A/N: I don't own the Mysterious Benedict Society.
"Well?" Milligan asked, as they entered the kitchen.
"Well what?" Kate asked cheekily, as she slid into a seat, grabbing a still-hot plate.
"What did you four do upstairs?" he asked good naturally, as he beamed at his daughter.
Kate, about to answer him, was distracted by a wondrous sight. In the center of the table, there was a truly magnificent cake. In fact, the word 'cake' hardly did it justice. The cake was a mix of all the things Constance liked; mainly sweets and candy, with splashes of dark chocolate in it. And, although he could not be sure, Reynie thought that he could see some globs of different flavored ice cream in the middle. On the top, in colorful, bright, creamy icing, the words Happy Birthday Constance was written in a squiggly blue print.
"It looks wonderful, Moocho," Mrs. Washington said warmly, "You really outdid yourself."
"Constance," Number Two reprimanded, "wait until we sing you the birthday song!"
Constance took no notice as she plucked off a milk chocolate shaving from the cake. Number Two opened up her mouth to tell her off, but apparently thought better of it. After all, it was her birthday. After the birthday dinner, where Constance was happily surprised to get a large bag of candy from Kate, ("You said there wouldn't be candy!" she accused angrily, while carelessly unwrapping a strawberry toffee to pop into her mouth.) a book of poetry from Sticky, ("I already read this at the library," she sniffed as she gleefully drew a mustache on a small mouse that was eating cheese.) and a small clay statue of her younger self wearing the red raincoat from Reynie ("I was not this grumpy looking!" she said grumpily.).
They soon retired to Constance's room once more to read more poems.
"Here's two of them on one sheet," Sticky said.
Hurry Up!
"Could've said please," Kate grumbled.
"Hurry up!" Constance said. "All we did was read the title and your already interrupting."
There once was a ninny called Reynie,
"Why does it have to be about me again?" Reynie sighed.
"You're fun to annoy," Constance said.
Reynie glared at Kate when she nodded in agreement.
who thought there was one choice too many,
"'Many' and 'Reynie' doesn't exactly rhyme," Sticky pointed out.
"A poem doesn't always have to rhyme," Constance countered.
"But you say that it's the best part," Kate said.
"It's a half-rhyme, isn't it? It's good enough!" Constance argued.
because he was wimpy,
"I resent that," Reynie said.
"Well, you were," Constance said. "So nervous and always worrying most of the time."
"Our lives were in danger most of the time!" Reynie said.
"You were still being wimpy."
and also very skinny,
"I give up," Reynie grumbled.
"You can't argue with the truth," Constance said, "you need to eat more candy." She threw a chocolate ball at him. It bounced off his head.
"Ow!"
"You did another half-rhyme," Sticky realized as Reynie ate the slightly-squashed ball of chocolate.
"It's a pattern."
He couldn't choose between a dollar or a penny.
"That's it," Sticky said.
"What was the poem about?" Kate asked.
"I think this was written to annoy me into choosing Option B during the Prisoner's Dilemma exercise," Reynie said. "I never did get to here the rest of the poem because you guys interrupted with the vent stunt."
"You've heard it at last," Kate joked. "How does it feel?"
"Not very good," Reynie said.
"Well, there's another one on here," Sticky said.
A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient. I really appreciate it. This chapter is dedicated to Ailavyn Siniyash because the review got me motivated~ Thanks! I'm not over my block, but I'll probably be ending this fix soon~ Please review!