Author's Notes: It's that time – one year has passed for them now and that can only mean one thing. Warning: this chapter is a bit longer than the others but is STILL worth reading like all the others...enjoy!

Entertain Me

29th May 2021

Kyle's POV

Note-to-self – never EVER try and put party banners across the ceilings and walls, especially at this height. Who would have thought a so-called 'simple little' job of decorating the living room, dining room, kitchen AND garden would take BOTH of us a combined total of about 3 hours. Ha, I guess that shows you just how much me and Stan are lacking in the decorating department, though it's a good thing our knowledge isn't limited to the boys' bedroom, that would have been a nightmare if that had gone pear-shaped. Anyway, it's done – everything's set and we've still got about an hour until the first group of guests and their families arrive for the party.

I guess me and Stan have been looking forward to celebrating the twin's first birthday here for a few months now and I'm sure the boys are just as (if not more) excited. The sun's already starting to go down in the late afternoon sky and it's only about six in the evening. The ground floor of the house is looking a lot more colourful with all the decorations and stuff and all it needs now is some guests to get this party into full swing. We've already got everything sorted in terms of entertainment and food. If Kenny's not doing his usual professional cookery of a thousand meals and not showing off just how good he is at making everyone laugh, I'm sure there'll be plenty of things to pass the time. Good thing we bought Daniel and Miles this brand new massive play area for them in the corner of the living room. Hopefully, when those two get some company to be with later on tonight, they won't be bored as well. Right then, all that's left is just to wait.

1 Hour Later

BING-BONG-BING the doorbell jingles – indicating to both of us that our first guests have arrived. Stan, who's been sat on the couch with a bored look on his face for the past 59 minutes and 59 seconds rushes to the door to answer it. And the first few words from his voice indicate who gets the title of first turner-uppers.

Stan's POV

"Mom...dad, you made it." I say as I'm immediately grabbed, hugged and kissed by my parents. After a long hug and trade of kisses on the cheek, I take hold of the two large presents they have hold of and place them under my arms. They may be getting on in their age, but they still have the strength to embrassingly hug me in places where ANYONE can see. Before I start my speech, I look over at my sister (cough BRACES cough) who is STILL obessed with her MP5 Cellphone and doesn't even bother to say hello to her own brother...BITCH. Anyway..."How was your trip down to LA – you didn't get lost did you?"

"Oh heavens no, sweetie." Mom replies to which she gives dad an unusually strange look. "But SOME people here thought it was necessary to stop by and have the odd drink half-way...especially when THEY'RE the one who's driving."

"Dad, you just can't go without at least 1 drink can you?" I say to which I look at my dad who shows no sign of embarassment or even guilt.

"Hey look, it's my thing, alright. I'm sure ONE drink isn't gunna affect anything."

"Randy, you had 3 beers...in one go." To which my hand spreads across my face as my mom lays down the reality. "Anyway, enough of that, may we come in son?"

"Absolutely – the boys are just through there in the living room." And just as I watch as my parents rush in to probably hug the life out of little Daniel, I start to close the door to which the door stops short. Something's blocking it from closing properly. And as I peak around the door again to see what's up, I realise that HE'S here once again when I least expect it.

"Ah there you are, there's my grand-son – hiding behind the door like he's afraid of something." Oh you have no idea Grandpa.

The weekend is back,
But so is he.
Head to the floodlights,
See the fraternity.
They're waiting.

"Oh, hey Grandpa, didn't expect you here." Yep, even if he is STILL alive at an amazing 120+ age, he still surprises me with his presence. He's hardly changed since I was a little boy – still as old, still as open-minded, still as rude and still...well...y'know

"I'd never miss my great grand-son's birthday. Y'know, I'm very proud of you Billy."

"Stan." Jesus tap-dancing Christ, he STILL hasn't got my name right even when I'm in my twenties now whilst he's in his ONE HUNDRED and twenties. Without even asking, Grandpa drives his wheelchair into the front room. After mom and dad say hi to Kyle and whatnot and after Grandpa gives him the usual grandparent treatment (don't ask), it's not long before those three are leaning over the plastic wall of the play area and are looking down at little Daniel who gives those three an odd look as he has light hold of his little teddy bear.

