Author's Note: I'm sorry it has taken me so long to get this story updated and completed, but now that school is finished for the summer, I'm gonna try my hardest, to get this story completed over the next couple of days. We're up to chapter 9, and there's going to be a total of 12 chapters in this story. This chapter and the next 2, will focus on the rest of Tommy's trip to see Rosie, so, without further a due, let's get on with the next chapter!
Chapter 9, Rosie's Birthday Party
Tommy POV
I must have slept hard that night, as I don't even remember now if I waked up at all to go potty. I know I slept hard that night, as I was startled awake with an excited two-year-old Rosie staring me in the face, holding my hand, smiling and jumping up and down.
"Come on Tommy, wake up! Wake up! Today's my Birthday party!" Rosie shouted excitedly.
At that moment, I felt like I had been hit by a Reptar wagon, but I didn't care. Maybe once I gotted going, I'd start to feels better. I yawned and stretched, sat up in bed, and stood up.
"You ok Tommy?" Rosie asked me.
"Yeah, I'm fine Rosie, come on, let's go." I said, taking her hand and we ran downstairs, where we founded everybody eating breakfast.
"Well good morning sleepy head, want some breakfast?" Said Peter.
"May I have some Reptar ccerial?" I asked.
"Oh wow listen to you! You must be feeling better, but just to be safe, better stick with the lime jell-o instead. And sorry, the Halls are all out of Reptar cerial. Remember?" Said Peter, as he got me situated in my booster seat at the table, a bowl of green jell-o in front of me.
"Yeah, they can't watch or eat Reptar." I muttered, as I reluctantly dug into my jell-o, for the bazillionth time.
To my pleasant surprise though, my tummy didn't feel funny after I finished my jell-o and ginger ale for breakfast, so maybe, just maybe, I was getting better! Come to think of it, I was feeling better too, which was a good thing, I didn't need to be sick at Rosie's big birthday party.
After my breakfast, Peter gotted me dressed, and a little while after that, all of the party guests started to arrive, and Reggie's mommy and Rosie's parents had decorated the partment with all sorts of prettyful balloons! There were pinks and blues and yellows, it was like a rainbow everywhere! Sometime after that, the guests arrived. All of Rosie's friends, like Hazel, Courtney, Natalie and Hanna showed up, and sadly, one of her emenies came too. Yep, Reggie was there, since his mommy was the party planner, but I tried to just, ignore him, and have a good time.
The firstest game we played, was pin the star on Jelly Bear. We all stood in a line, and Rosie's daddy covered our eyes with a scarf. Then, we had to try to place the star on Jelly Bear's tummy on top of the real one, without being able to see it. In the end, Courtney gotted her star the closest to the real one, and won a Dummi Bears lolli for her prize. After that, we all played Musical Chairs to the famous Happy Happy Happy Happy song on the Dummi Bears. That's where you walk around a row of chairs, and then, when the music stops, you're spose to sit down. Unfortunately, there's not enough chairs for everybody, so the person who goes boom on the floor cuz there's no chair is out of the game. Hazel was the firstest one to land on the floor, and I was nextest. It was still fun, even if you gotted out of the game early. Me and Hazel watched as everyone else went boom on the floor, and chairs disappeardid each time the Dummi Bears song started back up again. Finally, the lastest person sitting was Natalie. She won, and for her prize, she got a Dummi Bears headband. I turned and sawed Rosie, Courtney and Hanna had joined me and Hazel, as Natalie received her prize, and brought it over to show us.
"That's a real nice headband Natalie." I said, smiling at her.
Natalie nodded and smiled at me. I had sort of forgotted she couldn't talk yet. She was kind of like Dil was when he was first borndid, except she was two like the rest of us. Dil at least learndid how to talk like the rest of us by the time he hit his firstest birthday, even if we all couldn't be understood by the growed ups yet, someday, we'd be able to talk to them.
"Time for presents." Rosie's mommy said, as we all sat on the floor in a circle in the living room, with Rosie in the middle, and we all gave her nice boxes wrapped in shiny paper.
She opened each one, and gotted all sorts of stuff. A ball, a Dummi Bears necklace, and even a blue flashlight! Then, she opened the present that me and Peter gotted her, the Dummi Bears blankie.
"Oh wow! A Dummi Bears blankie! Thanks Tommy and Peter." Said Rosie.
"You're welcome Rosie." I said with a smile, as I gave her a hug.
I was feeling really good, and so far, it was one of the bestest birthday parties I had ever been to. Little did I know my good times were about to end, as no sooner had Rosie opened up all of her presents, when it was time for us to have Birthday cake and ice cream. We all sat around the kitchen table in booster seats, all of us, except for Reggie, cuz he was biggerer. We then sang the Happy Birthday song to Rosie, and she made a wish and blew out the candles. After that, cake and ice cream were placed in front of each of us. We had vanilla ice cream, and some sort of red cake, which was yummy! Unfortunately, maybe my mouth thought it was yummy, but my tummy sure didn't. No sooner had I taken my lastest bite of ice cream, when I started to feel that unpleasant feeling in my tummy again.
