Randy was lying on the two-seated blue sofa in his room, staring absent-mindedly at the ceiling of the room. His light blue diary was on the floor, its pages were slightly folded. A pencil was tucked at his right ear, and he jingled his legs out of boredom. Letting out a wide yawn, he stretched his body and rolled to his left side. He was about to close his eyes when his mother opened the room's door and greeted him, 'Good morning, darling! Rise and shine for the day!'

'Mom, I'm tired,' the little boy replied and covered his face with the sofa's cushions. 'Tired? What have you done throughout the day?' the mother asked curiously and she glanced over her son's room. Everything was neatly placed and she beamed at the sight, not expecting her boy kept everything in a perfect order. 'Just sleeping.'

Mrs. Cunningham spluttered when she heard it and chuckled before the blue book near the sofa caught her eyes and a smile appeared in her face. 'Looks like you started to love the diary,' she said, in which Randy answered with a 'hmmm'. Her smile grew and she raised her son, which surprised him and placed him on her lap as she sat onto the blue sofa.

'Howard's dad called me just now,' she started while running her fingers on Randy's hair. 'He told Howard's really mad about you not coming to Bash's party today.' Randy's eyes went wide as he heard the news.

'Er…when does the party start?' the boy asked timidly, remembering what his friend told him about the party last week. Mrs. Cunningham glanced at her red wristwatch and said, 'About three hours later. Why?'

To her surprise, Randy jumped and grabbed his blue towel but then she grabbed his hoodie and he fell back into his mom's embrace. 'Have got any attire to go to the party, sweetheart?' the mother asked and Randy nodded impatiently before wriggling out of her hug and went to the bathroom. Mrs. Cunningham only shook her head and she walked out of the room, wanting to prepare breakfast.

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In ten minutes, Randy finished his bath and he entered his room in anew attire, drying his wet hair with his towel. He opened his cupboard and began fishing inside it for an outfit to Bash's party. He didn't wish to go, but his biffer's pouted face filled his head and he didn't want to disappoint him. Lifting some of his clothes, he crawled into it and found the suit he had bought by himself using the money in his McFist MoneyBox. He took it and went out of the cupboard, having a look on the attire with a smile.

Tucking the suit inside his hoodie, Randy picked up his diary and slid it under one of the blue sofa's seats. He then headed to his room's door with a slow, excited jog and closed the blue door.

'Mom! I'm going to Howard's house!' said the little boy as he went downstairs, hugging his costume for the party.

'But sweetie -' Mrs. Cunningham's words were cut off by the sound of the front door being closed. She sighed before continuing her work in the kitchen.

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'Howie! Are you done? We will be heading there in twenty minutes!' Mort Weinerman's voice echoed in the Weinerman residence. His wife was reading the newspaper while his eldest daughter, Heidi was on the computer, searching for the juiciest gossips in the online edition of McGazine.

'Coming! Just wait for another ten minutes!' Howard replied from the basement, where his room was. Even though he was a four-year old boy, he wasn't afraid of the dark, as long as he was away from his annoying sister. The other three Weinermans rolled their eyes, having heard the same response for the twentieth time since morning.

The buzz of their house's doorbell interrupted their thoughts and Heidi left her seat in a rush and headed towards the door, hoping to see her friends. Instead, as she swung open the door widely, the beaming face of Randy Cunningham greeted her. 'Hi,' he started sheepishly. 'Is Howard still here?'

'Nope, he's already dead,' said Heidi in an exasperated voice and she went to close the door when Mort suddenly appeared and spoke, 'Oh, are you Randy Cunningham, Howie's friend?' Randy nodded. 'Well, do come in, he's getting ready for the party he's invited.' The man offered but the little boy declined politely. 'No, thank you,' he said. 'I'd rather wait for him here.'

'Suit yourself, son,' said Mort and he cleared his throat before shouting (in a manly manner), 'Howie! Your friend is here already!'

'What? He's here already?' Howard asked in bewilderment and everyone in the house (including Randy) could hear his fussiness and five minutes later, the stout boy showed up. Randy turned at his best friend and smiled.

For Howard was wearing the same costume he wore when he came to visit him last week, except the box he had over his head was covered with some sticky reddish liquid, making him look like as he was bleeding. There was also a fake axe slicing half through it to make it (for kids) more realistic.

'Hey Howard,' Randy greeted. Howard lifted his black cloak slightly and heading to his friend, in which they bumped their fists together. 'Nice costume.'

'Hah! Thanks, Cunningham! Took me long enough to deal with the box; it kept falling because of the axe. I put some glue on my hair to hold it in place. Isn't it cool?' said Howard giddily. He tried to pull off the box but it was stuck due to the glue he put on his hair. 'Oh, never mind; I will deal with this later,' the orange-haired boy grumbled. 'What do you think of my costume?'

Randy scanned his biffer from head to toe and commented, 'You look like someone who's killed by an axe and returned as a ghost to haunt whoever did it to you.' 'Well that was what I wanna be,' said Howard. 'So you're going to the party? If so, where's your costume?' He pointed out at Randy's usual outfit.

'Oh, I will change it. Just wait,' said the blue-eyed boy with a grin. Howard rolled his eyes as he heard the words.

'Alright kids, let's go to the party!' said Mort Weinerman and the two boys cheered before racing toward the man's yellow car, followed by Mort. As the car left the Weinerman residence, Heidi's eyes trailed on the figure of the spiky-haired kid inside it before going back to the computer.