"THERE HE IS – there's my great grand-son. He's looking mighty good, my little Billy."

"Ummmmm, Grandpa his name ISN'T Billy, it's Daniel." I say very carefully slowly so that his 120-sumin hair-filled ears hear it properly THIS time.

"Goddam it Billy, I know my great grand-son's name, so don't start talking to me again like I'm 12!" It's pointless trying to explain anything to Grandpa – it's like talking to a thick brick wall here. "I may be way older than what you'll ever be, but let me tell you something pecker-face..." Oh God, here we go again. "I've lived through one of the worst wars this country has ever been a part of..."

"Yes Grandpa I know."

"...and I watched as my fellow soldiers got shot on the battlefield and in the air."

"Yes I know."

"...so don't you ever GODDAM talk to me like I'm a little kid because I'm a grown man." Yeh, a grown...OLD man that is. And as my dad gives Grandpa a thorough talking-to just as mom picks Daniel up and starts giving him the usual funny baby-faces, Kyle grabs my hand and drags me into the kitchen.

"Let's get away from that for the time being." Kyle says to which I nod in agreement. "Dam your family are chaotic."

"What, and yours aren't?"

"I'm not saying they're not, but I hope this won't be the case when MY parents and brother start buzzing around Miles like flies when they're here."

"Ah don't worry, I'm sure they're not as bad." Kyle gives me a odd-looking raise of the brow which can only mean one thing. "Oh...well...I'm sure they're not as bad...much."

I hear them up in the north,
Down in the south.
All that is spewing,
Spewing out of his mouth.

It isn't long before all our other guests arrive. Not only do the usual faces that we see everyday turn up, but a few old class-mates of ours from the elementary days turn up from all across the country. After a bit of persuading and some payments of their train or plane tickets over here to LA, I'm glad to say they're all here. So, let's go through the list of old class-mates that are here and how their lives ended up – the good, the bad and the ugly. Craig still lives in South Park and has a normal job working as the head of security at a local supermarket. Clyde's moved one state over to Kansas and is working in some random financing office. Tweek still has the craziness of his child-hood still in him, but that hasn't stopped him from continuing his dad's coffee company and turning into a successful-running business all around the World – Starbucks, your time has come! He lives in Texas at the moment – probably drinking coffee from out one of those 10K dollar coffee machines. Token has become a very well-known but controversial lawyer in Florida – being only one of the few lawyers nowadays who hasn't got a history of major scandals behind him. Jimmy's turned professional with his comedy and he lives up North in California – he has his own stand-up and sketch show on KBSM every Thursday Night – Kyle's been begging him to sign for another two series - people just can't get enough of that guy. Bebe is another who still lives in South Park – working at her own salon she started. And…ummmmmm…that's pretty much everyone I can think of at this moment in time. They all arrive with their families and each carrying one or even two presents which by now; have made a present mountain by the corner of the living room. Apart from them, Kyle's family and some work colleagues have been kind enough to come. Well then, that only leaves four people who haven't arrived yet. I better start making our guests feel comfortable and welcomed here.

Kyle's POV

As soon as my mom and dad have finished squeezing the life out of me and Miles with their hugs and as soon as my brother Ike has finished joking about the assholes he's had to put up with THIS week at college, it's not long before the doorbell rings again for the penultimate time this evening. And there standing in the outside door-frame, are Butters and Bradley in smart-casual wear – with Butters holding their little one year old blond-haired son, Alex, in his arm. Butters starts pointlessly apologizing about being so late – making sure he doesn't drop little Alex in the process. And after a quick welcoming and introduction to where the party-food and other guests are for Butters and Bradley, Stan and I meanwhile start pondering at what the hell is keeping Kenny from arriving.

"20 bucks says he's drunk."

"25 says he's reading too much."

"50 says he crashed his car." BING, the last possible possibility makes us both laugh. Knowing Kenny, he never takes driving seriously like us – it's always a bit of a fun, games and play when Kenny's yer' chauffeur for the night.

Entertain me! Entertain me!
Entertain me! Entertain me...

BING-BONG-BING! THANK GOD – he's here. With Stan trapped in a circle of people that he's having to talk to, I break away from my crowd of talkers eventually and I make my way to the door. Opening it, there he stands with an excuseable innocent face.