"Oh no!" I cried.
"What's wrong Tommy?" Rosie asked me, but before I could answer her, I throwed up, tossing my piece of Birthday cake and ice cream, all over the kitchen floor.
I was embarrassed, upset, and felt just awful. Worser than that, after I started crying, I over heard Reggie make a comment that just made everything worser.
"How old is your little friend anyway Rosie?" Reggie asked.
"Two-years-old, why?" Replied Rosie.
"Ha ha, your friend's two-years-old? After what I just saw, he seems to be more like two-months-old to me." Said Reggie, as he started laughing again.
"That wasn't very funny Reggie, you apologize to Tommy right now." Demanded Rosie.
"Sorry!" Snapped Reggie in that evil sounding voice.
I just continued to cry till Peter founded me.
"Looks like your tummy wasn't ready for cake and ice cream, come on Tommy, let's go get you all cleaned up." Said Peter, as he scooped me up, and Rosie's mommy came over to clean up the mess on the floor.
Still crying, I buried my face into Peter's shoulder as he carried me upstairs to the bathroom, away from the party and the mess, to give me a bath and clean me up. By the time I gotted up there, I had stopped crying, but I still felt awful. I had so much fun at Rosie's birthday party, and then, I couldn't even eat the cake and ice cream.
Peter filled the tub with water and put me into the bath. No sooner was I in the tub, when Rosie came into the bathroom to check on me.
"Hi Tommy, are you ok?" Rosie asked, standing outside of the tub.
I nodded with a frown.
"Well, after you're done with your bath, care to come to Winter Wonderland with me, Hazel, Hanna, Natalie and Courtney? She can take us there with her magical snowflake pendent! It would be a fun adventure! Come on Tommy, please?" Rosie asked.
I wasn't feeling too good, and didn't really want to go, but I also didn't want to let Rosie down on her special day either, if throwing up in her kitchen didn't ruin the party enough. So I just nodded my head and turned away.
"You go ahead Rosie, I think Tommy needs to take his bath and have a nap. You two can play later." Said Peter, as Rosie turned to leave the bathroom.
"Well, ok, feel better Tommy." Said Rosie, as she lefted the room.
After Rosie was out of sight, I turned to Peter.
"You know where I wanna go Peter?" I asked.
"Where?" Peter asked.
"I wanna go home." I cried.
"Now don't worry Tommy, we're going home tomorrow afternoon, and as for that cake and ice cream incident, sometimes with these tummy bugs, you think you're all better, but your tummy is just, not quite there yet. You just, rest now, you'll be better soon." Said Peter, as he gave me my bath, dried me off, and dressed me back into my Reptar footsy PJ's.
After that, he tucked me into bed for a nap, and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Unfortunately, I had quite the night scare, or maybe it was a day scare, since I was taking a nappy during the day, whatever it was, it was a bad dream.
In the dream, Reggie stood before me, dressed as a lizard, you know, the kind that wears a pointy hat and grants wishes. Unfortunately, he didn't grant very good wishes.
"Hey shrimp, name your wish, and make it snappy! I don't gots all day." Reggie demanded.
"Uh, um, I wish, for you to be nice." I said.
"Nice? Nice? You wish for me to be nice? Sorry kid, I can't make that happen." Said Reggie.
"And why not?" I asked.
"Because I'm the most powerful lizard in all of Dream Land, and I'll do whatever I want. And you know what? I believe you should be younger than you really are." Said Reggie, as he waved his magic wand, and all of the sudden, I growed down.
I was no longer two-years-old no more, I was now lying on the floor, unable to move, my talking sounded like babbling whenever I tried to speak, and I was bald.
"Look at that, a two-months-old baby, just as you're spose to be. Well, I must be going. Have a nice day. Ha ha ha ha ha." Said Reggie, as he started to walk off, when I spotted a large sippy cup walking towards him.
Now this cup looked familiar. Seems I saw him in some night scare I had a while back, till that big peoples bottle made him disappear. I guess things don't disappear in night scares forever, as he came closer to me.
"If you wanna be big again, drink me, I'm full of ginger ale!" Scoffed the cup, the smile never leaving his face, as he jumped up and down.
Just what I needed right then. I was younger than Dil, an evil from a past night scare returned, and now, in order to be big again, I had to drink the onliest drink I never wanted to drink again.
"No!" I tried to cry, but it just came out as jibberish.
"Sorry, I can't understand you, I don't speak newborn language." Said the cup, as he tipped over, drenching me in ginger ale.
