who shook her head.
"Your boys are excellent cooks," she said as she sat down. "They said today we relax."
"Oh?"
"Yep!" All three said cheerily.
"So you just sit down and enjoy the aroma," Alvin said as he pulled Dave over to a comfy chair. As soon as they were sure he was comfortable, they darted back into the kitchen. Not a word was spoken about their plot, and not a word would be spoken of it ever again. It had been a success, and that was all they needed to know. Well, other than the fact that Alvin wanted to make sure that Brittany really was just acting and not letting her true feeling mix in during that fake fight.
While Theodore and Eleanor hummed the song they had sung while being distractions at Wal-Mart, Simon and Jeanette couldn't help but let out a short, quiet laugh when they looked at each other. Jack had been a big help, willingly making a complete and total fool of himself to aid their venture.
…X…X…
Simon and Jeanette crouched low in the shadows, watching as Jack snuck over to a closet where he'd obviously hidden something. "I hope you two are ready for the rodeo," he teased as he flung open the door. The two in glasses pressed themselves further back into the shadows as four piglets ran squealing out of the closet.
"Jack! Where'd you get those from?" Simon hissed.
"Roxy's cousin is babysitting them for someone. Apparently they make great pets. Don't know why anyone would want four though…We volunteered to look after them tonight." With that, he motioned for them to get down as he started yelling for some help to recollect the pigs.
Almost instantly every available hand in the studio was after them. At least the little guys were fast. Jeanette was worried about what Jack had done to get them so riled up, but Simon didn't let her stop to think before pulling her into the room and pulling the door almost shut.
"Keep a look out, ok?" Simon whispered to her as he jumped up in a computer chair and hunted down the programs he needed. Sure enough, the polls were rigged. His eyebrows furrowed together as he carefully got rid of the rigging and set the true stats back to where they belonged. In reality, it was 72% for them having Thanksgiving together.
"Simon?" Jeanette called.
"I'm almost done."
"But someone's coming!" He glanced back at her, then to the screen.
"If I don't finish this then this will all have been a waste!"
"If we don't hide now then…"
"I know!" His fingers sped up on the keys as he rushed to get as much done as he could. Jeanette had pushed the door as shut as possible without latching it and had pushed herself into the best hiding spot she could find. He heard the door creak before he heard the person move, and jumped straight under the nearest desk.
"Here piggy, piggy, piggy," the little boy called as he walked gingerly through the room. "Are you in here piggy?"
"Jack! How could you let this happen?" they could hear a girl shouting down the hall.
"Don't let Roxy scare you piggy," the little boy crooned, pausing beside where Simon was hiding. Simon was just about to crawl out and quiet the boy when he peeked under the desk. "Simon!"
"Shh! Tyler! We're here under cover!" The kid stepped back, confused, as Simon jumped out and motioned for Jeanette to shut the door. But it was all too late. Rachel had heard and had come running, and soon behind her Jack and Roxy added to the group. "Shut the door!" Jack instantly obeyed.
"What's going on here?" Rachel demanded.
"Please, quiet!" Jeanette slipped out and glanced around, not sure what to do. "Jeanette, this is Rachel and Tyler, Jack's siblings. And this is Roxy."
"Hi!" Tyler said sweetly.
"How do you do?" Jeanette said politely.
"Jeanette Miller?" Rachel said in response. "Ok…enough is enough. Why are you here?"
"We're here…"
"To un-rig the polls," Simon said honestly. "It was practically opposite of what the truth is!"
"You…prove it!" He walked over to the screen and quickly explained everything, glancing at her every now and then to make sure she was still following. While the other three seemed to get very lost very quickly, Rachel definitely kept up. "How could they? That's so cruel!"
"That's show business," Jack told her.
"Well, hurry up and finish it!" Roxy said. "It won't take forever to round up the piglets." Simon smiled as he continued his work while his newest friends hurried over to guard the door.
"Got it!" Simon said cheerfully. "Now they won't be able to re-rig the poll once we're out of here."
"And you'd better get going," Rachel said. "They just caught the last one!"
"Too late," Jack said. "Through the window you two!" He hopped up and pushed it open, helping Simon through. The chipmunk found something to stand on outside and braced himself as he helped Jeanette through. Jack hopped down as his siblings jumped up to say their farewells.
"Take care," Rachel said as Simon jumped to the ground. Jeanette quickly added her scribbled signature to the picture Tyler was holding out before turning around and reaching out for Simon's waiting arms.
"See you Saturday," the two siblings whispered as Simon helped Jeanette to the ground.
…X…X…
Exactly at five thirty, they all sat down to their meal, the children barely containing their laughter. Perfect turkey, luscious potatoes, and tempting pies cooling on the counter, and the remnants of their plot and how well they'd evaded being caught lingering in their minds.
"This is wonderful!" Miss Miller cooed.
"Absolutely perfect," Dave added.
"So girls, what are you most thankful for today?" The girls glanced at each other with a small giggle.
"Friends," Eleanor started.
"Family," Jeanette added.
"And fans," Brittany finished.
"Um…" Eleanor and Jeanette couldn't help but smile. At least she hadn't said 'fashion' this year.
"What about you boys?" Dave asked.
"Dinner," Theodore cheered.
"Dads," Simon added.
"And siblings," Alvin finished. Dave smiled with surprise, carving out turkey for everyone (except Theodore, who was an avid vegetarian). The children all made quick eye contact with each other, lifting their glasses full of Hawaiian Punch in unison.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" they all cheered.