"Sorry I'm late...I guess browsing through a magazine section of yer' library can take so much time away."

"Yeh...SURE it can." Dressed in a casual black T-Shirt, dark Jeans and...URRRK...still messed-up blond hair, Kenny hands me a 16x16x12 inch box. The weight of it catches me by surprise and my hands start to grip tight on the bottom of the paper-wrapped box. "I see you've brought quite a heavy present for our boys."

"OH NO, that's not for them – THAT'S for you and Stan later on..." What? A present for us? On our sons' birthday? What's he up to?

"So...where's the present I HOPE...you brought for the boys?"

Kenny starts looking left out to the drive-way and to the iron gates which are still open. Some large vehicle figure starts moving into the court and down the drive-way. That familar reversing sound starts beeping and that can only mean one thing. "Ah...here it is – right on time."

"What the hell?" I've heard of toy trucks...but this is ridiculous...right?

"Alright boys..." Kenny shouts to the front of the large vehicle. "...just drop it off here – I'll take it from here!"

"You got it Mr. McCormick!" The voice of the driver is followed by some kind of lever clicking into place. The back of the vehicle starts to move and two massive robotic arm machines start moving into the now-open cargo bit of the vehicle. Out of the black darkness of the back pops a HUGE wrapped box with a light blue bow wrapped at the top. The robotic arms move the box out, up and back down onto the cobbled ground of the drive-way. Just as Kenny gives the thumbs-up to the driver as the vehicle slowly drives out of the mansion estate, I take a quick look at the tag attached to the box which is in Kenny's scribbly writing: To Daniel & Miles – Happy 1st Birthday - don't let your daddies get you TOO drunk on Bucks Fizz tonight ;) - Love From (Uncle) 'Le Scruff' –x-X-x- The box is about the size of two 4x4 Land Rovers beside each other and 2 more stacked on top of them. By the looks of things, Kenny's won the prize for biggest present here tonight.

"Kenny...what in God's name did you buy?"

"Ahhhh, NOSY – don't wanna spoil the surprise do I, tee hee." He walks over so that he behind the box and looks as if he's about to lean on and push that thing with his own bare hands and body.

"Woah woah woah dude. Unless you're hooked on prozac tonight or you've been hiding some brute strength for some time now, you'll NEVER in a million years move that thing, especailly when by yourself."

"JUST watch me..." And wthout that surprising end, Kenny somehow manages to push the mammoth box across the driveway as he begins heading and moving the box towards the side-path beside the mansion. "OY KYLE, do me a favour and open that gate will yer'?" With that said, I quickly make my way inside, back out and around the side to open the gate for Kenny. Upon open, Kenny slams the ate wide open with the box and continues to forcefully push the thing into the garden – precisely near the stretched garden table me and Stan prepared for our party meal later on. Finally placing the box in some kind of precise position he wants it to be in, he gives me the ridiculous thumbs-up and wink and makes his way indoors to give his trademark crazy 'hello' to everyone.

90ish Minutes Later

I have to say, for someone who's hardly seen all my old class-mates for sometime, I still get surprised by how well financially AND socially everyone has done lately. Most of the people here are either seeing someone, married or married WITH kids...obviously of varied ages. The oldest being a 7 year old girl who's mother is Bebe...and SHE'S 24 years old herself now. You do the maths...I guess Bebe was a nasty little whorey piece of work after all - better make sure that doesn't slip out tonight. And I realised earlier on that Wendy isn't here. Predictable...but STILL...she ain't laying eyes or even hands on MY STAN, ha ha.

At his'n'her's dating,
Bored minds agree.
Requirements to be stated,
And replies awaited.

Right then, I think it's time. All the kids are firmly and comfortaby sitting at the dinner table inside – with Daniel and Miles sat identically at the top front side-by-side on their high-chairs. "OK everybody, I think it's time we let the boys open all their wonderful presents now!" I call to the guest-filled living room at which everybody starts to make their way into the dining room where the mountain of presents have been moved to. As we make our way in, Kenny passes me by and gives me the eye-moving look over to outside where his giant present is waiting. I give him the ensuring nod back – I guess his present will have to wait until the end...when we're outside eating our meals.