I cried at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would come save me. If only I could just, wake myself up. I was in a bad dream, and if I could just wake myself up, I would be ok.
"You don't hurt my friend like that, you, you, evil cup you." I heard Rosie say, as she kicked the sippy cup across the room, sending his top flying in the air, the room filling up even more so with ginger ale.
"It's ok baby Tommy, I'm right here." I heard Rosie say, as she held on to me tight. Of course, she didn't support my head, which was wobbling around, since I was so small, and my head was too big.
"Just stay in my arms, you're going to be ok." Said Rosie, as she tried to swim through the ginger ale, carrying me, but it was no use. We both drowndid, and then, I awoke in bed, but you know those dreams when you think you waked up from the bad dream, only to find you're still in the bad dream? Well that's what we had here.
There I was, my head beneath the covers in the guest room bed at Rosie's, when a evil familiar voice came from next to me on the nightstand.
"Drink me! I'm full of ginger ale!" I heard my sippy cup say.
I sat up, removing the covers from my head, only to see my cup on the nightstand moving around, with an evil happy look on his face. Noticing I was two-years-old again, I knew I had to finally do something.
"No! I won't drink you no more." I cried.
"Sorry kid, but that big peoples bottle isn't here to save you this time, so looks like it's drink the ginger ale, or prepare to face an evil future." Said the cup.
"Come on, you can't be that bad, you're just a cup, what can you do?" I asked.
Then, the cup did something that looked quite scary. He changed right before my eyes. He got down on the floor, and turned into this evil creature. With blue skin, gray hair, and evil red eyes. He wore a black jump suit, a white cape, black gloves, and white boots.
Being the braveliest baby I was, I stared this monster, straight into the eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Nightmare." The monster replied, in a deep, gruff, evil sounding voice.
"Huh? I know I'm having a night scare, but…" I started to say, before Nightmare interrupted me.
"Of course you're having a night scare you idiot. I make night scares happen. That's right Mister Tommy Pickles. I'm the reason for all nightmares. That's right, I made myself look like you and turned into a clown to scare Chuckie when you guys tried to take him and the gang to Spike's doghouse that one time in his dream. And on the night before he was so afraid to get dirty, I summoned the germs to nearly choke Chuckie to death, making him afraid of germs. And now you know who the sippy cup was in that night scare you had the day your mommy and daddy tried to take your bottle away. If it weren't for that goody goody Watcher of Dreams, overseeing my evil plot, of transforming into a sippy cup and getting you to try to drink me, which, I might add, had Dusty, your babysitter Taffy's friend she met while watching you guys in the park that day, the guy who picked up trash to feed to Hubert, yeah, in dreams, The Watcher of Dreams made him into his super form, the inaminate object, known as a big peoples bottle, I would have gotten away with destroying you. But thanks to that stupid Watcher of Dreams, and his sending out the tweens and teens with super powers, only to mess up my plans, well, you get the picture kid. Now, hold still, while I finish you off." Scoffed Nightmare.
"No!" I cried.
"And what are you going to do about it? You won't have any super powers for another nine years. Face it kid, you're hopeless." Said Nightmare, as fire and ice started to aim at my chest.
I jumped down as quickly as I could and hid under the bed, hoping to avoid Nightmare's evil stuff, but it was no use. A pool of water, as a result of the ice melting started to form around me.
"Oh yeah, and I was the gray cloud in your nightmares you had while you were sick with The Gray Plague. I also turned your blood into stuffing after you had your firstest cut. That's right kid, I make nightmares happen, and there's nothing on this earth, that can stop me!" Said Nightmare, as fire balls came in my direction.
"AAAHHH!" I screamed, as I tried to crawl quickly, only the bed was closing in on me, making it harder and harder to move.
"Tommy! Tommy! Wake up!" I heard a voice cry in the distance.
"Huh?" I called.
"Wake up!" The voice called again.
Suddenly, I found myself in bed again, the covers over my head.
"Tommy! Wake up my friend. Come out, is everything ok?" I heard Rosie's voice say.
It hit me, this time, I was awake for real, and nightmare was gone. Or at least, I hoped so. I pulled the covers down from my head, and saw Rosie standing next to my bed. She reached out and grabbed my hand. I turned towards the window, the sun was about to go to sleep, and it was nearly nighttime outside.
"Tommy, you ok?" Rosie asked me.
I turned my gaze back at Rosie.
"No, I had a night scare, or maybe it was a day scare, not the kind that mommy and daddy leave you at all day, the other kind, the kind that happens while napping." I said.
"Awe, I'm sorry Tommy, and I'm sorry you gotted sick at my party." Said Rosie, as she squeezed my hand.
"No Rosie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your party." I said.
