Gribble took off accidentally stepping onto Ole blue who'd been left outside. It took a moment, but Gribble eventually balanced himself and used the board to his advantage.

Hot on his tail Kendall didn't notice the roller skates until she'd stepped into them.

Kick saw this and tossed her a Spare helmet. It landed right on her head, but blocked her eyes for a moment. When she pulled it above her eyes she had barley enough time to avoid hitting the set-up of one of kicks old stunts. She got around it mostly unscathed although she did manage to pick up a Pole with an egg balanced on one end and a hippo on the other.

"We ought to do a better job cleaning up the stunts."

"No duh Clarence!" Kendall called tossing the pole behind her.

Gibble looked back and laughed. Then slammed into a handmade-looking ramp. It instantly collapsed on him and the picture fluttered away.

Gibble grabbed at it, but the wind blew it away. "Ah! No way!" he screamed.

Kendall smirked and bladed carefully over to the picture mere inches from Gibble. Gingerly she picked it up and made her way proudly, if somewhat shakily as she was no champion skater, back to the Buttowski garage.

Kick was securing ropes to the twins tied back to back and Gunther was free. When he was finished he back-flipped off the twin he was standing on and landed right in front of Kendall. "Thanks." He said for the second time that day. More sincerely this time.

He reached for the photo. "You're using this in your birthday stunt?" Kendall asked holding it just out of his reach.

"Yeah, which I have to get started on." He said impatiently standing on the tips of his toes to reach for the picture.

Kendall smirked deviously. Kicks birthday stunt was always a big deal and always a secret till the last minute. "What is the stunt?"

Kicks eyes widened. "That's blackmail!" He jumped up at her raised arm.

She merely swatted him away, smiling all the same. "Yes, Clarence, it is."

"Gunther!"

"Yeah Kick?"

"What did you say the other day about bartering in the old country?"

Gunther smiled proudly. "Just that I am the best. I can get you three sheep bladders for only a cow tongue. Mmmm cow tongue..."

"Right..."Kick said warily. "How about a deal Kendall?"

"You tell me what your stunt is, I give you the picture of Gribble in make-up."

"Or You give me the picture and I let you...HELP with the stunt."

"But Kick! No one ever helps with your birthday stunt. Not even me..."

Gunthers disapproval locked determination into Kendall's features. "Deal." She handed him the photo.

"Kick..." Gunther said sadly.

"Sorry Gunther. I'm a man of my word." Kick said dejectedly.

"Ha!" Kendall said triumphantly. "In order for me to help with your stunt you have to tell me what it is."

Now it was Kick's turn to smile deviously. "That's where you'd be wrong Kendall."

"Clarence Buttowski!" Kendall shrieked eyes clamped shut tightly. "Slow down!"

Kick scoffed leaning forward even further.

"What are you laughing about? We're going to die!"

"Kendall." he said calmly quite plainly amused. "Open your eyes."

"No way!"

"Kendall."

Slowly she pried an eye open. "We're alive!" For a moment she forgot the company she was in and kissed the ground. Her eyes immediately widened and she stood in a huff. "You almost got us both killed."

"Wow!" Mouth the talkative young boy said apparently speechless.

Kendall stopped glaring at Kick and looked around. Tiny confetti streamers were swirling slowly to the ground. As beautiful as it was that wasn't what had made Mouth speechless.

In the hands of each Mellobrooker drifted a special item.

Mouth had a Rock Callahan limited edition poster Kick had won by breaking a world record cheeta chug drinking contest.

Gunther had an issue of Clogs monthly. Brad a small slip of paper with the words, 'Call me Buttowski. 555-555-5555' and a smudge of lipstick. Mr. Vickle had a rare Egyptian rose float down to him with a tiny umbrella. He instantly knew what it was and gushed over it. Everyone in Mellowbrook, even grouchy old Oscar and his elderly keeper revived an enjoyable surprise.

"Littering the entire town Buttowski!" The old woman had begun to yell when a new sweater for Oscar drifted into her hands. "You must be punished- tomorrow..."

Kendall raised an eyebrow. "Not bad Buttowski. What did you get, ME?"

Kick smirked. "You get the honors." He handed her a small trigger button.

She eyed him suspiciously and checked to see if she was standing son a red x. When she saw that she wasn't she clicked the trigger and a flood of papers drifted down.

Kendall picked one up and immediately fought back a snicker.

"What's that?" Kick smirked too proudly. "The police haveing," he emphasized, "FUN?"

Gibble on the other hand was livid. With his lackeys just finally pulling him from the recked half pike one of them stopped to look at one of the falling papers. He laughed so hard he actually knocked more wood over onto Gibble.

"Hey look!" He told his twin. "It's that picture of the boss in make-up!"

"Buttowski!" Gibble screeched slamming his fists in the ground. "It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair!"

Kick pointed at Kendall with finger guns in a snapping motion. "Thanks to you this years stunt was extra awesome."

Kendall blushed. "We both know it was all you."

Kick smiled a goofy smile like the one he'd worn in Ronaldo's garage after he and Kendall had gotten unstuck from each other. "It would have been totally lame without your picture of Gibble in make-up. How'd you get that anyway?" He asked genuinely curious.

"Pull off a stunt like this on my birthday, then we'll talk." She said cooly, looking at her nails.

Kick smiled, "Deal."