1 Hour Later

Stan's POV

We're at the penultimate present now. Obviously, we'd be here forever if we let Daniel and Miles open it by themselves so we've kindly helped them out with the unwrapping procedure. So far, those two have been the envy of all the other younger kids in the dining room – hell, Clyde's youngest son tried to swipe a train set underneath his shirt. But apart from the marvelous train-set from Butters & Bradley, there've been plenty of toys, clothes, accessories and whatnot that any one-year old or should we say TWO one-year olds would love. And after we all help in tidying away the pile of wrapping paper and collection of presents neatly away, Kenny is the first one out of the patio doors and into the gardens – commanding us all to take our seats as he makes his way towards the present. Judging by the smirk on his face, this is gunna be one hell of a present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls..." Kenny begins in an announcer-styled voice. "...today...or should I say tonight...I present...a present..." To which a few people laugh and the children show they already find Kenny funny. "...Now I wish I could have got something a tad bigger..." He's kidding, right? "...but I guess this'll have to do..." He makes his way over to the hanging bit of the bow that's keeping the packaging together. "...And now...Daniel and Miles...HAPPY...BIRTHDAY!" He pulls on the super-long bow and the packaging falls on its sides to reveal...a play-area...and one hell of a play-area...NICCCCCE!

I've seen these on TV – they're advertising them all over day-time telly nowadays. They're these brand new soft plastic play-areas that come complete with two slides, a climbing frame, a few crawling tubes, a ball-pool and all those other accessory bits that you usually finds in things like that. BUT...I still think it's gunna be a while until the boys try climbing the higher levels of the climbing frame...STILL – somewhere for Daniel and Miles to have endless hours of fun...Kenny certainly knows what the perfect present is for these two. And already Daniel's showing his satisfaction with it by smiling and trying to clap to which Miles quickly follows as well.

Kenny takes a smug bow and makes his way into the kitchen to give out the meals he's been preparing in the kitchen for just over 2 hours now. And I guess this is a moment for me and Kyle to spot who we'll need to teach more on how to eat properly. As Miles does an Okish but still smart job of putting most of his fod in his mouth, Daniel meanwhile is a different story – a much messier and bib-stained story.

She wants a loose fit,
He wants Instant Whip.
Guesstimates her arrival,
Will she want it really badly?

And after our meals and desserts, a warm evening sat in the garden gives way to some children playing hide-and-seek around our huge garden, some going swimming in the pool area and the rest along with their parents and the adults sit in the garden as Kenny treats them to a little of his usual comedy and impersonations of practically every well-known celebrity in the past and present. He strikes quite a chord with not only me and Kyle, but with both the kids AND the adults too. Then again, Kenny's reputation as a comedian and joker is of an extremely high one.

Entertain me!
Entertain me!
Entertain me!
Entertain...

Two & A Bit Hours Later

"Good night……drive home safe and sober this time." I say as my parents give me a kiss on the cheek AND lips as they make their way out of the front door. My parents are always the last ones out of a party, but I guess this time they had a reason since they wanted to catch one final long glimpse of little Daniel before they made their long journey back up to San Francisco. "See yer' later…" And with that, they're gone. All but one final guest remains and he's on the other side of the living room talking to Kyle in somewhat of a quieter voice than earlier on.

Kyle's POV

"Come on, open it…" He begs with me as I still have hold of that smaller present he gave me when he arrived – the one supposedly for me and Stan.

"Kenny………I know we can never predict at what you might bring, but this really is unexpected. What is it?"

"Open it and find out."

"What if I don't want to open it, huh?" Let's see how he plays at THIS game.

"OK, fine……I'm going." SNAP!

"ALRIGHT……fine." I carefully take the top of the box off and place it on the couch. I look inside and am quite confused as to what ONE of the two glass bottles is it. The crystal-clear spherical glass bottle has got some kind of yellow liquid in it. Oh God, I hope this isn't what I think it is.

"VOILA – Champagne & Bubble Bath…a winning combination for any couple – especially you two." He winks with a smirk – knowing exactly what I was thinking the yellow liquid was.

"Kenny…you shouldn't have…"

"No no, it's fine, you two deserve a treat yourself y'know."