"You didn't mean to do it, my sister Mary toldid me that sometimes, when you're sick with those things, your tummy takes longer to get better. Now come on Tommy, dinner's ready. Mommy's making nochoes!" Said Rosie excitedly, as she tried to drag me out of bed. I pulled away.
"What's wrong? You coming?" Rosie asked.
"I'm not hungry." I said, turning away.
"Oh come on Tommy, maybe your tummy is all better. Reggie's gone home, and I'm sure you can have nochoes too. Come on! Come on! Come on!" Begged Rosie.
I really wasn't in the mood for this, but I also wasn't up for going back to sleep and possibly having another night scare, so hopped out of bed and went with Rosie downstairs, after going potty, which thankfully, was a normal drank too much apple juice kind, not the runny poopy kind, so maybe Rosie was right. But then, it hit me. She would be getting nochoes, but I wouldn't. I stood in the bathroom door, a frown on my face.
"Are you coming Tommy? Nochoes awaits!" Said Rosie, staring at me, a huge smile across her face.
"You may be getting nochoes, but I won't." I muttered.
"Awe come on Tommy, it's Reggie who doesn't deserve any good food. Come on, you'll see, I bet you're all wrong." Said Rosie.
"Ok, I spose I can try." I said, as I followed her downstairs.
When we gotted there, Peter and the rest of Rosie's family was seated at the kitchen table, with plates of nochoes and drinks of their choice. At my place though, was a bowl of soup and a sippy cup of that ginger ale stuff. I sware, if I have to drink ginger ale one more time, I'm gonna throw it up.
"Have a nice nap Tommy?" Peter asked me, as he got up from the table and got me situated at my place to eat.
I nodded.
"Awe, sorry to hear that. Well, this soup and ginger ale ought to cheer you right up. Now eat up Tommy, we got to get you all well before we head home tomorrow." Said Peter.
I really wasn't hungry, and I certainly wasn't hungry for the same old thing again, but I wasn't up for giving Peter a hard time, so stuck my fingers into the bowl, thinking maybe eating my chicken noodle soup with my fingers would make it more funnerer, at least that would cheer me up some. Unfortunately, that didn't last.
"Now Tommy, don't eat the soup with your fingers, use your spoon." Said Peter, as he came and pulled my hands out of the bowl of soup, cleaned them up with a wipy, and made me eat with the spoon.
I reluctantly, ate my soup, and drank my ginger rale, thankful I didn't throw up this time around, and after dinner, I went into the living room, and played rolly ball with Rosie's new pink and white ball she gotted for her birthday from one of the guests.
Rosie and I rolled it to one another for several minutes in silence before one of us spoke up.
"Isn't this fun Tommy?" Rosie asked me, as she grabbed on to the ball, before rolling it back to me.
I had a pretty miserable day up to this point, but as I sat there, alone on the floor, rolling the ball to Rosie, I started to feel a little bit better.
"I guess so, it's starting to get better." I said, as I grabbed on to the ball and rolled it back to her.
We played for a few more minutes, until Rosie's mommy came in to read us a story before we went to bed. It was a really good story too. It was about this monkey named George, who was watching this lady bake a cake. Meanwhile, the lady had losted her necklace, so went off to look for it. While she was gone, George decided to help her make the new cake, by adding flour, and other stuff into the bowl. Then, he turndid on the mixer and gotted stuff all over the kitchen. The lady came back, still with no necklace, and very angry at George for making a big mess. The cake she had finished baking however, came out of the oven. She set it down to cool, and went off to look in another spot for her necklace again. The monkey George eyed the cake, and licked his lips. He thought it would taste yummy! So he went and started eating the cake. I have a feeling he and Angelica would get along just fine, as George ate half of the cake. No sooner had he eated half of the cake, when he spotted something shiny in the cake! It was the missing necklace! He picked it up and putted it on, and the lady came back, really happy that George had founded her necklace!
"Wasn't that a good story kids?" Rosie's mommy asked us.
We nodded and smiled, as Rosie finished her bottle of hot milk, and I sadly, got stucked with a bottle of water, but it was better than ginger ale, or nothing, so smiled, as Rosie's mommy tooked us upstairs, after finishing that neat story, handed me over to Peter, and he and I, went to bed.
No sooner had I been asleep for a while, when I waked up to a terrible sound. If my trip wasn't bad enough already, something tolded me it was about to get worser, as I climbed out of bed and made my way through the dark halls of Rosie's partment, to find out what had happened.
End of Tommy POV
So, what's about to happen next? We'll find out, in the next chapter, so please, do stay tuned!
Author's Note: Just to let you all know, Nightmare, the evil creature that appeared in Tommy's bad dream, belongs to TCKing12, and, let's just say, he has the power to do practically anything, to ruin somebody's dreams, after all, why else would he be called Nightmare?