Good day to you all! The latest chapter of my highly contagious story is now complete! Many thanks to 'damnmydooah' for providing the word "megalomaniac" in the last chapter! Who will be the next lucky winner? Now, let's transport ourselves to the lovely Dragonfly Inn and see what's doing!

Off we go…

The paint cans were open, the coffee was hot (courtesy of Sookie) and the tools were ripe for the picking. Oh, and Taylor had given them the go-ahead. I suppose that was worth mentioning as well. Thus, D-Day had officially commenced.

Everyone had gathered under, what was now termed, 'the main tent.' After all, that's where the food was. Sookie had graciously prepared a lavish buffet of breakfast foods. Flapjacks, French toast and Belgian waffles found home in the first chafing dish, while omelettes, frittatas and goat cheese soufflés occupied the second. Coffee cake, muffins and croissants were arranged precisely on the table, all homemade and simply divine.

"Sookie, I said it before and I'll say it again – you my friend, are a Wizard!" Lorelai cooed with delight, delving in to the tantalizing treats. She couldn't pass up a St. James breakfast if she tried. Nor could anyone with a pulse for that matter.

"Aw thanks hon. I just wanted to make sure today was special. It's D-Day!" Sookie giggled with glee. She loved themes like the best of them.

"Hooray for D-Day!" Kirk shouted while in mid-bite of his flapjack. There was pancake flying everywhere. Taylor felt a stream of warm syrup trickling down his vest – his favourite vest. He saw red.

"Kirk!" Taylor roared. Kirk screeched unbecomingly, then fled in terror. "Get back here Kirk! You wont get away with this!" Taylor threatened as he chased the infuriating creature.

"Ah, the joys of living in a small town," Lorelai smiled appreciatively. The day was already off to a most invigorating start.

People continued to eat and chat, and eat some more, stuffing themselves full of thousands of delicious mouthfuls – preparing for the toil ahead.

And then, another fantastically quirky, simply irresistible character, popped his lovely little head around the corner…

"Michel! What are you doing here?" Sookie was indeed startled by his presence.

"What am I doing here? I work here. And now apparently, so does everyone else in this abhorrent town," he scoffed in disgust.

"They're just helping out for the day Michel. No big deal," Lorelai reasoned.

"Yes, you're right. It's no big deal that I arrived here early, as per your request, leaving my poor Chows at their most temperamental hour, so I could assist you in receiving the shipments being delivered today, when all these wonderful people that have mysteriously gathered on our lawn are perfectly capable of fulfilling my duties. And it's no big deal that I'm missing my appointment with Pierre that took six months to book…

"Who's Pierre," Sookie jumped in.

"My manicurist," he stated as though it were obvious.

"Are you going all metro-sexual on us Michel?" Lorelai mocked.

Michel rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. "Let me leave!" he demanded

"Oh, I don't know Michel. I mean we could really use you around here. You know, for pep talks and motivation. Oh, you could make up a cheer for us!" Lorelai was being a tad quixotic.

"I made a cheer!" Kirk stated with pride. No one seemed surprised.

So Kirk had obviously returned to conversation, but Taylor was M.I.A. Cue suspenseful music.

"My cuticles are suffering!" Michel whined in protest.

"Fine Michel, go. But be here bright and early Monday morning!" Lorelai was stern.

He nodded in agreement.

"At least have some breakfast before you leave." Sookie offered.

"I will not!" he cried indignantly. "So many wasted calories!"

"Wait till you see what's for lunch!" Sookie laughed.

"Come on Michel – you know you want it!" Lorelai waved a whip-cream coated fork in his direction, smirking all the while.

"I despise you," Michel retorted.

Sookie and Lorelai giggled.

Michel stormed off in a huff. If he hurried, he could still make his appointment. Good riddance.

It was quiet for a moment, as if people were expecting another surprise guest.

Lorelai turned to Luke. "So, I'm guessing you're not opening for lunch then?"

"Nope."

"So you lied to me." It was a statement, not a question.

"It was for your own good," he smiled apologetically.

"That's what they all say," she returned his smile. "Sookie's food is superior anyway," she poked.

"Hey!"

"But your coffee kicks her coffee's ass!" she quickly added.

"Nice save," he grinned. He wouldn't need to ban her from the diner after all.

"Alright everybody, listen up!" Patty instructed. "We've got you all paired up according to your tasks. You are to report to your work stations immediately."

"What if I don't like my partner?" Gypsy countered.

"Oh, you got a good one sweetie…Lorelai on the other hand," Babette hinted unnecessarily. She wasn't one for keeping secrets.

Lorelai piped up, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Ok, here's the list," Patty interrupted. Babette and Jackson are on yard duty, Sookie's on kitchen duty, Morey and Lulu are on paint duty. Gypsy and Luke are responsible for the electrical work, and Taylor and myself will hold down the fort. Oh, and Lorelai, you and Kirk are at the water station. You guys just need to make sure everyone is completely hydrated and raring to go!" Not even Patty's enthusiasm could make that assignment sound any less pathetic.

"What!" Lorelai and Kirk simultaneously shouted. "I wanted the wood! I'm great with wood!" Kirk screamed in disapproval. "Dirty, but a valid point," Lorelai agreed. She certainly didn't want to be stuck with Kirk all day.

Patty hesitantly relinquished. "Oh, alright Kirk. You can look after the wood."

"Hooray for D-Day!" Kirk squealed with pleasure.

"Not this again," Luke irritably sighed.

"Lorelai sugar, you'll be at the water station. We set up a hammock there in case you get tired." Babette beamed.

"It's a nice hammock," Morey supplied.

"Tired? Babette, you must be joking. You can't possibly expect me to watch all of you work, while I lounge around and guard the precious water for hours on end. This is ridiculous!"

"This is your day Lorelai! Enjoy it while you can," Sookie reasoned. "We'll be back into the swing again on Monday, but today you rest!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

"We'll strap you down if necessary," Luke playfully warned.

"I'll be good," she smiled innocently.

"Let's Go!" Kirk hollered impatiently. He really liked wood.

"Wait, one more thing," Sookie interjected. "Lunch will be served at twelve noon in the main tent. And a celebratory dinner will be served in the dining room this evening. We need to test out the room, see if it's fully-functional."

"Sookie, you're an angel!" Patty marvelled. "Ok workers - to your stations!" The woman should've seriously considered working for NASCAR.

And off they went, the whereabouts of Taylor, still unknown. Ah, intrigue.

To Be Continued…

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