"No really…you SHOULDN'T have – I don't know what the hell we're gunna do with bubble bath Kenny…especially with champagne."
"Oh well…" He moves himself so that he's behind me. Leaning his head over, he speaks into my ear as I begin to sense another smirk on his face. "……I'm sure YOU can come up with someway of using them both to great delight." A-HA……thanks Kenny; I sure DO know what I can do with this pair.

Kenny makes his way to the door and waves a friendly good-bye as we close the door. PHEW…party over! A few minutes later, after realizing Daniel and Miles have both fell asleep on the couch, we each carry our sons up to their bedroom and tuck them nicely into their cot beds. A Few more minutes later, I start to work my flirty magic again as I show Stan what Kenny got us a gift. Stan's just as surprised and doesn't have a clue as to what I'm planning.

"Kyle, why the hell would Kenny buy us champagne and bubble bath – it's not as if we're ever gunna use them together anytime soon."

"Oh……well…I was thinking maybe we could……" Here COMES the usual flirty work.

A car, a house, both in a street,
The boredom of a sober week.
The weekend's here, hip-hip-hooray!
To make the blues just go away.

The process of making Stan catch the drift of what I'm thinking is a wonderful but easy experience. Our swimming pool isn't just an ordinary rectangular shaped pool with the odd diving board or railing y'know. Hell no, it's a proper full-blown architectural thing of beauty. Designed like the edge of a oasis cliff, the swimming pool is beside a small rocky design coming complete with an outside slide and a tunnel slide. And within the secret dimly lit alcove behind the waterfall is a Jacuzzi spot that can fit about 12 people in…but it's the far corner inside that alcove that can only fit 2 people in. Ha, I think Stan catches the drift when I start ripping off his clothes and taking hold of his hand as I drag him into the secret alcove – along with…two crystal glasses, the champagne…AND the bubble bath.

10 Minutes Later

Good thing this jacuzzi's got a bubble drain I haven't YET activated – it'd be a nightmare without it. But anyway, a bubbling Jacuzzi with bubble bath swimming in it gives a nice and warm setting for a now naked me and Stan as we sit beside each other sipping glasses of champagne in the midst of this warm bubbly sensation – smiling and staring into each other's eyes as we tease one another like we always do when we're in this kind of lovely situation. God, a birthday party has suddenly turned into a hot romantic setting for me and my Stan…and I LOVE it. Thankfully, we both have managed to stay sober enough to keep our romantic moods going. Placing my glass of champagne on the stone side, I move myself next and onto Stan so that I'm pressing him against the jacuzzi's bubbly side.

"Bet you never expected we would be in this kind of lovely situation only 15 minutes ago huh?" I begin – closing in on my love's warm body.

"No……I guess Kenny saw what was coming and offered us a hint."

"A hint that I gladly took…" We make our umpteenth contact by the lips in only these 10 short minutes. "The best thing is…is that we can do this for as long as we want on any day of the week without ANYBODY noticing."

"Oh really? What about the boys? When they grow a little older, they'll start wondering what their dads are doing in a neck-height Jacuzzi of bubble-bath – sipping champagne and kissing whilst being naked at the same time…is all about y'know."

"I know…I know……we'll just have to slowly but gradually tell them the truth about our loving relationship – I'm sure they'll understand."

"Well that's good." Stan launches forward this time and gives me an even bigger kiss than the kisses I've given tonight. "How about we continue this kissing and naked little game of ours in bed?"

"Oooooooo Stan, you read my mind."

"Read my mind……or stole my idea?" He asks with a smile.

"Permission to not answer the question?"

"……Oh alright……permission granted."

And after me and Stan finish off the small amount of champagne left in our glasses, we both make our way into the main pool to wash off the huge amount of bubbles that have stuck to our heated up bodies. "Funny how most of the bubbles on your body ended up in your lower region Stan." He looks down and gives me a smirk to which I give him the usual flirty wink. "Now then, off with the bubbles, off with the entire house lights for the night and on with the bed sheets and duvet."

"And you on top of me I presume?"

And once more, I ask the question with a cheeky smile. "Read my mind……or stole my idea?"

Author's Comments: Yeh, so apologies for the longness of this chapter but I had so many ideas floating in my head about what I wanted to include. Anyway……1st birthday over…